Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven
"No, Xiaoshan isn't that kind of person." Faced with everyone's accusations, Chun Tao tried her best to defend Long Xiaoshan.
But the words of many can melt metal and erode bones.
Her singular attempt to argue on behalf of Long Xiaoshan seemed pale and weak.
As for Long Xiaoshan, he sat there like an old god, unaffected by the multitude of accusations.
The things these people said about him did not cause him to lose any flesh.
Brother Wukong, Brother Wukong, Master has been captured by the Demon Fairy of the Pansi Cave...
The sudden sound of a phone ringing.
Long Xiaoshan took it out to look; it was from Wang Sihai, so he answered the call.
"Brother Long, where are you now?"
"I'm at the Dihao Entertainment City."
"You're there? I have shares in Dihao too. Had I known earlier, I would have joined you. But, Brother Long, the ring match here is about to start."
"I know. I'll be coming over."
"I'll send Ashui to pick you up right away."
"Hmm."