"Ahem... Vomit..."
Lin Zhao felt like he was about to die.
The putrid juice had a particularly pungent smell, like a pair of invisible hands squeezing his throat.
He kept coughing, trying to get the disgusting smell out of his lungs, but every time he took a breath, he would inhale more of the poisonous gas.
This is not just an ordinary stink, it is as tormenting as a biological and chemical weapon!
"Augustin, you bad guy!" Lin Zhao cursed fiercely in his heart.
Then does he dare to resist?
