t you won't be able to take care of yourself. 。""You farted" 。" These two who swaggered in were Tang Wulin's forging master, Chi Long Douluo Feng Wuyou, and his great-master, Chi Long Douluo Zhuo...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. 。ld started to retract inward, and the previous lines also began to appear. 。But that was no longer a series of lines, but pieces of lifelike rhombus scales, exactly the same as those on Tang Wulin's...