The hotel's private room was on the eighteenth floor.
The eighteenth floor.
But in Immortal Elder Nanji's words, "It isn't that high."
However, when everyone stuck their heads out the window and looked down, there was no one whose legs did not go weak.
Lu Chengwen glanced down and pressed his lips tightly together.
If I jumped from here, I'd probably sleep even more soundly than the Mo Yan Brothers. At least they might wake up someday. I'd just sleep peacefully forever, free of all worries!
Lu Chengwen unconsciously took a few steps back.
Huo Wenting watched him with a smirk.
Bad boy. You kept screwing people over with your tricks before, and now karma's come for you, hasn't it? Let's see what you do now.
Lu Chengwen retreated a few more steps, muttering, "Well, actually, I'm not that interested in the Meteorite Ice Crystal. My talent is pretty average anyway. Even if I got the crystal, it wouldn't be much use to me, right..."
Immortal Elder Nanji turned back and glared at him, transmitting his voice once more:
If you dare back out, I'll beat you to death!
Lu Chengwen looked at him, conveying his reluctance and resistance with his eyes.
Big brother, forcing me won't help! Please, be a human being! This is the eighteenth floor! The eighteenth floor!
Either way, I'm dead. Why should I die such a miserable death?
Eldest Brother of Magic Rock stepped back as well, his heart pounding.
Just now, he had been confident that Lightness Skill was his specialty. On top of that, after watching his two brothers suffer consecutive crushing defeats, hot blood had rushed straight to his head, and he had declared that there would be no problem.
And he had said it with such confidence...
Now that he looked