C56 Talk to Me?

Qin Yunyi sat straight in his seat, letting the stick fall on every part of his body in an unorganized manner. Chest, back, shoulders, head. . .

All the places within the attack range were properly greeted by the baton.

However, aside from the slight pain he felt when he hit his head, the other parts of his body did not hurt or itch at all.

Comparatively speaking