"Fart, it must be your idea." Mu Xue said angrily, "Did you just peep at me making a fool of yourself?"

"How can you make a fool of yourself?" Zhao Feng straightened his face and asked, "How much power did you use to fight Mengmeng just now?"

"I used all my strength to defend against that strange fireball at the beginning, but then the average was about 70%, how about you?" Mu Xue said with a glance.