Li Mo took out the Inzaghi talent card he drew and said to the dream machine: "When I use this talent, can I score a goal?"
Dream Machine nodded: "Yes, but you have to kneel down. Whether you can eat the cake or not depends on the expression of the midfielder."
Li Mo scratched his head, that's not possible, you can't wear it once just to kneel down and score a goal. He took out another talent card he drew, "What do you think of this one?"
"Di Maria? You can still stand, but you can't score too many goals."
"I just wanted to stand and score the ball, do you think?"
Dream Machine waved his hand, "It's easy to say, I'll give you a baby. I'll make sure you can stand up and score the ball after your liver comes out!"
Li Mo stepped forward and saw a black man on the talent card that the dream machine took out. He was holding fireworks in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand to take a selfie. A house was burning behind him, and his smile under the fire was warm and innocent.
"Fuck..."
This is a football story about a prostitute who goes back to the past and chooses to be the Liver Emperor.
