I rushed forward with both fists, but Sima Yang hugged her waist from behind and could not move forward any further. The limbs with blue veins bulging in the air were covered with unorganized claws: "Let me go! I'm going to tear it up
!I must tear it!”
My strong reaction caused a stir among the crowd, and the crowd was surrounded by crowds and immediately discussed it.
"This child is so angry. Could it be that he was picked by the grass-picking thief? It's so pitiful!"
"Yes, the young man was actually destroyed like this!"
"With such a terrible scar on his face, the thief was able to do it, it's really tsk tsk tsk tsk..."[
"Because the thief who picks grass looks like a pig himself!"
"Speaking of this, these two thieves are all a bit strange. The one on the left looks like a pig, and the one on the right looks a bit like a dog."
“…”
Ahh, you were picked by the grass picker! Ah, no, it should be you who picked the grass picker... Woo, what am I thinking!
Damn it, if I knew which bastard painted this portrait, I would definitely **** his eyes, break his hands and feet, then roll some crispy fried powder, put it in a pan and fry it!
Actually... I painted me like a pig, and even added such a big black mole under my nostril without authorization!