Can We Still Play Happily?
Sun Mo's strength could really make people feel despair. What was laughable was that Xiao Ri`nan had been thinking that he could chase up to Sun Mo when he reached his age. (Hehe, I'm a fool living in a fantasy.)
After realizing this point, Xiao Ri`nan suddenly felt very depressed. He subconsciously looked at his hands.
Sigh!
(Everyone says my talent is good, but I can't even beat Sun Mo, so what's the point of me having a high aptitude?)
Wanyan Mei excitedly took out an image-recording stone and started to record the scenes of Sun Mo's battles.
She wasn't interested in fighting. She was capturing the scenes so she could watch it every night before she slept. Such fascinating combat would let her enter sleep mode smoothly.
But what a pity that his opponents weren't humans. There were no scenes of blood splattering wildly around.
After the draconic humans died, they would become walnut-sized balls of light and enter Sun Mo's body.