The two bastards with rotten hearts exchanged a smile, instantly closing the gap between them by at least twenty kilometers.
After laughing, Wang Badan immediately retracted his head and limbs into his shell, snoring with intermittent 'pfft pfft' giggles. He also casually tilted his body, not only blocking the view of Ji Xiaoge and others in the distance but also making it easier for Motan to reach 'himself' lying horizontally on Wang Ba's shell.
And Motan didn't dilly-dally; in a flash, he arrived at the blind spot in the field of vision that Wang Badan provided for him, sprang up onto the turtle shell with a silent step, twisted open the cap of the oily pen in hand with a 'bo', smiled widely at the distinct and quite handsome face that belonged to him, and slowly raised the pen, which had low lethality but high insult value, intending to draw a mini Wang Badan on the face of the Half Dragon person before him.
