As expected, the joys and sorrows between people don't really connect.
And when happiness is built upon the pain of a brother, that happiness becomes even sweeter.
At least, when Lun Chuan retracted his hand, the smile on his lips lingered for a long time.
Of course, Qin Yun and He Kuang, those two guys who don't work out at all, couldn't outrun Big White when it came to fleeing for their lives,
and in the end, each got a couple of hard bites on their butts before it was over.
"If I had known..." He Kuang painfully lay on the grass, "we might as well have not run and just let him vent a bit."
Qin Yun also turned over with a look of utter despair: "Lost face for you and me, but everyone's happy—Lun Chuan is really not a brother, sob sob..."
A proud seven-foot man, how humiliating!
The next moment, someone came walking slowly in boots, an iron shovel stuck into the grass next to him.
