Intoxicated men were not logical; it was a fact everyone knew. Chen Baichuan was on the brink of death, but he still had not grasped his situation. Hearing him say that she was like a fat pufferfish, she was so furious that she almost fainted.
Reaching out her big claws, she scratched his face. What followed was Chen Baichuan's blood-curdling scream. "Ah!"
"I'll let you stay out all night! I'll let you drink alcohol! I'll let you tangle with a vixen!"
Three consecutive scratches!
At this time, Qianmo, who was watching the drama, and Black, who had been dragged along, seemed to have the same sounds popping up in their heads simultaneously.
First Blood!
Double Kill!!
Triple Kill!!!
