me, and an unforgivable grudge. 。"Tang Wulin!" He almost gritted out those three words through clenched teeth, Zhang Ge Yang's eyes burning with hatred that seemed capable of turning into ghostly fla...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. 。 a force that could destroy everything. The swirling force tore through his defenses and would have shredded his body if it hadn't been for the fact that the opponent had shown mercy. Otherwise, he mi...