"Shut up!"

Lin Bei drank violently.

Ma San was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down.

Lin Bei grabbed the rosary, rubbing his fingers, making a clicking sound.

Broken beads spilled from between his fingers.

Lin Bei said indifferently: "......

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