As the sky was about to get light, the patience that Grandpa Long had managed to muster finally ran out: "Hey, hey, that's enough! What the hell are you singing about?! You're kneeling, and you're still on the ground you've been guarding. Just be hypocritical, and stop kneeling. Will you ever stop?"
Erick Qi turned his face away silently: ... Expecting this ancestor to create an atmosphere is worse than expecting a pig to climb a tree.
"Why are you twisting your face? Huh?! Is there anything wrong with what I said?! As men, it's enough to show your loyalty. What's the point of dithering? If you twist your face again, your neck will break!" Whenever Longya gets angry, he likes to control everything and Erick Qi, even the direction he faces. He is very unreasonable and always drags the vulnerable groups into the trap, such as Old Yuan who has no human rights at this time.
He stretched out his hand and nodded at Lao Yuanchong. Erick Qi shouted: "His face is as wrinkled as a melon. What's so good about it? Young people should not tilt their heads all day long. Are you having a stroke?!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pinched Erick Qi's chin to straighten his twisted face.
Erick Qi: ...
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