After burning the Lord of the Flies to ashes, all the polluted mutations were thoroughly eradicated, like a brutal surgery, cutting off a hand for hand pain, beheading for a headache!
Yet, against the essence of the soul, it leaves not a single hair harmed!
Like an irascible big brother who bursts out barefoot when you kick open his door and smacks you a few times with a slipper, then picks up a copper belt to whip you into a spinning top.
After venting his anger, he pulls up his big shorts, spits on the floor, and goes to help you clean up the mess you made while wearing his slippers…
This trivial nonsense?
Useless thing, at most I'll help you one more night, howling!
"Don't be angry, last time you scrounged off me, this time I scrounge off you, mutual scrounging and aid, isn't this fulfilling our brotherhood?"
Ji Jue chuckled, but the dancing Flame Light was unceremonious, even intensifying, inflicting more severe pain, urging him to hurry the hell up and finish!
