An MU's breathing stopped for a moment. teacher, since you're so skilled, you must have put in a lot of effort. What did you use to practice? "
Everyone could tell that there was a strange aura in his words.
On such an occasion, this elegant and indifferent teacher was added with a bit of mystery.
Bo Yi did not look at an mu this time. He wore a white mask and carefully sewed up the frog's wound as he said slowly, " before this, I stayed in South Africa for a long time, one year, two years, or even longer. I was a volunteer at the wildlife base there and often helped to perform surgery on injured animals and stitch up their wounds.
His tone was light, as if he was narrating a very plain and normal thing. His eyebrows were clear and delicate, and he sutured the frog's skin so seriously and carefully. He even tied a beautiful knot at the end and ended everything.
