Mei Siren touched his chest, stretched out his hand and felt his back, truly a novel experience. He quickly retracted his hand but accidentally touched his throbbing heart...
"Sss!"
Like sprinkling chili powder on a wound, a fiery pain.
Interesting!
A bit heated!
Mei Siren did not lower his head in the slightest, picked up the Taicheng Sword, and quietly asked the young man beside him with an unclear face: "The time is up, right?"
"Yeah!" Xiao Wanfeng nodded heavily, "It's actually half an hour earlier, they even gave a bit more time..."
"Proper."
Mei Siren nodded, then with eyes shining, chest out and abdomen in, his battle spirit soared again as he looked at Hua Changdeng: "Hua boy, the old man has recovered, let's have another sword fight, exchange for half an hour!"
Sss!
With this utterance, whether the onlookers from Qingyuan Mountain or the ones watching through the transmission, all gasped.
Old man, are you serious?
