"Done choosing!"
Ren Yu shouted and left his half-flag piece, then picked up the others one by one and handed them all to Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun glanced at them casually, then took them without hesitation and tossed them into the pit.
Everyone: "..."
Damn!
They were too speechless to even swear!
What was she doing?
Would it kill to leave them a couple of pieces?!
Would it?!
Could she have a bit of humanitarian spirit?!
Could, she, please?!
Clearly, the concept of "humanitarianism" was something ephemeral and non-existent before Mo Shangjun.
In the many looks that wished to rush forward and beat her up, she calmly took out a matchstick, struck it lightly on the matchbox, and the flame immediately ignited.
The flame was weak, yet at this moment it seared the eyes of everyone present.
They couldn't stop tears from flowing down their faces.
Ren Yu touched his nose, and at the moment Mo Shangjun threw the matchstick into the pit, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
