The result of having too much fun was that Jiang Wunian's throat was sore and smoky. Drinking the cool breeze of the forest, his stomach echoed with laughter.
This kind of torment should have led to a cold or fever, but it couldn't be helped. With water mastery special ability, it was impossible to get sick.
Perhaps the screaming released the anxiety brought by the inevitable communication during travel due to social phobia. After this round of venting, his soul seemed to soar, and his troubles flew away as well.
The next day, although Jiang Wunian woke up with dark circles under his eyes, his spirit was unprecedentedly excited.
Jiang Wunian just wanted to howl to the sky: I, the potato pile, am back!
In the end, he couldn't be as open as Lu Jingzhi, but he just let out a soft howl.
Shen Nanwei, who was peeking out of the window, couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.
