lengthwise, while Tang Wulin was split horizontally. This was his last feeling. 。A wave of intense cold and numbness spread through his body, accompanied by an encroaching darkness. Please collect...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ust have a lot of local delicacies. Don't you want to try them”As it turned out, Tang Wulin wasn't the only one with a low immunity to food. After half an hour, the two were already on a small street...