On this side, Ji Shaoran was sent flying, his body rigid and unable to move in mid-flight.
He felt that within his body, besides the steam outburst from before, there was also a very insidious power.
This power was like some kind of flame, burning away the life force within him.
This child...
Ji Shaoran flew fast, but Lu Xiaotian chased faster.
THUMP!
Pink steam appeared on her body—yet another of Lu Luo's habitual moves.
Steam Form Second Tier, a fierce assault.
Lu Luo, who was watching, felt even more uncomfortable. He had originally snuck in to steal an ultimate move, but now she was using all his techniques.
It felt like a thief had snuck into a tycoon's house to steal, only to find that all the discs playing on the TV starred himself!
[About that disc you mentioned, is it decent?]
"Decent!"
Lu Xiaotian threw a punch, a second, a third—more and more fists, raining down on Ji Shaoran like droplets.
