Twelve teenagers stayed on the rooftop, and ten of them were bare-bottomed. It's October, and the nights are already cold, a group of teenagers shivering in the chilly wind.
Fu Xuan Ge was shivering so hard that his teeth were chattering.
Luo Yirui scratched his head and said, "Looks like we need to find some clothes quickly."
Little Fatty shrugged his shoulders, "To find clothes, we have to go down, and who knows how many Vertical Pupils are down there."
His face was calm, but inside he still couldn't quite fathom it—Luo Yirui could actually create a Spiritual Talisman!
Okay, he'd marveled at this many times in his heart, but still felt amazed. And surprisingly, he wasn't pretentious at all, unlike Hou Baiyu, who looked like he was above the worldly life, or Nie Kaihuan, who walked around with an air of superiority.
Not like Luo Yirui, who sometimes seemed a bit foolish, and most importantly, would joke around with him!
