"On the top of the ancient Pagoda, the first trial of the ancient Pagoda, monks appeared on the tall Pagoda. Their faces were black and ghastly, and their straw capes and bamboo hats were mixed with gold thread. They fell to the ground and completely disappeared ..." Jiang Xiao mumbled to himself and followed Zhao Wenlong, who was running at full speed.
Zhao Wenlong couldn't hear what he was mumbling to himself. However, with his acute senses, he could hear it clearly. Not only that, her head was buzzing.
The fact that Jiang Xiao had changed his own vocabulary was secondary. The key was that Jiang Xiao kept repeating the same sentence over and over again, making him sound like a Chatterbox.
"Either shut up or continue singing." After that, he raised his hand and shot a string of arrows. After the past ten days of training, the three-man team had already learned the correct way to climb the tower.
