Qingluan nervously grabbed Li Yubing's sleeve, but happened to see a bruise in the swinging sleeve where he had twisted it before. Thinking of Li Yubing who was grinning at him just a moment ago, coupled with the scene of the impending rain, it was really funny, even though it seemed like something serious was going to happen next.
The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and the electric arcs floating in the clouds seemed to be making piercing screams. Under the dark clouds, two figures, one large and one small, could not hide their disdain in their big eyebrows, and there was an unintentional smile in the corners of their small mouths.
Really, I'm so mad at God.