"This termite really has a big life, he wasn't even killed like that. God is really blind!",A torrent of mockery, like a tidal wave, crashed down upon Li Wu Xie.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。