"This cannot be said."
Zhuge Qing covered Tang Wan's mouth, solemnly saying, "Zhou Li belongs to the God of Small Hawks."
"Hehe."
Zhou Li let out a cold laugh, disgruntled, "So what, so what, so what, so what."
"There's a certain beauty in brainless antics, repeating just three words."
Tang Wan commented.
The originally tense atmosphere was swept away, even Lu Anping couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile. This wasn't his personality issue, but rather a habit developed from staying too long at Beiliang University.
If you don't make a point to mock Zhou Li, you'll certainly regret in time why you didn't taunt him then.
Zhang Qingwu smiled at the four young people in front of him, while a hard-to-describe emotion emerged in his heart. It was like looking at newborn expectations, mixed with some bewilderment.
The end of the Ascension Road is an abyss, a piece of information appearing for the first time among people outside the Heavenly Master.
