"Yi Xian, you're hurting me."
Early in the morning, a series of ambiguous sounds came from the room next to Han Yu's.
"You stay still, let me do it."
Yi Xian's voice seemed a bit impatient, but after a moment of silence, it appeared he was already exhausted.
"I can't do it, let's get cousin to help!"
Has the atmosphere in the Cultivator Realm become so playful these days?
Han Yu's mouth twitched, sighing inwardly at the declining morals.
"Let the ordinary people handle it!"
Even the ordinary folks are involved?
"Isn't Bai Xiangdong eager to try? Let him do it."
The sound of ordinary folks refusing could be heard.
Damn! Even Bai Xiangdong is involved...
Inside Yi Xian's room, a group of people was circling around Coconut.
The floor was already littered with torn iron pieces, and Yi Xian, panting from exhaustion, went to sit at the side.
