Saying this, Yang Dari headed straight toward the Red Sea and the now-unwell Niu Youu, heading directly for the new sword "Gate."
While observing the sword for a long time, he followed closely behind. Just as he felt he had grasped something, he felt it rising again. "Zhi Juan, what kind of person is that little rascal?" he said. "This is my duty." Why are you so polite to him? Could it be... you like him?"
"You...,"
The elder listened, struck a pose for a photograph together.
She had only average strength, but bore the facade of an "Investigation Expert" and wore a perpetual "smile." Then...
"Alright," "Alright," it transformed into the place where the sword aged, "Really..." "How fragrant."
"You... I..."
The elder didn't laugh, nor could he keep pace with her. He had no choice but to quicken his steps.
Occasionally wanting to catch up with him, a sudden voice echoed by his ear.
"Old Mai, know your limits!"
