Xu Tui quickly reduced the speed of his instantiation treatment and covered his jacket on him. If something really happened and he was still half-naked, Xu Tui estimated that Luo Murong's golden saber would immediately attack his head.
Luo Murong sat up in pain. His clothes slipped off, and the black skin on his chest fell off layer by layer. He was stunned. He was completely stunned!
"You," Luo Murong suddenly curled up his body. He looked at Xu Tui, but he did not know what to say. Should he scold Xu Tui for treating him?
Fortunately, Xu Tui had covered him up. He held Xu Tui's sweaty combat uniform. He could neither throw it away nor put it on. There were tears in his eyes.
The powerful man just now was about to cry! Xu Tui cursed in his heart.
"I have spare clothes in my backpack. Help me take it," Luo Murong said a few seconds later.
