Master, your toothworm baby is having a tantrum again.
I am a toothworm baby.
At this moment, I was hiding in the gap between a man's back molars and heard him say in a freezing voice: "Little thing, I'll give you one million and come out on your own."
Crazy, do I have a bank card?
Besides, if I hadn't gone out on my own and couldn't find anything to eat, why would I have stayed in the gap between your pitted teeth?
Eating that damn black truffle foie gras every day is so salty that it makes me dehydrated, and the oil makes me slippery.
It's better now. Want to spend one million to send me away?
I got angry and stuck it on the plaque and wouldn't move.
Suddenly, I felt the man outside tighten his body, as if he was gritting his teeth.
Immediately afterwards, there was a violent bite.
Look! What a mouthful of little yellow teeth!
As soon as I exert myself, I become violent, forget my feelings, and lose my life!
