Apart from Luo Shimiao and Xu Xingliang, who were in relatively good condition, the three girls were exhausted and sat down on the ground without regard for their image.
Bored, Luo Shimiao took out his nunchucks and walked to the wall. Seeing the cameraman following him, he said, "Brother, don't get so close. If I accidentally break the camera, the director will dock my pay. I don't want to waste my money."
The photographer listened to her and took a few steps back to maintain a safe distance.
The nunchucks left afterimages as they swung through the air.
Doesn't she feel pain? I feel the pain just looking at her through the screen.
The monkey was refined in the alchemy furnace for forty-nine days, yet even the divine fire couldn't harm her in the slightest. A mere stick was like a tickle to her.
[Sister Sanshui seems to have inexhaustible energy; she's full of vitality every day.]
"Pshaw, all that fancy stuff is useless. I could send her flying three meters with one kick."
[If you're sick, go get treatment immediately; don't spread your illness online!]
What's the point of saying this here? Why don't you go kick it and see who flies away?
[He's a fierce online critic, but in reality, he's just a stinking rat cowering in the sewer.]
The parrot on Luo Shimiao's head trembled and dared not move, its body pressed tightly against her head, as if it wanted to crawl into her brain.
"You fierce woman, are you done yet?" Xiao Lü felt a gust of wind blowing over her head every now and then, the kind that could kill someone.
"This is nothing, don't fly around if you're scared." Luo Shimiao slowed down, looking at its tiny courage, not even as brave as Luo Luo.
Little Green cautiously turned its head to the right, and the intrusion of a face made it forget its fear.
"Hey fierce woman, look, there's a handsome guy here!"
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