"Lin Yi, you're giving up? Stop farting!" Zhishan almost spat blood at Lin Yi's words. He replied coldly,"Hindsight? do you think I'd believe you?"
"It's up to you to believe it or not!" "I'm not giving up today,"Lin Yi said faintly," but I might get sick of winning the next match and give up again. Don't rush me!"
"Give up? You're lying, if you can give up, I'll give you my head!" Zhishan said, pissed off.
"What use do I have for your head? Why don't we make a bet? if I give up, you'll give me another bottle of that physical body tempering liquid. How about it?" Lin Yi asked.
"That's ..." Zhishan was just saying it out of anger, but if it really came down to a bet ... He was a bit scared ...
"You can't make the decision, can you? If you don't want to bet then forget it!" Lin Yi said faintly.
