Creating such an evil creature as Lin Li, Bai Bufan felt that God must be the Evil God.
Looked at Ding Zhen, feeling like Jesus needed a thimble for support.
"You bastard, Lin Li, when it comes to not being human, the only ones who could rival you in this world are Xi'Er and his West Sea group."
Bai Bufan imagined the process of skinning, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.
"Xi'Er? Not enough." Lin Li heard this, his expression disdainful, waved his forefinger back and forth: "Bufan, what you said is definitely wrong. You need to know a piece of knowledge, a random soldier from France is four times more brutal than Xi'Er's mindless men."
"Oh? How so?" Bai Bufan was eager to know.
"Xi'Er's salute is a 45-degree raise with one hand, while the French military salute is a 90-degree raise with two hands. Isn't this a simple math problem? Four spicy crakes can't compare to one Frenchman, it's obvious."
Lin Li shrugged.
