Overcast skies, thick clouds, yet no rain.
But at this moment, a secluded bamboo grove was filled with the sound of pitter-pattering rain.
Two men were overlapping, their figures both in a blurred state.
If you looked closely, you would discover that the two were in a state of high-speed trembling.
The trembling was so intense that it caused the entire bamboo grove to shake, and the falling dew was comparable to rain.
Ji Sichen, the Chicken, was at the forefront, constantly making "hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm!" sounds.
At this time, Ji Sichen's entire skin was red and burning hot. While humming, he said, "Boss, I can't do it anymore, it's too much, it's going to overflow!"
Behind him, Wei Wuxing, the Rat, trembled even more violently, with a wicked smile: "Little Ji, if you can't even withstand this level of power, how are you going to have fun with me and Old Demon Duan."
"Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm aaah!"
