C192 Glossogenesis
"Ahh …" Screams resounded around him. With such a fast speed and such a sharp knife, if it continued stabbing like this, wouldn't Lu Haitao's hand become a lump of meat paste?
"Du …" Lin Yu stabbed the table ferociously with his last knife. The knife that was stabbed into the table hummed as it stood there.
Lu Haitao's face was completely pale
