"Romantic toy!"
The intense feeling immediately spread through the entire body of the operatic man. His mouth opened, spitting blood; his legs trembled, urine flowed, and the pulsating on his chest, which had already been spraying, became extremely fierce, like an arrow.
The old servant who had sneaked in to watch silently had his mouth agape in shock, only to be hit and collapse to the ground, rolling incessantly.
Duan Yun combined his fingers as a sword, striking at the critical point on his chest.
One must admit, this operatic man was not without skill, at least his endurance was notable.
Even while being beaten until fluids flowed from both ends, he managed to react, his hips jerking upward, allowing his body to slide back.
Thus, the sword finger meant for his chest landed squarely on his crotch.
But this instead gave him some momentum to counter.
After all, his lower area had already been kicked, rendering him numb to further pain there.
