C2707 Death-rhythm

Liu Xing sat there motionlessly, pondering for a hundred whole days.

For the past hundred days, he hadn't moved an inch. His eyes hadn't even blinked as he continued to ponder about how to save energy.

If it wasn't for the fact that his hair had always been white, he would have thought of turning white in these 100 days.

Finally, he reaped some rewards