Almighty Qin and Jiu

Bo Jiu could still press on during the competition, but now that it was over, the pain was unbearable.

Once they were out of the arena, she asked for another cigarette.

However, just after one puff, it was snatched away by the Almighty.

His deep gaze swept the youngster's hands, their depths cold. "Carry or piggyback, choose one."

Fu Jiu took a step back, smiling lightly. "Brother Mo, I'm not that weak."

Qin Mo didn't wish to waste time on the topic, bending to carry her into his arms.

At this moment, some of the fans who were still around broke into a frenzy.

Bo Jiu stilled, concluding that this was better than a piggyback. At the very least, that part wouldn't be pressed against the Almighty's back.

Yeah, right!

Feng Yi wanted to caress his head again, he predicted an increase in the number of calls he was going to receive after today.

What was he going to say?