On the ancient path across the wasteland, three figures were making their way forward.
"Boss, how is your strength so formidable?"
"Boss, what was that finger technique you used just now, it could even crush an upper grade Earth Artifact with just a pinch, it's truly impressive."
"Boss, are you some old monster hiding your cultivation, pretending to be weak to take advantage of others?"
"Boss, where are you from?"
"Boss, why aren't you speaking?"
"Boss..."
A figure as fat as a ball seemed to roll forward on the ground, continuously chattering beside the young man's ear, spitting as he spoke.
"Can you shut up?"
Wang Ruoxie glared at him and said.
He never expected that after he saved this guy named Qian Duoduo, he would stick to him like glue, unwilling to let go. The most unacceptable thing was that the guy was a chatterbox.
All along the way, Qian Duoduo's mouth never stopped, continuously asking him strange and bizarre questions.
