"Stop, stop, stop!" L remote shouted, and finally lay on the table, crying weakly, "Elder brother, it's good that I owe you. You f*cking used your medical skills to save our lives once, not the guns, the rain of bullets and the stinky smell of 10,000 years. You, you, you, you... "
"What's wrong with me? Do you still want to continue?" I laughed and spat out a bone fragment in my mouth, making a posture of ready to fight with him. Lyle was naturally scared by my posture and his face turned blue. He hurriedly said, "Well, well, I can't win you in terms of mouth, can I be considered as a loser?"
When I saw him begging for mercy, my mouth was twisted with laughter. "What about this table of wine and dishes?"
lur's face changed and he said firmly, "This dishes and drinks are definitely yours
