Lu Xueqi's voice was hoarse, and it was difficult for Wang Teng to hear a hint of disdain in his hoarse and low tone.

Lu Xueqi also stopped feeling sad and proudly began to tell Wang Teng: "Let me tell you, I also lost because of my youth. I am the most talented junior in our family. Give me a few hundred more years."

His kung fu, Wang Teng, Li Teng, it doesn’t matter what Teng he is!”

When Wang Teng heard this, he couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

It's good for Lu Xueqi to have ideas, but being too confident makes it a bit funny.

This man is not considered a genius at all among the younger generation. He is quite decent, but he is pretentious.

Wang Teng stopped talking. He felt that he had just lost his mind. Talking to such a person was a waste of time.

However, he still felt that something was wrong. Since Lu Xueqi was so ordinary, why was he tied up here alone?

Still tied to the stone pillar, Wang Teng was not boasting, he was still Dao Wuhen and the others, how could he be this pretentious Lu Xueqi?

Wang Teng couldn't understand the thoughts of the people in this organization, so he closed his eyes and wanted to rest.

After all, no matter what, we will see the outcome tomorrow.

But the man above his head seemed to have opened up his chatterbox and kept chattering away, starting from when he was a child.

Wang Teng frowned, flicked his finger, and the noisy voice disappeared. The surrounding area instantly became quiet. Wang Teng also breathed a sigh of relief and began to rest peacefully.
Chapter completed!