C325 You Hit Yourself
Mi Biqing, sword in hand, kept a wary eye on Zhang Hao, yet he hesitated to make a move.
As Mi Biqing called out for a halt, Mi Bizhi, bloodied and sprawled on the ground, rose to his feet, clutching his forehead.
"Who is it? Who would dare to ambush me!"
With his hand pressed against his head, Mi Bizhi's face contorted with rage as he suddenly looked up and fixed a furious glare on Zhang Hao