157 Nineteen Years Old, Wicked Song Sword

Two hours later, Xiao Jinghong, Zhao Congjian, and the rest packed up everything.

　　They surrounded Chen Bantian with peculiar expressions.

　　Chen Bantian was still sleeping on the ground. He was even snoring loudly.

　　"What is happening? He doesn't seem alright..."

　　Beixiao Wangjian asked with a frown. He shouldn't have been sleeping like this no matter how much he loved sleeping.

　　Could it be that he ate some poisonous fruits?

　　The little black snake came up to him and slapped his face 10 times with his tail, but the young man did not wake up even while his face was already swollen like a pig's head. The prince of Great Chen was still dreaming about becoming the ruler of the world.

　　Zhou Xuanji kicked the little black snake away and asked Daoya Old Man, "Tell me. What is wrong with him?"

　　The old man maintained a shrewd smile.

　　As though he was saying: Quick, ask me, I know.