317: An Epoch-Making Aerial Battle-You Are the Knights of the Sky, and You Guard the Profound Palace's Skies

The entire afternoon.

Fang Han had been somewhat distracted.

Whenever he thought of that heroic face and the look cast back over its shoulder, he felt as though he had been run over by a Flying Car.

Crushed until he was utterly battered! Crushed to the depths of his soul!

Did it hurt?

No! Fang Han felt only a fierce unwillingness in his heart.

Since Cheng Han could ride a Flying Car, lead a mighty convoy, and tour all of Heaven Ring C beneath the gaze of countless people.

I have hands and feet too!

Why can't I do it?!

For the first time in his life, Fang Han felt that he ought to do something to change his current circumstances.

But.

Where should he even begin?

Fang Han's mind was a complete blank.

Old Zhou's roar suddenly exploded beside his ears.

"Are you fucking trying to get yourself killed?!"

The next moment.

Fang Han felt a hard shove on his shoulder and staggered several steps uncontrollably.

Bang!

It was the dull tremor of the tire thermoplastic machine, a sound that carried tremendous force.

Old Zhou cursed again, "Little Fang, were you sleepwalking just now? Do you know that your hand nearly got crushed by the machine?"

Fang Han came back to his senses. Glancing at the thermoplastic machine, he was immediately seized by lingering fear.

He looked at Old Zhou again, his face full of gratitude. "Old Zhou, I really have you to thank for that!"

Old Zhou looked extremely serious. "What the hell has been wrong with you all afternoon?"

Fang Han shook his head. "Nothing!"

Old Zhou clearly did not believe him. "Fine, don't tell me!"

But he did not press further, merely advising, "Little Fang, you're not in the right state today. Working like this is