lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

A middle-aged jailer walked up to the two men's cell and stopped. He took out a few dishes of side dishes and two bowls of rice from the wooden bucket he carried with him and put them into the cell. He said, "It's time for dinner!","Then let's eat first. After we're full, I'll take you out to fight! We'd rather die together!" Zhu Ying had martial arts skills and was confident!,"The water isn't processed well, it smells fishy!" Zhu Ying cursed after finishing her meal, looking at the plate of almost-finished braised beef tripe. She instantly looked disgusted!。