C406 Jinsheng 1

Ever since Gao Ming had provoked Wu Dong that time, his daily routine had temporarily quietened down.

Today, in the dark of the night, Wu Dong was meditating on his bed. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and very quickly, it turned into beads of sweat the size of beans which landed on his face.

Wu Dong first frowned, then became tightly locked and twisted into a "Creek".

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