C447 An Idea Came to Me on a Whim(1)
The garage was empty, except for Xue Lang and Zhang Ming. At this moment, Zhang Ming was holding a Tang knife made of maple wood in his hand, and he was constantly swinging it around Xue Lang.
Xue Lang was wearing a spun gold glove and four rings. His figure was fleeting, and every time Zhang Ming's wooden sword was about to hit him, he would flick it away without retaliating
