Upon hearing Ma Xiaotong's words.
Even Zhang Feng's eyes twitched slightly.
Wow, this hooked nose guy has already been tortured to this extent, and he isn't done playing? Again?
Come on, he's already dead...
Emm...
But of course, your own sister should be pampered by yourself.
So.
Zhang Feng pointed once more at the forehead of the Western corpse.
The Western corpse lay stiffly on the ground once again.
Then, the chilly air reappeared, and the Western corpse sprang up again.
Tears and snot were flowing, wailing loudly!
Thank goodness this corpse couldn't physically shed tears or snot.
Otherwise, the morgue at the Special Ninth Bureau would really be a mess.
Originally, Zhang Feng had decided to end it, after all, he just wanted this Western corpse to recognize its own real situation.
Now that it has realized it, there's no need to continue.
However, this Western corpse babbled on in a bunch of words Zhang Feng didn't understand again.
