I'm a Buddhist foster child

How hard is the bottom. "

The black ants are still crawling out. Because of the discovery of honey, there is no need to bury the dead in the pit. The ants have already swarmed here, and the black "army" is crazily pressing down on them, approaching them little by little.

The smile on the corners of Yang Jian's lips continued to widen, his eyes gleamed with a gentle and stern light, and he said: "Jian will give you one last chance, this time count from one to three, whoever speaks first will let him go, The rest...feed the ants."

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian raised his slender white fingers and said quietly: "One..."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost all the dead men shouted in unison...

"Duke Zhao!"

"Yu Wen Zhao!"

"It's Zhao Guogong!"

Yang Jian held up his index finger, chuckled lightly, and said, "Hey, it's over if I say it earlier? If you insist on taking off your pants, it really hurts your eyes. After all, your bones are not as hard as your bones.