On the long Imperial Road, Yao Chengjun had already stopped.
Fang ping and the other two continued to push forward against the pressure.
500 meters, 600 meters ...
Halfway through the journey, a hint of helplessness flashed across Wang Jinyang's eyes. He panted,"You guys continue."
Fang ping, on the other hand, was beginning to understand. He looked at iron head in front of him and said,"It seems to be a test of physical strength!"
Li Hansong responded, then said in a muffled voice,"Fang ping ..."
"What's wrong?"
"The person inside ... Wants to take off my clothes!"
"What?"
"Armor."
Fang ping was speechless. 'You're still in the mood to say such ambiguous words at a time like this.'
I'll just strip your armor, but I'm taking off your clothes ...
Moreover, as li Hansong spoke, the pressure seemed to have become stronger.
Fang ping said telepathically,"the senior inside seems to be quite stingy, stop talking nonsense ..."
"Swish!"
