Chapter 224: Effects of the Soul Device
seconds.
seconds.
seconds.
Sheng Qingyan suddenly put down the slice of watermelon in his hand and forcefully spat it out. He pulled out a silk scarf, wiped the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ji You, "You poor dead goner... really a reincarnation of a starving ghost..."
"Can’t compete with that."
"Can’t compete with that."
"Not competing anymore."
"It’s infuriating Little Cuties."
Honestly speaking, Sheng Qingyan felt certain he wouldn’t lose; he just needed to hold on for a few more tens of seconds. No, even 30 more seconds would have ensured his victory.
However—
Those 30 seconds were just absolutely impossible to endure.
Sheng Qingyan was very frustrated, frustrated enough to want to shut himself off.