Youngest uncle still hasn't caught the fish that belongs to him

"Easterner, skip this round."

"Southerner, advance three steps."

"Strip order! After removing one piece of clothing, you can specify an opponent to retreat one to six steps back."

Bi Luo didn't hesitate to pull off the light muslin covering her shawl. It wouldn't affect her anyway.

On the other side, Jiang shouyin was sitting by the river, resting his chin on his hand as he muttered, " "You're exposing your true nature more and more, hey Yingluo."

He now had quite a lot of free time to ridicule as much as he wanted.

After all, Wuwu

What could be more leisurely than fishing in an empty River?

Bi Luo pointed at Li Chu and made him retreat four steps.

There was a stone tablet with the title on it.

When the game was halfway through, the competition became even more intense. Gradually, Li Chu began to show his talent.

There were no obstacles that could stop him.

Whether it was an attack, an illusion, or a trap, he could easily resolve them.