Sang Luo covered his face, still pushing against Bo Feng's, his eyes brimming with tears, full of disbelief.
"You, you hit me??"
Su Yan closed her eyes,
"Not only did I hit you, I also want to strip off your fox skin."
Then, she opened her eyes, ready to make her move.
At this, Sang Luo suddenly leapt several meters away.
And his frozen right hand trembled, the ice cracked, and his hand returned to normal.
Sang Luo opened the red round paper umbrella in his hand, shielding the sun above his head, and lightly tapped his fingertips in the air a few times, but it was unclear what he was gesturing.
Then his face returned to the likeness of Su Yan, and he started speaking with a cheery voice
"Boss, your God Fragment has scattered, your abilities mustn't compare to your prime. If you die by my hand, don't blame me. After all, you set the original rule - survival of the fittest, right?"
Having said that, Sang Luo casually fiddled with his hair, then turned and swaggered off.
