Chen Xuantian opened his eyes, rubbed his cheek, smoothed out the wrinkles on his face, and turned his head to look at the thunder and lightning that stretched across the sky, turning the heavens and earth into a sheet of blue. For a moment, he only felt a faint pain in his forehead.
Fuck, this old mud eel is a bit of a hassle.
At this point, where could he find a second build? Hmm, Chen Xuantian just fooled him casually; it was actually like saying, "Just you wait! I will be back! How annoying, meow!" Throwing out a harsh word and running off, then the subtitles pop out.
Ahem, it's really not cowardice, it's mainly that there is truly no winning chance, not even fifty-fifty.
