[Is this sword dance?]
[What is going on?]
There were speculations on the bullet screen.
Bo Silin looked at the comments that flashed by one after another and felt the sky turn dark.
Every new hypothesis from the chat just added more weight to his mental breakdown.
Bo Xi consoled herself, 'Actually, this can't be that bad. At least that brawny man is not too outrageous. He'll probably do something silly at most.'
"No, get it together," he said. Bo Silin shook his head. Physical labor was far from the standard of messing around. "It could be something like breaking rocks with his chest, right? That'll be a sight to see." Bo Silin supported himself with the wheelchair and shook his head again, trying to convince himself that it would not be as bad as it might seem.
Bo Xi mumbled, "Isn't it ridiculous enough to break a large stone with your chest?"
Qiu Ye began the show.
