"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
Park Jinshui, holding his head and crouching on the ground, screamed.
But in his panic, he did not use his broken Huaxia, but Korean, which neither Bull Demon King nor the lunatic could understand.
"Brother Luo, what's he saying?"
After slapping him, Bull Demon King turned to ask.
"He says it feels great and to keep going."
Tang Luo said seriously.
"Feels great? Damn!"
Hearing this, Bull Demon King felt as if he had been insulted and delivered several more fierce slaps, making Park Jinshui start to question his life.
Cardila, standing by, had a slightly strange expression on her face. She was fluent in eight languages, including Korean.
So, she couldn't help but laugh. Very good, this was very Tang Luo.
"Cardila, what are you laughing about?"
An Lan asked curiously.
"Haha, nothing."
Cardila laughed and shook her head.
"That's enough."
Half a minute later, Tang Luo spoke up.
