Liu Mou hastily refused, "No, I feel like my foundation is a bit weak. Let's not rush to undo it this time. Let's observe a bit longer and then unseal it."
Little Yao pursed her upper lip onto her lower one, then said with an annoyed face, "Hmph, suit yourself. It would be better if you got beaten to death." With that, she disappeared from Liu Mou's field of vision.
At that moment, Pang Jun saw Liu Mou lying on the ground, wailing nonstop, and immediately felt disdain in his heart, "Hey kid, if you're not up to it, don't come out and pose, okay? Now I just want to ask you, are you still going to pretend?" Pang Jun said with an unkind smile.
Liu Mou inhaled sharply, then bore the pain and stood up. His eyes, now filled with bloodshot strains, stared coldly at Pang Jun.
"Come on, I wasn't ready just now. Let's go again," Liu Mou said as he wiped the blood dripping from his nose, staring viciously at Pang Jun.
