666 raised his eyebrows and looked at him casually: “Master chef in a star-rated restaurant? It’s just this kind of thing, feed dogs, don’t eat dogs!”
After all, throw away the chopsticks and kick the table.
‘Slap...’
The pedal on the table made a crisp sound as the table fell to the ground.
“Nuo, eat them, maybe I can take your life.” 666 put his hands on the back of his head, his muscles were relaxed, and he didn’t seem to be prepared.
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