"If you don't want to go, just lie on the ground," Yin Xiaofan said when he saw the other party unwilling to leave, not bothering with nonsensical talk.
His wrist turned, and the coffee cup in his hand flew directly toward the boy.
As I stood up, I felt something hit my stomach, and then I fell down.
"Ouch! I'm really heartbroken. This time, after being hit by the coffee cup, I felt an agonizing pain and screamed out loud."
"Uncle Shi, you bull!" Seeing how easily Yin Xiaofan taught the boy such a harsh lesson, the little Heavenly God Stick showed respect.
"Insect carving is just a skill, not worth mentioning. It's too noisy here. Let's go!" Interrupted, Yin Xiaofan said without a change in mood, just speaking.
"Uncle Shi, wait for me," said the little magic wand, walking towards the girl.
