Makiyama laughed angrily: "It's a pity that I didn't make it, right? If he doesn't come home at midnight, what do you want to do with him?"
Orion Le was confused: "What are you doing with him...?"
"I'll ask you one last time," Tristan Mu gently stroked the side of Orion Le's neck, his movements gentle but his tone dangerous, "How did you do this?"
Orion Le didn't know what to say. If Tristan Mu hadn't touched and bit him, he wouldn't have been able to remember where he had dug it.
He had no idea why Chen Youliang and Tristan Mu were so interested in bug-bitten bags one after another. Could it be that people in the city had not only never seen pigs running around, but also mosquitoes? That’s outrageous!
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