Young man, you're on a narrow road!
Xu Zhi sat in his chair and ate his Apple leisurely. He looked down at the trembling contestant and did not know whether to laugh or cry. these guys are imitating people everywhere. They've even started imitating me.
I'm the God of creation!
I like to eat apples!
When he heard these words, he felt a headache. He was not so narrow-minded.
However, in the following matches of the top eight, what made Xu Zhi speechless was that this professional fighter's mental state was instantly unstable and he was eliminated.
The entire arena was in an uproar.
"I'll throw! Pianxi Xi is a low-match!"
[ God of creation: you're a piece of trash, leave the group! ]
...
The crowd was in an uproar.
The God of creation personally came to watch, but you fell? Give me some face, will you?
Even some of the Goddess of Creation's fans were not convinced. They cursed and said that they would wipe out their guild group tonight.
