"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
Suddenly.
A guy with red and green face paint, shaking his head, hair in all colors like a flamboyant character laughing hysterically rushed through the crowd:
"Hahaha! It's so hilarious! All warmongers can go to hell! Hahahahahaha!"
This was probably a fifty-year-old young man.
Really have no idea what made him so happy...
The most unbearable thing was that his colorful head seemed to be dyed with chalk dust!
Therefore, wherever he passed was like a swarm of moths, with all sorts of colors of chalk dust filling the air and irritating the eyes and nose.
"Cough cough! Cough cough... cough cough!"
Lin Xian's throat, already uncomfortable from inflammation, felt like sandpaper friction, and now it was so irritated by the colorful chalk dust, the coughing was unprecedentedly severe, his throat really felt like it was on fire.
"Ah..."
He slowly and cautiously exhaled, afraid of letting even a wisp of air stream harm his throat again.
