A circle of energy ripple appears around the body of the poem.

Next.

"Whoop!"

Five bloodwings grow out of the poem with a trace of noble purple wings. Naturally, her clothes are inevitably reduced to fragments.

Although he had just fought for two hours, when he saw that the poems were not weaker than Yueyue's figure, Song Yan felt that the fire in his heart had signs of resurgence, and under his gaze, the cheeks of the poems turned red rapidly.

Take a deep breath, Song Yan suppresses the evil thoughts in his heart, and then murmurs, "Good students practice, don't have misconceptions!"

The body of the poem trembled slightly,...