Meng Hao didn’t respond. The meat jelly hadn’t stopped talking at all. It seemed it could speak on a single subject for an entire day. It would be one thing if it didn’t repeat itself, but it did, and never seemed to get bored, either.
“What would happen if you hit a little kid….?”
“It’s also bad for the grass and plants….”
“The little fish and other creatures are all innocent….”