"Damn it, I knew you couldn't be relied on, you can even screw up killing someone!"
"Fuck, that bullet was lodged in his prostate, and his small intestine was turned into a lotus platform, yet you're telling me he's not dead? His heart could have been eaten with some soy sauce, and you're saying he's not dead?!"
"You didn't double-tap?!"
"I almost buried him!"
"Bullshit, I don't believe it!"
"Eat my Grasping Milk Dragon Claw Hand!!!"
"Take my Nine Yin Lower Body Kick!!!"
Watching the two, looking like slimes wrestling together, with Patriarch of the Sun Family and Young Master Zhou completely disregarding their images, the expressions of Zhuge Qing and others gradually became numb.
"Yes, that's how we do it at the Imperial Academy."
Waving her little fist, trying to join the fray from thin air, Tang Wan turned her head and conceded with a nod.
This is just like a primary school fight, isn't it?
