"I hereby announce, Liu Qingyang has conceded!"
Yunyouzi announced loudly.
"Qingyang, what are you doing? Can't Yongchun win?"
"Did you just lose like that? That was too fast, you didn't even use your Dragon Claw technique!"
"Big brother Qingyang, you could also use Dugu Jiujian, or if that doesn't work, the Drunken Fist. Why concede?"
Liu Qingyang rolled his eyes directly.
In the bridal chamber, Feng Wuchen spat out three liters of blood.
How can you move if you can't move? Is this still a bridal chamber?
In Feng Wuchen's heart, a thousand grass mud horses galloped, cursing Liu Qingyang five hundred times.
