How much malice did it take to commit something so vicious?
No wonder Xunzi said that old saying—at the beginning of man, there was a fertilized egg.
Golden Cicada, Yellowbrow won again this time.
"So, Lin Li, are you still going to stop me and make an enemy of me?" After telling the tragic story, Qin Zeyu delivered his final ultimatum, his gaze resolute.
As for Bai Bufan, he had already vanished without a trace.
Fuck, he did not even need to use his brain. Even if Bai Bufan thought with the grime under his foreskin, he knew what Lin Li's answer would be. If he did not run now, he would not get another chance.
Seeing Qin Zeyu getting a little anxious, Lin Li patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't rush. I told you, if Bu Fan really did something that beastly, I'd help you deal with him."
"Now, gogogo, let's go."
During the fish's death by a thousand cuts, it produced roe.
Maybe human life was the product of humans being subjected to death by a thousand cuts.
No wonder good people did not live long. Maybe life itself was a form of torture. Good people did good deeds, so it counted as earning reduced sentences. Naturally, their lives were shorter.
At that moment, countless philosophical thoughts like these filled Bai Bufan's mind.
So you did not need your own post-nut clarity to enter sage mode. Other people's post-nut clarity could get you there too.
Hiss—
"Sorry, sorry, bros, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Stop pulling out my leg hair! Fuck, are you even human? You can actually come up with torture like this? What if you give me folliculitis from pulling them out?! Ah! Fuck! It came out!"
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