C61 He Plucked the Red Fruit.
When Wu Xiaoming could only spit out some acid, he felt much better. Xiaohei loyally guarded Wu Xiaoming's side, while the Six-ear Macaque had a strong interest in the Golden Wing Centipede's head and kept playing with its corpse.
When Wu Xiaoming stood up from the ground, a thick green ball appeared in front of his eyes. "Don't say that I didn't take care of you. Here