an's strength was beginning to wane. 。Gu Yue's toes tapped the ground, a flash of silver light, and she reappeared before Yuan En Ye Hui.Her face held no expression, she raised her hand and slapped to...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。unprecedented madness. 。And what Tang Wulin was enduring at this moment was the pressure brought on by Harlos in this state. 。"Be careful!" Mercy shouted. 。He clenched his left fist and punched out,...