Second Uncle clenched his fist, the left hand in front, the right hand thrusting forward, as if charging with a bayonet, shouting, "Kill, kill, kill!"
Yu Minglang didn't move, blinked, and Qian facepalmed.
Second Uncle stopped, proud.
"Back then, I was number one in practicing this! Admit it or not?"
To enhance the effect, Second Uncle repeated, "Stab, stab, stab, kill, kill, kill!"
"It sure is stupid... stupid, stupid, stupid," Qian muttered.
Yu Minglang silently extended a finger and placed it on Second Uncle's forehead.
Second Uncle felt deeply humiliated, this pose, how does it feel like teasing a dog?
So he raised his arm and shouted, "Kill!"
Then...
"Oh my, quick, help me up, my back's gone..."
Yu Minglang shrugged, looking innocent, "I didn't touch him..."
Being this clumsy and still daring to challenge Yu Minglang, Yu Minglang felt that if he retaliated, it would seem like bullying.
Well, if not using hands, then using feet!
