Xia Chuhe chuckled: "Hehe, Little Dog."
Meng Zhu was instantly enraged by those two words: "Damn it, who are you calling a stinking idiot! You big moron! You stupid pig!"
Xia Chuhe still laughed: "Hehe, Greyhound!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Meng Zhu lunged at Xia Chuhe and began to fight.
Patients with myasthenia gravis and intellectual disabilities took turns attacking each other, one yelling angrily and the other crying loudly in frustration.
Zhou Xia's head was buzzing: "Meng Zhu! You come back here right now!"
Meng Zhu ignored him.
Lu Dangui acted decisively, and the neck, which had lost its muscle protection, was indeed as fragile as a chick.
He never had the chance to go back; he became a dead bird, thin and weak with powerless wings.
Lu Dangui pursed his lips, savoring the feeling of life slipping through his fingers. Not enough, not nearly enough.
She turned her gaze to Zhou Xia.
Zhou Xia and her only remaining teammate instinctively took a step toward the guide's position.
Xia Chuhe clapped his hands with joy: "Ah! Dead! Good riddance! Good riddance! Let another one die, let another one die!"
Xia Chuhe smiled as he pasted the paper next to Lu Danggui.
Lu Dangui grabbed her by the neck and threw her violently to the ground: "Stay away from me!"
Xia Chuhe kicked his legs wildly on the ground, rubbing his eyes haphazardly with both hands: "Ouch! You pushed me! You pushed me!"
Lu Dangui gritted his teeth and endured!
fed up!
No need to endure it any longer!
Kill her!
The guide smiled and stopped the farce in time: "Alright, we've already lost one resident. If we delay any longer, we won't be able to finish today's project."
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