But before he could finish speaking, Meng jueguang's palm came flying over his face, beating him up while cursing, "You're the idiot! If you want to F * cking die, then go. Why did you come to my room?! You idiot, do you know what this fellow's background is? you even want to eat it, you really don't know what to write even if you die ..."
"Uh ... Ninth cousin, if you have something to say, let's talk it out. Don 't, don't hit me!" Meng Tong was immediately dumbfounded. Meng jueguang had chased him around the room and beaten him so badly that he had almost suffered internal injuries.
After a while, Meng jueguang's anger subsided a little when he saw Meng Tong's face turn into a pig's head. He looked at the curly Bear cub on the ground and scolded, "It's a good thing I came back in time, otherwise if this little thing was really killed by you, you and I would both die in the mountains, not a good death!"
