Plop! Plop!
Lin Baici's heart was pounding violently, a feeling of dry mouth and parched tongue spreading through his chest—he was so desperate to vent, filled with an uncontrollable urge to ravage Zhao Chunyuan.
Zhao Chunyuan stood there naked, seemingly calm and composed, but for some reason, as she looked at Lin Baici's bloodshot, feverish, and manic eyes, she began to tremble slightly, gripped by an innate terror that surged from within, like a herbivore facing a carnivorous predator.
Lin Baici landed—a Bronze Sword slash!
Zhao Chunyuan's delicate foot kicked out, striking Lin Baici's wrist.
Crack!
A surge of great force hit him, nearly causing the Dragon Tooth to slip from his hand.
Whoosh!
Muscle Buddha appeared behind Zhao Chunyuan without a sound and threw a punch.
Bang!
Zhao Chunyuan took the punch and tumbled away, her body covered in dust.
Gurgle!
Lin Baici's gaze fixed on Zhao Chunyuan, his stomach growling with hunger.
"What's going on?"
