"What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing! What are you doing!"
Fatty covered his face as he shouted, he was obviously panicking and in pain.
"Zhang Bayi, why are you still pretending?"
Su Bai was feeling a little disgusted when he looked at his palm, that white film seemed really disgusting at that moment, it was annoyingly greasy.
Su Bai had previously help the dead to clean their faces, this time, he had helped a living, hopping and skipping being clean up, it was a being with warmth, regardless whether it was the feeling of the touch of the palm or the feeling, it was completely different from the former.
When Fatty heard those words, he sighed and no longer hid his face.
"I only wanted you to leave, why do insist on not listening?"
