Nan Xiaopao's vigilance was somewhat beyond Su Yie's expectation. Before he had time to praise her, Su Yie focused his attention on Qing Jushi.
At this moment, Qing Jushi lacked his usual bounce, as if someone had taken possession of his body.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Qing Jushi suddenly started coughing, his voice growing louder and louder.
Then, Qing Jushi suddenly trembled, his arms twisting in an extremely unnatural manner, and the sound of his joints grinding was unbearably harsh.
Su Yie and Nan Xiaopao frowned deeply. Could it be that he was not Qing Jushi?
"Damn! Someone is impersonating me!"
Just then, Qing Jushi's cursing voice came from behind a nearby sand dune, and Su Yie and Nan Xiaopao turned their heads to look, only to see Qing Jushi climbing to the top of the dune, pointing at the Qing Jushi bound by vines, cursing non-stop.
Seeing this scene, Su Yie and Nan Xiaopao couldn't help but laugh.
This was the real Qing Jushi.
