C192 Severe sick number what kind of joke was this

Chen Fan laid on the bed, bored. He felt helpless.

He was in the body cultivation and his speed was fast, but he was barely able to make it in time. If he didn't come, and let Xu Ling go, he could just wait for to collect the corpse first …

Since he himself didn't know any moves, he had no choice but to use the stupidest method — using his body to take it head-on …

But thanks to her physique