Still writing, just claiming six monthly tickets for now
A sudden roar reverberated through the woods.
The birds that had settled once again took flight.
Ji Zuodong's right foot, as he stepped out of the wooden door, paused ever so slightly, then quickly continued down, treading softly left and right, the mud with sprouting grass squished out from the sides of his shoe.
One could easily imagine, a deep footprint had been firmly impressed into the ground.
"Impossible."
Ji Zuodong squinted at the panting Bonuo, shaking his head in refusal.
To simply hand over something that was mine? No way, that's not how it works.
The standoff between the two immediately sent the audience into a frenzy. Were they going to fight?
Also, was Ji Zuodong's English really that good?
As the only Huaxia person among the sixteen contestants, Ji Zuodong managed to reply smoothly when faced with Bonuo's threat,
