"Polite! Be polite, Senior Li!" Lin Xiaosu stepped forward a few steps, coming to stand in front of him, "If you lose your temper, I will definitely retort, and when it comes to talking back, you absolutely can't outdo me. At that time, you'll be so angry that your seven orifices emit smoke and your primordial spirit gets dislocated, yet you still can't make a move, and that would really mess up your state of mind."
"You..." Li Qianzong raised his hand high!
Bang!
A slap landed on his own forehead.
"Senior, want a drink?" Lin Xiaosu raised his hand and offered a bottle.
Li Qianzong snatched it, and the small top half of the bottle disappeared in an instant as he flipped his hand and poured the entire bottle into his big mouth.
Lin Xiaosu made a sour expression.
He clearly saw the glass shards entering his mouth as well, and he just drank it, swallowed it…
