As the spiritual space gradually dissipated, everything inside the original private room became visible. They looked at the boy who had originally been standing on the star now standing on the table, looking down calmly at his position, blinking, "Tsk, why am I standing here, do you plan to treat me as a dish?"
"You're the one who stood up there yourself." Wei Ming laughed as he looked at Bi Xia, who was mocking himself, and extended his hand to Bi Xia. Meng Chi also laughed and reached out his hand, but Bi Xia shrugged, directly refusing the help of the two. She bent her knees slightly and leapt lightly off the table.
Her starry eyes held a faint smile, "How about it?"
Wei Ming spread his hands, "You're impressive."
Bi Xia's lips curved slightly, as she turned her gaze to Xu Chou, who was powerless and falling to the ground. She stepped forward, and as she passed by Meng Chi, Meng Chi handed his gun to Bi Xia, loading the handgun, with a cold voice, "Xiao Wu."
