The flames dissipated, and the house made of high-purity gold was not damaged too much.
But the floor, wall, and ceiling were full of charred marks.
In the center of the field, Obi fell to the ground.
His skin was burned black all over. He faltered and said vague words.
Obi stared at Andrew, gritting his broken teeth.
If eyes could kill, then Andrew must have been eaten alive by now.
"I... I'm going to kill you... You... Rubbish... How dare you..."
Bang! As soon as he struggled to stand up, he fell again.
Obi hate Andrew.
For him, the eyes of the students in class D of grade two were like a sharp knife, cutting his fragile self-esteem hard.
'I'm a senior official, but I was beaten badly by the rubbish in front of them.'
'Don't look at me...'
'Don't look at me, you rubbish!'
When heavenly destiny penetrating skill was lifted, Andrew had walked up to him.
He turned his head with difficulty and saw Andrew looking down at him.
"Who allows you rubbish to look down upon me?"