C115 The Strange Place.
A sharp spike pierced Wu Xiaoming's shoulder. "Damn! It hurts! Damn it, you are a porcupine!" Wu Xiaoming endured the pain and pulled out the sharp spike. Blood spurted out like a fountain. "Xiaohei, speed up!"
With a series of hawking sounds, Xiaohei flew through the clouds like a bolt of lightning.
"Haha, little guy, hurry up!" The Qiongqi's arrogant roar sounded in Wu Xiaoming's ears