"Bad boy, do you want to die?"

It doesn’t count if you have to endure Park Myung-soo’s saliva. Shi Zhenqiu is so depressed.

"Am I wrong? You can't succeed. Isn't it because you are too old and your reaction speed has decreased. Brother, you are almost forty, you are an old man."

Not to mention Park Myung Soo, all the people who failed here were unhappy.

"Oh, you guy, you have to hit a stone to recognize the reality."

"Absolutely...it will never fail."

Well, since this damn little guy has started to mock him, everyone doesn't mind letting him feel the charm of mud.

Shi Zhenqiu did not observe that just as he was paying attention to the balloon, Yoo Jae-suk, who was standing next to him, exchanged bad intentions with Park Myung-soo.

"Everyone, let you see the power of youth now."

The balloons are already in place, and Shi Zhenqiu still has not lost confidence.

After shouting, he suddenly let go of his hand. Seeing the balloon getting closer to his face, Shi Zhenqiu took a deep breath and pulled towards the rapidly sliding rope.

Um?

Where is the rope?

He clearly remembered that the rope was there, but with his palms, there was nothing.

Can anyone tell me, what about the rope? Where did the life-saving rope go?

Shi Zhenqiu thought a lot, and time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment, which made him think about many things.

But he didn't give his body as fast as lightning, allowing him to avoid the balloons falling from the head.

pia…………………………………

"Brother Mingxiu, you're hurting me!!!!"

When the white and clean Shuntian man became an East African man, Shi Zhenqiu's sorrow and angry cry floated in the midsummer sky, in return for the unscrupulous laughter of his brothers.

Sure enough, people can't be proud, especially when you have a group of bad friends who are fun to harm others.

This is a profound lesson Shi Zhenqiu learned when he was carried onto ice.

It's a pity that he got it too late.
Chapter completed!