In such an environment, even an elephant clam would freeze out of existence!
I am already shrunken into this state, and I, Chu, am helpless!
I really can't get up!
Ween Zhiyi covered her mouth with her hand and let out a light laugh.
It's just peanuts!
Her face blushed slightly as she gracefully removed all the battle armor clothing.
Chu Xisheng watched this scene, looking at that virtually flawless body, far more beautiful than any social media celebrity obsessed over by the masses, with eyes gleaming like a wolf's.
Ween Zhiyi raised her eyebrows.
It's about the size of two fingers, but obviously not enough, still too soft.
"Have you seen the complete version of the 'Divine Origin Contract', Mr. Chu?"
"I have," Chu Xisheng nodded expressionlessly, "The Scripture Pavilion of the Formless Divine Sect has it, but it's different from your modified version."
He felt a sense of helplessness inside.
