"snort."

Chen Zhong let out a cold snort from his nose, stood up from the ground, held his head with both hands and twisted it gently, and immediately connected the dislocated neck that had been beaten by Ning Qi, and then, a bloody color suddenly appeared in his hand Gourd, the moment this gourd appeared, a hint of surprise flashed in Ziyue Yanjun's eyes.

"The Magic Gourd of Joy?"