Half of the tongue falls to the ground, like a snake that has not yet died, and keeps moving there.

The man in black cried bitterly, then looked at me incredibly and said, "It's you. When did you come here?"

"Well, it's good to have broken most of your tongue and speak so neatly. You really have it." I looked at the man in black and said.

"Hum, what's better is still ahead!" The man in Black said coldly.

Then he took advantage of my preparedness to spit out a black fog, which covered the billiard hall directly.

This little trick also dares to show off in front of me,...