Ao Kangsheng smiled as he watched the dance, cleared his mind, and spoke of light.
"I think so!"
Wu Qingxin gave a sly grin.
Ao Kangsheng said, "Congratulations, you're right!"
Wu Qingxin glanced at Ao Cangsheng again and asked, "You really reached the Seventh Layer?"
Ao Cangsheng nodded, "That's right. Otherwise, Ziyunfei wouldn't have come down from the sixth floor."
Hearing this, Pretty sat down dumbfounded, "Boss, you are too eye-catching. I just managed to climb to the fifth floor. I can't even get past the sixth floor."
Ao Cangsheng smiled gently, "It's normal for you not to survive, you can't compare to me!"
As soon as this speech was out, Pretty's sitting face suddenly showed three parts disdain and seven parts anger.
I've seen imposters before. I've never seen such a faker.
Not only did he sit beautifully, but he even made his heart clear and breath still.
You know, dancing and sitting are not on the sixth floor at all.
