The martial world (71)_1

Fu min felt an indescribable fatigue in his heart.

Was this person addicted to role-playing? he would change his appearance in front of her every once in a while and always ask these strange questions in a neurotic manner.

Qi Chen was not wearing a mask today.

He wasn't afraid of being recognized, but it made sense. Not many people in the martial arts world had seen Qi Chen's true appearance.

Her beautiful face was exposed in front of Fu min.

It was suffocating.

"Why aren't you speaking? is this question very difficult to answer?"

In the blink of an eye, Qi Chen was in front of Fu min. He placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her head to face him.

He got all touchy the moment they met.

"What does this have to do with you?" Fu Shang slapped his hand away.

"How is it not related?" Qi Chen smiled.

He looked at Fu min from head to toe and his eyes were a little revealing. It was obvious that he was thinking about something indecent.