"Damn, Nan Jujun is too freaking fierce," Lin Tian, watching Nan Jujun eat the bottles along with their contents, was utterly shocked. "I didn't specifically say I wanted your Blood Angel, what's the rush man?
What's even wilder, Nan Jujun grabbed three more bottles and stuffed them into his mouth, his zombie teeth clashing loudly, biting through the bottles with a grating "crunch."
No idea what those bottles were made of—they're damn sturdy. Even Nan Jujun, using his zombie teeth, had to bite a few times to completely break them before he swallowed them whole, bottles and all.
Gui Tian Guang did exactly the same, gobbling down the bottles together with their contents. Both of them moved quickly, as if they were afraid someone else might steal them.
"Dammit, if you eat like that and the bottle doesn't digest, won't it tear up your ass when you crap? This is a genuine case of self-inflicted pain!" The thought alone made Lin Tian clench.