Wei Liulang asked, "Could it be that he lost his memory? To be honest, I've forgotten a lot!"
Wei Ting asked, "What did you forget?"
"If I remember, will it still be called forgetting?"
"Then how do you know you forgot?"
"I… Young brat! Shouldn't you be more focused at this time? Do you want to die!"
Wei Liulang raised his left arm and blocked the other party's sword. If this was his arm, it would have been broken seventeen to eighteen times.
The other party looked at Wei Liulang's arm strangely, as if he was curious and interested.
Wei Liulang's scalp went numb. "It's over. He wants to snatch my arm!"
Wei Ting made a prompt decision and took out the iron bell from Wei Liulang's arm.
The moment he saw the iron bell, the other party paused.
Wei Ting took the opportunity to knock him out!
"Little Seven!" Wei Liulang was dissatisfied.
