C89 To the Beast Race

Xiao Yong finished the wine in his cup and said with a smile, "What? Your skin is itchy? Then I'll relax my muscles!"

Mu Tian threw away his wine cup, walked to the side and hooked his finger at Xiao Yong.

Xiao Yong also threw his wine cup and jumped over, "Come on, you attack first!"

"Then you won't have a chance!" Mu Tian laughed as he swung his right fist towards Xiao Yong's face