"麻鱼机..."
Reporting to Li Wenkang about the capture of Miyel, Wang Qiqi heard the shout from Master Fuli, turned around and asked curiously, "What do you need a numb fish machine for in this desert mountain? But... it seems there is one."
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Hearing this, Ansheng raised a big question mark at Wang Qiqi, couldn't help but sarcastically say, "A Zhen, are you guys for real? I just casually asked, and you actually brought a numb fish machine?"
"I just wanted to ask you to borrow an electric baton, to go teach that damn furry who's been eyeing my body a lesson!"
"........" Master Fuli's sarcasm didn't provoke any response from Wang Qiqi and Li Wenkang, but Wang Ya showed an unnatural expression and hid the alcohol-free wet wipes she just took out from her bag behind her back.
It's fine if Master Fuli uses his claws, but beating with an electric baton might be painful, and I still have classes to teach, so it wouldn't leave a good impression.
"Hng——"
