"Ling Chen, you loser is not dead yet?" Zhao Lei crossed his arms and his triangular eyes were exactly like his uncle's, "My uncle said that a bastard like you shouldn't live in this world."
The other two teenagers also started cheering: "Just hand over all the herbs you picked today, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
Ling Chen tightly grasped the medicine basket in his hand, his eyes cold: "I picked this with hard work, I can't give it to you."
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined!" Zhao Lei's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he waved his hand, "Hit me!"
