C89 A drunk man is not a drunk man

"AHH!" With a loud shout, Ning Jin's head instantly turned, and when he fell to the ground, the dirt on his hands flew towards his eyes, but he was unable to dodge in time, and the soil that was mixed with water pierced into his eyeballs. His body fell from the sky once more.

"He Qiu, are you alright?" This was definitely the standard of the special forces, every move was fast and accurate