C91 Tangchuan of Bitter B!

In a blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed, and Tang Chuan's forehead was already covered in sweat. Ling Feng's low roar also slowly died down, and his aura became even sharper.

Zhou Xiaonuo looked at Tang Chuan, who was sweating profusely. He wanted to wipe Tang Chuan's sweat off, but he was afraid of disturbing him. He could only stand to the side and do nothing