Let's Talk Things Out

"Move!" Wang Wen kicked the coachman in annoyance.

The coachman appeared to be used to being kicked. He was not angry; he just drooled over the new carriage.

Zhu Xingguo grabbed the new carriage and tried hard to lift it to sell it.

At the same time, Wang Wen's nose started bleeding.

His body swayed slightly, and he almost fell backward.

Ren Ruoruo quickly supported him.

Fortunately, the 300th floor had strengthened their physiques, so they did not fall to the ground.

Zhu Xingguo brought the new carriage back to the surface.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He walked to Wang Wen's side to help him up and asked worriedly, "Master, can you still hold on? If you can't, let's just skip this level. It's too tiring for you."

Wang Wen pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and panted, "I can skip this time, but what about next time? We can't quit."