C3692 Blinded quirrell

Thinking about it, Qi Luo already had thoughts of retreating, although he had never been able to win in a battle before, he had never met a real strong opponent. If Qi Luo was like a sharp steel needle, then Qin Lang was like a merciless hammer that could punch the steel needle until it became deformed.

"Didn't you tell me not to run?" Qin Lang said to Qi Luo