Thousand Ton Ball

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Duan Tianliang glared back and grit his teeth. "F*ck, what are you looking at?! I told you to go farm, didn't you hear me?!"

Su Zimo's expression was calm as he said indifferently, "What if I don't want to go?"

He intended to stay in Snow Wind Ridge for the time being, but he did not intend to farm personally.

At the very least, for now, he only wanted to recover his cultivation as soon as possible.

"You have to go even if you don't want to!"

Duan Tianliang's expression darkened as he said coldly, "I call the shots in Snow Wind Ridge. It's not up to you!"

Su Zimo did not reply and his spirit consciousness moved.

The door creaked and closed slowly.

For some reason, Duan Tianliang felt a chill run down his spine.

"What are you doing?!"

Duan Tianliang hollered.

Su Zimo remained silent.

The atmosphere in the straw hut turned strange and repressive!