Couldn't be helped—the skull was really hard.
And Lin Li was only wearing ordinary sneakers.
Hopefully he hadn't kicked himself into getting onychocryptosis.
Your mother's head is like a ball; kick it into a department store. The department store sells balls, and the ball it sells is your mother's head.
Lin Li still remembered and could sing this heartwarming children's nursery rhyme known across the country. Looking at it now, he really had been too naive as a child. That kick must have hurt like hell.
Lin Li walked up to Beautiful Lady, who had been forced to split up from him, took out a fruit knife from his backpack, and began making preparations just in case.
"Mmph... bleurgh... mmph."
Several times during the process, Lin Li felt his stomach churning.
It was genuinely disgusting. The only consolation was that it did not have much of that rotten stench, but the sight was simply too horrific. It felt like one more look would make him sick.
So Lin Li instinctively reached out to press his mask tighter, but when he caught sight of how much more miserable his gloves looked now, he silently withdrew his hand.
His hands now felt comparable to Sister Yu's feet.
Who the hell would dare lick them?
These rubber gloves had better pray they did not leak like plastic gloves, or Lin Li would definitely settle the score with them.
The fruit knife was at least brand-new from the factory. Even if it was cheap, it was still sharp. In less than half a minute, Lin Li removed Beautiful Lady's entire arm, upper and lower included.
Lin Li removed Beautiful Lady's right hand first. That way, when they interlocked fingers with his left hand later, if anything unexpected happened, his free dominant right hand could