C20 Bicuspid Isthmus

"Die!" Go to hell! "Go die …" Mo Yitong squatted on the ground and looked at the ant hole on the ground. She kept using her stick to bully those little ants. She hated Zuo Zuo to death. She hated fireworks. What friends, what sisters! Humph!

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at her feet. Mo Yitong knew that someone was coming and ignored it, continuing to bully the small ants.

"Alright