No choice, the skull is really hard.
Lin Li is only wearing regular sneakers.
Hopefully, one kick won't give him an ingrown toenail.
Your mom's head, like a ball, gets kicked to the department store; the department store sells balls, selling your mom's head.
This universally heartwarming little nursery rhyme, Lin Li still remembers and can sing. In hindsight, it seems childhood was indeed too immature, this kick must hurt a lot.
Lin Li arrived in front of the lovely lady forced into separate action, took a fruit knife from his backpack, and started to prepare for himself.
"Mm, ugh, mm."
During this time, Lin Li felt his stomach churning several times.
It was indeed disgusting. The only consolation was that there was not much of a rotten stench in terms of smell, but the scene was really too unbearable to look at. It felt like just one more glance would make him sick.
