章 82: Thirteen Years Old, Water Driving Sword

Nanheng Snake Lord ran away with his wife quietly without anyone noticing them.

　　Meng Tianlang, who was inlaid into the mountain body, was carried out. Blood could be seen all over his body, together with his messed up hair, he looked extremely pathetic. If not for the tiny movements of his chest as he breathed, one would have thought that he was dead.

　　One of the generals asked anxiously, "General Meng, are you okay?"

　　Meng Tianlang could barely raise up his head. His face was covered with blood, while his eyes showed expressions of shock and fear.

　　I fell for his scheme!

　　They were never competing for perseverance.

　　This kid made his guard lax intentionally!

　　At this moment, Meng Tianlang really wanted to be dead.

　　When he thought about becoming Zhou Xuanji's sword slave, a gulp of blood flowed up, and he vomited it onto the general in front of him.