Her gaze was like a demon looking at the meat of a monk.
Lin Chang 'an nodded. I know. What's up? "
"Hahahahahahaha good! Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll be merciful and tell you!" The young man laughed loudly and quickly attracted many cameras.
Lin Chang 'an secretly called him crazy.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Because of me, I, Zhuang Haihe, am also here for this!"
The aura around his body rumbled, and a surge of power surged. The surrounding air transmitted layers of vibrations.
It spread over Lin Chang 'an's body, and he felt a slight breeze.
"Oh, Yingluo."
Lin Changan raised his head to look at the countdown on the big screen in the center.
The countdown ended, and the group arena officially began.
“30。”
"What did you just say?"
“29。”
"Hehe, you're afraid, right?"
Lin Changan was counting down, 28.