C244 My Fist I Can't Stand the Thirst

"Bam!"

The two fists collided for the last time, and both retreated two steps.

Wine Taoist Priest put his trembling hands behind his back. He stared at the small back of his hand, which didn't change its color at all. He couldn't believe that it was real.

The corner of her mouth raised slightly as she blinked her big eyes at Wine Taoist Priest