Curly hair.
It was a pretty good experience.
After a cannon version of the Milky Way Fist, Wang Ling’s hair had become curly, and it had a very natural curve to it.
Moreover, this curl should be able to last Wang Ling for a while.
After all, this was a strike from Peng Xiren after thirty minutes of charging up his strength.
If he could return to his usual hairstyle within a few seconds after curling up, that would really be disrespectful to Peng Xiren.
At the very least, the accumulated energy of the Milky Way fist had made his hair curl up.
In Wang Ling’s opinion, Peng Xiren’s strength wasn’t too bad.
But if he wanted to kill him, he was afraid that he still needed some time..
At that moment, when he looked at Peng Xiren again, he saw that his nervous expression had changed.
At first, it had been pale, but now it had turned purplish.
His face was filled with doubt that was beyond comprehension. “What... What realm are you at...”
”...”
Wang Ling shook his head.