C19 (2/2)

Holding back his anger, he took off his socks, put on his shoes, and threw the pair of poisoned socks at the old man.

”Mm?!”

”This is so smelly.”

The pair of black socks happened to land on the old man's forehead, causing him to almost burp.

Actually, Du Lei was not someone who did not talk about hygiene, he was just a little lazy, and Jing Tian didn't know what kind of person he had to go crazy for, to actually take out the socks that he had treasured for three or four months and put them on. Thus, he accidentally helped out, and the old fellow was about to go crazy from being infected.

He didn't want to fight with Du Lei, he was only going to wash his face. Although he was old, he was an old man with a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the bath for almost an hour.

”Young man, this isn't good, how are you going to find a girlfriend in the future? It's too slovenly! ”

The old man's face was filled with disdain, but he did not forget to teach Du Lei a lesson.

Du Lei laughed and said: ”It's best that you worry more about your current situation.”

The corners of his mouth could not help but turn away from a charming smile as he slowly approached the old man.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, he extended his fist and pointed it straight at the mingmen!

Fighting.

He engaged in a peak level close combat with the skinny old man in front of him.

But as he approached the old man, he realized that he was wrong.

The old fellow was like a mud fish, no matter how Du Lei tried to catch him, he couldn't.

”Ah!”

”Old man, don't hit my face.”

”Hey, really don't slap my face.”

Du Lei's lungs were about to explode, this old fellow ran really fast, he was only able to get beaten up. However, under Du Lei's constant urging, this old man kept on attacking his face.

has successfully detonated Du Lei's little universe, the ”Overlord” in front of his chest.

The totem lit up, and waves of warmth started to spread to every single cell in his body.

He felt as if he had been reborn and his body was filled with limitless power. He stretched out his hand and tore off the discarded drainpipe on the wall, using it as a weapon.

”AHH!” ”You old bastard, I told you not to slap my face, but you refused to listen to me. Now, your father's anger has exploded, and your injuries have also increased explosively!”

Du Lei held onto the drainpipe like a wild demon dancing in a frenzy. As long as he saw the old fellow stop, he would ruthlessly smash him down, causing the scene at the scene to once again have a dramatic change.

At the 'domineering' stage.

With the support of this skill, Du Lei was like a god that had descended to the mortal world.

What National Art Expert?

What Iron Palm?

In my, Du Lei's, eyes, you're just a f * * king paper tiger!