jiang fu looked back at li chenle, then kicked a small rock.
the rock flew toward li chenle.
li chenle's head was hit by a stone. he felt a sharp pain on his forehead. he touched it, and blood dripped down from his forehead. he looked at the blood on his finger and was stunned for a moment. " blood. "
plop!
young master li chenle fell to the ground.
ning kuang and the others glanced at li chenle, then quietly took a few steps away from the battlefield.
jin mingfeng asked nervously, " are we still going to continue watching the show? you really can't leave?"
"if you're not afraid of death, you can try and see if you can walk." song junlin glanced at jin mingfeng. " i think there's an 80 to 90 percent chance that we'll be caught and even beaten if we turn around and leave. "
jin mingfeng was speechless.
so, why didn't he just focus on acting? why did he come here to learn about silver needles ...
