"Senior Yu Baiwan, please stop, please stop!"

At this moment, a painting was spread out in front of Zhao Chu.

In front of the painting, there is a very ordinary wooden comb floating in the air.

Zhao Chu's hands were respectfully holding a letter.

An unopened letter.

From such a short distance, Zhao Chu could even see the impatience in Hei Yan's eyes.

He waited calmly.

Waiting for Yu Baiwan's reply.

Or...death.

…

The whole world is also paying attention to Zhao Chu.

This idiot, taking out these crappy things and trying to block the World-Destroying Black Swallow, is simply stupid.

A claptrap clown, nothing more.

…

Seeing that Hei Yan was less than three inches away from Zhao Chu, the dark wind had even torn the robe on his chest.

However.

The next breath, the eyes of the whole world were fixed again.

Stop!

At the critical moment, the trajectory once again violated the common sense of inertia and stopped directly in place.
Chapter completed!