Rain Poured on the Eighth Palace

The arena was silent for a moment.

Gou Wuyue revealed a victorious smile.

White-clothed watched with his nostrils wide open, each and every one of them dumbstruck.

In the crowd of onlookers.

"It's over?"

Zhao Xidong also watched this farce come to an end. He stretched out his hand, scratching his head for a long time. He looked at boss Xiao in astonishment.

"What did you see?" Xiao Qixiu also turned his head.

He had brought Zhao Xidong here to train. The three of them had the same idea.

But it was very obvious.

When he saw the silly boy's expression, he knew that Zhao Xidong didn't see anything.

"Stupid!"

After scolding him in a bad mood, Xiao Qixiu rarely opened his mouth. He recounted the incident to the silly boy one by one.

"Bringing up the old matters again is to pull the relationship closer. It depends on your attitude, and at the same time, raise your stance."