Lin Li really was cursing.
Every word came from the bottom of his heart.
Anyway, it did not matter if these really came true. The latter two coming true would even be good things.
He would just treat Song Luping like a wishing-well turtle.
"Good, curse him well!" Song Luping gave an approving thumbs-up, then shook his head. "Xiaofan, you're still being too restrained. Why are you good students so precise about this? Just make it so he can't get it up at all!
That's how it should be. What's the point of only doing half of it?"
That would not do. One thing was one thing.
It might not be useful now, but it could not be absent.
"No, no, no, Brother Ping, that's where you don't understand. I think being only half-functional is the most miserable thing—neither up nor down. That's the most vicious curse," Lin Li explained.
Song Luping considered it carefully. Then his expression darkened, and he sighed. "You're actually right. You really are ruthless. Not quite dead, but beyond saving—yeah, that really is painful. Sigh..."
Lin Li lowered his head to hold back his laughter.
Friendly fire.
"He has to suffer! Don't let me find out who reported him. If he dares show his face in front of me, I'll grab a knife and carve him into a human stick, then pour chili water and medicated oil on his crotch! Then I'll sprinkle itching powder all over his back!" Song Luping said viciously after composing himself.
Hiss—
As the person involved, Lin Li felt his phantom limb beginning to ache. He was now even more certain that hiding his identity had been the right choice.
"Bro, are you serious?" Lin Li asked weakly.
"I kill people all the time. What do you think?" Song Luping