"Hey, since you came back, you have been watching your sword without talking. You were irritated by Ding Hao's strength, weren't you?" the fat man Ren Xiaoyao asked with a lisp. He was always extremely lucky; at the moment, he was chewing on the chicken legs and looking at Lin Xin, the handsome teenager sitting in the distance.
Lin Xin was originally looking calmly at his long sword in his hand with a complicated expression. He glanced at the fat man and said unkindly, "Since watching the fight between Ding Hao and Lu Pengfei, you have eaten 41 roasted chicken legs. Such amount is four times what you normally have in the same normal time period... It appears that it's not just me who has been irritated."
"Hey, your senior brother, I, have been really irritated, " the fat man set down h
