The clash between reason and the body's instincts was harsh.
At the thought of revering such a man every day in the past, Lv Yingbo felt his limbs go cold, almost nauseous, unable to resist half-kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth:
"White, Tiger, Hall..."
......
Gu Qinghan sat on the steps.
He held a twig in his hand, absentmindedly drawing on the ground, his eyes on his nose, nose on his heart, facing an empty expanse as if it bore the most fascinating thing in the world, refusing to shift his gaze.
Just as Wang Anfeng had predicted, regarding the secrets of Blade Madman, Gu Qinghan, who prided himself on being the number one in survival skills and number two in agility, didn't need to peek, let alone think of turning back.
The moment curiosity arose, he ruthlessly snuffed it out in his heart.
Only when Wang Anfeng walked beside him did Gu Qinghan notice him. He jumped up from the ground, tossed away the stick in his hand, bent slightly, wearing a fawning smile:
