C262 Wood Acupuncture

"Do you speak human language?"

Lee Hao's face turned ashen. He couldn't wait to roll up his sleeves and fight three hundred rounds with Qian Ye, this shameless dead bird!

What did he say?

What did it say?

What do you mean I am half a pound of scrap iron, and that is eight taels of gold?

What a joke, right now I am a standard human being