Yan Beihan obviously wanted revenge, jumped in and lifted his foot to kick Fang Che's butt. Apparently, he also wanted to kick the other party in to repay a foot for a foot.
But he kicked empty air, Fang Che had already jumped in himself.
Yan Beihan bit his lip, looking displeased.
Seems like next time, I'll need to come out a bit later...
A whole night passed in the midst of slaughter.
At dawn... the snake swarm retreated again.
Leaving behind tens of millions of corpses...
The stench was overwhelming.
It's simply uninhabitable here.
Reluctantly resting, Yan Beihan covered his nose with a scented cloth, frowning, his expression full of disgust.
"Give me one too!" Fang Che reached out.
"What?" asked Yan Beihan muffled.
"The scented cloth."
"You're a big guy, and you use this?"
"It's better to have it than not."
"...No."
"Stingy."
If you don't want to give it, don't give it. It's not essential anyway: "Give me some Spirit Crystals, I'll clean this place up."
