After Ye Fengsheng's first half of the sentence, 49 people in white frowned, but Ye Fengsheng ignored them and continued to speak:
"Who wins or loses is important. After the fight, I hope we're still friends. Next time we meet, I'll buy you a drink."
The forty-nine people in white hesitated for a moment, then they probably understood the meaning of these words, and a trace of brightness appeared on their faces.
Smile.
At first, it was very pretty. Now, the forty-nine people in white with smiles were more like flowers blooming in a spring garden. If these faces were different, they would not fit this scene. Tuo wrote, they might sell for a very high price in the future.
Just as the smile appeared, the originally dull dark clouds suddenly erupted. A thunderbolt fell from the rolling yellow clouds, tearing apart the gradually dimming dark sky. The dazzling thunder cut through the sky, leaving behind a not so bright shadow, then it fell on the thirty-third step.
