"Don't be like this," Zhao Xing comforted, "Anyway, you'll forget what was said soon."
Jing Yan: "..."
Jing Yan felt deep hatred in his heart.
"Brother Jing, I'll remind you when we get out," Yu Tianqing said.
"Good brother!" Jing Yan glared at Zhao Xing, Yu Tianqing was truly kind-hearted.
...
"Bang!" Chen Xuan punched out, the Meteor Fist seemed like a meteor colliding with the Book Puppets of the Third Realm ahead.
The powerful shock wave cleared thousands of miles of obstacles ahead.
"Yue Girl, where is he?" Chen Xuan asked.
"He went south," Yue Girl's unusual pupils flashed Jing Yan's reflection.
"Damn, why go south again?" Chen Xuan couldn't suppress his temper.
Jing Yan acted like a mouse, scurrying everywhere, deaf to his calls, truly aggravating him.
"Save your energy, chase," Yue Girl and her group stood inside his ear cavity.
"You damn well know how to run your mouth! Come down here and help fight!" Chen Xuan roared internally.
