"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A flurry of punches and kicks followed, with both hands and feet used. It was unclear which part of the opponent he was hitting, but Mo Tian's speed was astonishing, and he felt as if he were spinning rapidly.
"Ah, so good! Ah! Ah!" Amidst the slapping sounds, Qiao Mei's wolfish roars could soon be heard. The enormous ball of flesh before her rolled back and forth under Mo Tian's dragon claws…
Despite the screams, Song Hye-kyo did not call for a halt.
Mo Tian had a great time fighting, and soon his whole body was covered in sweat. He felt a great sense of satisfaction! After a while, Mo Tian slowed down, his hands and feet were tired, and he felt a little weak.
Finally, she slowly came to a stop. Panting, Mo Tian bent over, supported herself on her knees with her hands, and sat down on the edge of the bed behind her with her buttocks sticking out.
What a bizarre situation! When Mo Tian took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at Qiao Mei lying on the ground, he was immediately startled...
Song Hye-kyo lay motionless on her side a short distance from the edge of the boat, her hands outstretched in front of her head, her disheveled hair covering her head, with several strands of plucked, dry hair scattered on the ground beside her...
Why isn't it moving? Mo Tian was taken aback, wanting to go forward to check, but then retreated. "It was your own request, so don't blame me."
Mo Tian raised her arms, which were trembling slightly from the effort, looked down at herself, her palms red and her fingers bent, then raised her left foot, shifting her sharp gaze to a shoe lying not far away.
Mo Tian took a breath, shook his head, walked over, bent down to pick up the shoes, calmly sat back on the edge of the bed, and put on the shoes...
The woman hadn't moved yet.
Could I have really killed her? Thinking back, she didn't even want to kill me. It seems a bit unfair to just kill her like that.
Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Elder sister, you can't blame me for this. I didn't mean to." Mo Tian got up from the bedside, tiptoed forward, bent down slightly, and reached out his hand, intending to nudge her.
Just between Mo Tian's fingers, less than ten centimeters from her shoulder...
"Hoo!" The woman on the ground stirred, suddenly raised her head, exhaled a breath of stale air, and the next moment, she turned to look at Mo Tian.
"A ghost!" Mo Tian quickly withdrew his hand, his whole body trembled, and his eyes widened in shock. The sight of Qiao Mei before him was simply unbearable to look at...
The corners of his eyes, the edges of his lips, the space between his eyebrows, and his nose were all unrecognizable, covered in bruises, and his face was even fatter than before.
Two horrible bloody snot streamed from his nose, his eyes were squinted shut, the slits of his eyes buried in the flesh, his hair was a mess of dry grass, his clothes were already dirty, but now they were even dirtier, and his front and back were covered with incomplete footprints.
"Yes, it was you who asked me to do this. This is the first time I've heard such a request, and it's understandable that I couldn't control myself." Mo Tian steadied himself, trying to remain calm, but his tone was as stiff as ever. "I didn't intend to do anything to you."
"No, no, wow, I, I really feel great, I should thank my king!" Qiao Mei sat on the ground, barely managing to sit up straight, facing Mo Tian, her already cracked lips managing to force a smile upwards.
With a sharp "sizzle!" a gasp escaped her lips, and a trickle of fresh blood immediately seeped out. But her fat face showed no anger or grievance whatsoever; instead, a twisted, ingratiating expression appeared: "You're so good to me, I'll stick with you from now on."
"No, you think you haven't been beaten enough?" Mo Tian almost collapsed when he heard this.
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