Chapter 70: On Martial Arts and the Right and Wrong of Disputes
Translator: 549690339
The next day.
The first rays of the rising sun, shedding a faint light.
"Cough—cough cough!"
Zhou Li, still not fully awake, lay in bed coughing violently.
As if he was about to cough up his lungs.
Gasping for breath in bed for quite a while, he finally felt his condition slightly recovered.
After getting out of bed and wrapping himself in thick cotton clothes, Zhou Li shakily walked outside.
When he arrived in the backyard,
he happened to bump into Chen Sheng, who was carrying a plastic bag.
"You're finally awake, old man."
Chen Sheng had a warm smile on his face, as if he was in a very good mood.
Zhou Li didn't respond, still holding his head all the time.
For some reason, he felt dizzy after sleeping, and even now, his head was still foggy.
At this moment,
Zhou Li scanned his surroundings, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
His nose kept sniffing the air.
"What's that smell?"
Upon hearing this,
Chen Sheng raised the plastic bag in his hand.
"This smell."