"Wusong? Brother Song is here. It seems a bit tricky to see this big orange."
Seeing the live broadcast screen, which should have been discussing Ah Qing and the tiger but somehow skewed to Wusong's fight with the tiger and Water Margin's combat power, Ansheng glanced at the Medicine Spring Mountain Lord and secretly complained.
The Medicine Spring Mountain Lord, after a night raid, crossed the border at a normal speed of 130 to 140 kilometers per hour, running 40 meters every second. Although not as fast as the Ba Mountain Mosquito flying close to the ground, it was still ridiculously terrifying.
However, with the Medicine Spring Mountain Lord's evasive nature, Brother Song might not be able to find the tiger to punch it.
"Purr——"
The Medicine Spring Mountain Lord lay on the ground, showing a comfortable expression with its belly exposed, unaware of what was being discussed in the live broadcast, but it felt that Ah Qing and her friends were all very nice.
