C149 Expelling Congestion

Lin Faang smiled, took one out of the matchbox and drew a line on the black paper on the side.

"Sssii …"

Sparks appeared as the flames lit up.

"It might hurt a little, but you have to endure it, even if you can't call."

Lin Faang casually threw the match and it fell onto the ground, right onto Erguotou's white wine.

The flame time and gas extended towards Ashnashabi's body