Li Tianmu first felt a very cool stream of air drilling into his brain, so comfortable that he almost moaned.
After a second, Li Tianmu felt something was wrong. That stream of cool air seemed to turn into blades, scraping his brain paste and skull.
Then, Li Tianmu heard a "screech~" sound.
It was a very sharp sound, making Li Tianmu's heart skip a beat.
"Ah~!" A cry from deep within the bones. It made everyone who heard it shiver, empathizing with that pain, and unable to help but grimace.
Finally, Lin Tian removed his hand from his head and coldly asked, "Do I still need to beg you?"
Li Tianmu greedily gasped for air, cold sweat pouring out from the thirty-six thousand pores on his body.
He looked as if he had been reborn after a disaster.
"I'll tell... I'll tell..."
Li Tianmu compromised, he really didn't want to endure that kind of pain worse than death.
