Aunt Hua took a step forward, grabbed Li Xiaoqiang by the collar, and pulled him back from the battlefield. Laughing, she said, "Young master, why bother with them? Let them fight if they want to, as long as my young master isn't harmed."
Li Xiaoqiang was being lifted by Aunt Hua, his toes unable to touch the ground.
Struggling, Li Xiaoqiang said, "Aunt Hua, put me down. They can't continue fighting like this, or the consequences will be severe."
"Never mind, never mind." Aunt Hua squinted and smiled, "At worst, young master, you can collect their corpses later. It's part of your duty as their man."
Being held by such a strong woman, Li Xiaoqiang wanted to help as he watched the battle between the two, but he felt powerless.
Nangong Meng and He Huanhuan were already entangled in a fight.
Since He Huanhuan was a Martial Emperor, Nangong Meng was no match for her.
Nangong Meng was slapped aside by He Huanhuan, crashing into a table and breaking it.
Crack.
