It is obvious that the child is seriously malnourished, not only does he take action slowly, but he is obviously not strong enough.

After a long time of fighting, the other party's glasses were knocked to the ground, and the clothes were torn apart, without much substantial damage.

"I'll do it."

Wu Zhenyu signaled to get out of the way, and swung his old fist on the other party's chin.

"Crack."

It's the sound of a broken tongue.

"Damn, he is only fifteen years old. What's wrong with trying to make AK? You have to do human affairs!"

After the three punches, the teacher fainted directly, and blood kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.

"Wu Xiaobao, come here and give you a taste of this."

Wu Zhenyu took out the water of happy life and began to give God's nectar.
Chapter completed!