Received a critical hit

Liu Zhizhong really didn't know what to say, his face filled with astonishment, his heart utterly gloomy.

"Is this what you call tired?"

"Is this what you call a great deal of trouble?"

Yet Wen Xin still carried an air of utter despair...

All Liu Zhizhong could do was spread his hands, "Alright, you're exhausted, you went through so much trouble. I feel like I've been critically hit, and then the bleeding just keeps going. Miss Xiang, I have suffered a serious insult…"

"Hahaha…"

Wen Xin almost laughed like a pig snort, of course, a cute little pot-bellied pig, and then moved forward with a light and sprightly gait.

That smugness, truly unrestrained.

Liu Zhizhong shook his head, watching that charming and sexy Shadow, thinking about the gun in that backpack.

Sigh… We are all humans, but what a vast gap there is between different social classes...

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