Meng Luoluo glanced up at the sky, flashed a middle finger, and then dropped straight down to the ground, lying flat in one smooth, practiced motion.
Meng Luoluo: "Playing it like this, are we? Fine, come on, I'm completely lying flat now, do whatever you want. If I die, you can just wait to reboot."
The Old Man wasn't scared at all. She had already absorbed the Myriad Forms Spirit Wood, her recovery was off the charts, and there was zero chance she'd die—strike away with all your might.
Chapter 112