Vol 2 Chapter 161 what to drink

Snapped!

The whip hit the flesh, accompanied by the dry black hair flying, and the foreman Markas’s curse.

“Damn bastard, didn’t eat? Move it quickly for grandpa.”

The black bull head who was carrying the stone swayed and fell to the ground. The stone on his shoulder hit the ground, stirring up dust and gravel.

“Pretend to be dead, right? Get up for me.”

Markas slapped the tauren lying on the ground with all his strength, and there was a crackling sound for a while, and the cow’s hair flew away.

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