Story of the Tall Lad Chapter 33

Li Jun was holding a pile of tattered books in his arms. He tripped over the threshold of Liam's door and almost flew out with the tatters in his arms. But before he could say anything, someone had already taken his place. He let out a horrible ghost cry---In the room, Liam was holding a needle and picking out the blood blisters on Yan Zhengming's hands one by one.

Liam's method of dealing with blood blisters was very skillful. He stabbed it in with one needle, picked it up and pinched it, and divided it three times, five times, and two times. He was never sloppy, and he ravaged his delicate head brother until he was in pain: "Be gentle! Liam Are you born to carry big bags? Ah---"

Liam said indifferently: "No, I might be a pig butcher."

"You unfilial and disloyal thing... Ouch!" Yan Zhengming almost jumped up from his chair, "What a bird sword, I will never practice it again!"

Li Jun hurriedly closed the door that he had knocked open to prevent the Fuyao Sect from losing its last bit of dignity on the street.