That yellow food!
"Spit it out! You damn well have to spit it out, I want to eat it too!" Wu Xiaobo was frantic.
Wanted to jump up and slap him.
Yes, Wu Xiaobo was slightly short.
Um...
Short.
He would have to jump up to hit his face.
Dammit.
This was really too much.
"Spit it out... well, I could, but don't you think it's disgusting?" Lin Murong looked troubled. He rarely vomited; his body was quite healthy and basically never threw up.
But if Wu Xiaobo really wanted it, he wouldn't distrust him.
He could try and see if he could vomit it out.
"You, you, you... you're just deliberately dawdling, you watch, I'm not going to... kill you. If I don't kill you, then I'm not Wu Xiaobo!"
Wu Xiaobo was completely enraged.
Charging ahead, with the rest following him.
Then...
He was knocked out by Lin Murong with one move.
"I thought you'd be more formidable, but turns out..." Lin Murong looked at the men lying on the ground, finding them way too... unimpressive.
