"Eating too much will cause a surge of blood and qi, leading to an explosion of the body and death," Shangguan You said coldly, glancing at Zhong Mingyang. A freak is a freak. Finishing a bottle in one gulp—he's seeking his own death.
Suddenly, bursts of gunfire reached them from afar. Shangguan You grabbed Zhong Mingyang's hand, and with her entire body, soared from the ground, rushing toward the source of the gunfire.
Zhong Mingyang felt the wind brushing past his face as he seemed to fly up into the sky, but then he landed steadily back on the ground. "Wait here," Shangguan You said.
Leaving behind those words, Shangguan You left him in a concealed spot, and her white figure darted rapidly toward the clashing parties. Zhong Mingyang stood there, dazed and stunned. He had experienced too many shocks and stimuli this evening. He felt as if he had entered a fantasy world. Scenarios that should only exist in novels and on television were actually happening right before his eyes.
