Apollo, the sun god, suddenly blew himself up, shocking everyone.

Yang San was the closest, looking innocent.

I didn't touch him.

I originally wanted to stay and cherish each other, but why did I blow myself up?

Cai Gen was also surprised. Why did the jar break when it was so good?

What exactly have you experienced?

Puro sighed deeply.

"Even the Olympians with powerful souls.

I can't bear that little cutie's look either.

I just don’t know, poor kid Apollo.

How many blows have we endured and what steps have we reached?"

Cai Gen asked following Puo Puo's words.

"How many steps does the cute attack have?"

"No, that's not an attack, it's just a look from the cutie.

It can be regarded as instinctive mental erosion, definitely not a subjective attack.

How many steps there are in total, I don’t know.

I just heard that no matter how many steps you take, you will eventually lead to destruction."

That is to say, you will be scared to death just by looking at it?

In other words, just looking at it makes you mentally ill?

No matter how powerful you are, you will eventually collapse and perish in that glance?

Then if you get slapped by the cutie, wouldn't it mean that you will sink forever and never get ahead?

Cai Gen didn't believe it and felt that Pu Luo was absolutely artistically processed and was alarmist.

Zeus also reacted to Apollo's self-destruction.

A brief moment of sobriety freed him from his contented mood.

Seeing the aura that Yang San had gathered, he was shocked.

I can't spoil the Yang three anymore. We don't have that kind of friendship.
Chapter completed!