"Hong Chou, what are you trying to do?!" Sikong Yu was anxious, her face slightly pale.
Unfortunately, Hong Chou ignored her.
Soon.
Hong Chou walked right up to Su Chen.
"Alright, if you want to see it, I can let you see." Su Chen's expression was calm, "Pay attention, I'm going to slap you."
Hmm.
Su Chen kindly reminded him.
The reason for slapping Hong Chou was because his mouth was foul; earlier, he said things that angered Sikong Yu greatly.
Foul mouth deserves a slap, doesn't it?
"Slap me?" Hong Chou almost burst out laughing.
He had lived for less than thirty thousand years, and this was the first time someone said they were going to slap him.
This fighter is really interesting, audacious!!! Toweringly audacious!
Really must be delusional?
Inside the hall, there was similarly a burst of barely contained laughter.
They only regarded Su Chen as a dish to lighten the mood before the banquet.
However.
At this moment.
In a flash.
Su Chen truly struck.
