"What's wrong?"

Wen Zilong is now a mid-level eighth-level strongman.

The seventh-level strongman was like an ant in front of him.

The momentum of the seventh level was just a wind for him.

And he had a severe headache at this time.

So I didn't notice that this was the momentum of the seventh-level strongman.

Ling Xueer wiped the blood from her mouth and said carelessly:

"It's nothing, skin trauma."

“…”

Wen Zilong has a black line.

Did your skin trauma bleed from the mouth?

And it's the kind that's spraying?

However, seeing Ling Xueer's difficult appearance, Wen Zilong also realized that it was the seventh-level strong man who released his momentum.

Wen Zilong shook his head helplessly.

The momentum in his body spread out instantly.

He pushed back the momentum of the seventh-level strong man.

Ling Xueer suddenly felt much more relaxed.

When he turned to look at Wen Zilong, he said in surprise:
Chapter completed!