Bab 857: The Power Of Expired Food

What did it feel like to be force-fed crispy noodles?

Wang Ling controlled every crispy noodle grain that ran down Li Diao's throat; he even poured in all the pepper until there wasn't even a speck of it left. For a moment, Li Diao's throat felt as dry as a desert, the moisture all taken away by the crispy noodle snack until it was so dry that he wanted to cough.

But the young devil in front of him had no intention of letting him go at all. Li Diao felt like a doll at the other party's mercy, and was unable to move at all; even his mouth and tongue were being controlled. He didn't have the least bit room to struggle.

After a whole crispy noodle snack packet was poured into Li Diao's stomach, this young devil stubbornly crumpled up the packaging and also stuffed it into Li Diao's mouth.

Finally, he jerked Li Diao's jaw up fiercely.

Crack!