Su Mu looked at Yang Ding who was lying on the ground and fainted:

"I'm fucking...!"

He stood up blankly withdrew his hand and looked at his palm in surprise.

Fake match!

Fake match!

I want to protest, this grandson is playing a fake match.

Peat.

My lord, I haven't tried hard yet.

Could it be that Fat Master helped him do his best?

It's impossible. Fatty Master wants to take action, but he can't hide it from him.

Yang Ding's hand was really broken, and he really vomited blood.

But it must be pretending.

Moreover, it is definitely the kind of dizziness that cannot wake up.

Peat.

This grandson is cruel, decisive, and shameless.

Su Mu was so smart that he immediately understood in his mind.

Yang Ding is taking revenge on Ji Lengyu.

Today's situation can be said to be caused by Ji Lengyu.

Anyway, the purpose is to feed yourself medicine. The medicine has been taken, and the purpose has been achieved.

Then, in order not to get shit, fainting is of course the best choice.

If you lose, you will lose. If you lose, you will actually win.

Because as long as you die, whether it is Mo Zongheng or Ye Wanqiu, the outcome will not be good.

How can I not take off my body and swallow my phlegm after losing?

Pretend to die.

And Yang Ding pretended to be dead, he could not escape the bet on the bet.

Therefore, whoever leads the other party will naturally have to bear the bet.

The huge nightclub is as quiet as death.

Although Yang Ding and others' practices were looked down upon by their peers, everyone knows that the name Yang Ding is enough to show a lot of things.

The tripod that lifts nine tripods.

His strength has always been the well-deserved first among the three generations of heirs of the first-class sect.

The physical strength he once relied solely on, he tied with many ancient warriors.

Konima now…!

When Yang Ding met Su Mu, he was about to lose at once and lost so miserably.

Is Su Mu so strong?

Only Su Mu knew that Yang Ding was acting.

This bastard is also a movie star.

Losing so realistically.

Get up, I don’t want you to run naked anymore. Teach me how to act.

Su Mu thought he was a monster, but he was crushed in his acting skills, which aroused his strong sense of competitiveness and shame.

There were a group of people on Ji Lengyu's side, one of them was counted as one, and they all looked at Yang Ding who had fainted with a ghost look.

The heirs of the eight noble families turned pale in an instant.

They lost the share of the special zone that the family tried their best to gain.

Ji Lengyu's face was also as gloomy as ink.

He stared at Su Mu for a moment, and Ji Lengyu turned around and left.

Su Muxin said he wanted to run away?

There is no door.
Chapter completed!