C41 I Don't Have a Small Belly

Yu Guo's hands did not stop moving as he chewed the food, like a hamster that was about to eat. On one hand, it was food, and on the other, it was gas. She looked at the two of them. The air was filled with the light of knives and the shadow of swords. The only sound that could be heard was the swishing of swords.

The two men, oblivious, talked about their work.

Suddenly