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Watching the kid grasping at his own neck, his face turning beet red, Scholar Lv was utterly baffled. Wasn't this boy supposed to be showing off his Divine Skills?
What's with this ghastly appearance? Could it be that this was the Divine Skill he intended to display? Anyone could do this.
"Crack~ Gag~!!" After a bout of violent retching with his back arched, the dog-toting boy finally spit out a short needle wrapped in white silk and it fell to the ground.
"My goodness, I almost kicked the bucket here," the boy said with a fearful look in his eyes as he observed the needle with the white silk on the ground.
He had a momentary lapse of reason, planning to inhale first then blow it out, but ended up drawing the object into his own throat instead.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to remember something. He sprang up from the ground, alarmed, and gaped at Scholar Lv. "Quick, quick, quick! Check my mouth, see if there's anything wrong!"