Jiang Lu's fingers slid into the Black Wind Lord's eyes with ease.
It was soft, with not the slightest obstruction, just like how his fingers had slipped to the bottom of Zi Ha'te's Fei Kun Cup in one go.
Perhaps because the Black Wind Lord's eyeballs were quite elastic, Jiang Lu even deliberately hooked and dug with his fingers.
"What a big booger!"
His expression was serious, as if facing a formidable enemy.
In an instant, the Black Wind Lord, coming to his senses, violently leaned back, forcefully pulling his eye socket off Jiang Lu's finger: "Ahh!!! My eye!!!"
"Huh?" Hearing this, Jiang Lu narrowed his eyes: "Is it a cultural difference, why are nostrils called eyes here?"
The Black Wind Lord, covering his eyes, didn't have time to argue with Jiang Lu, and took off his helmet to start washing his eyes with water.
"Bastard! Bastard bastard bastard!!"
When had he ever suffered such indignity?
