Before my grandma passed away, she passed down the church to me, an urban social worker.
The title of "Grand Leader" made me confused, and all the immortals in the hall had different eyes.
Huang Xian narrowed his eyes and sneered: "The thin skin and tender meat are enough to fit between the teeth?"
The Chang Family Snake Fairy hissed and spat out a message: "His bloodline smells wrong..."
Grandma Hu Santa sighed: "Sister, do you want your baby to shoulder the debt you owe?"
The Gray Fairy was even more outrageous and took my cell phone away: "Pay the phone bill first, and then we'll talk about opening the forum!"
I held the shaman drum given to me by my grandma, and my palms were all sweaty.
Who can afford to serve these ancestors?
To make matters worse, there was only three and a half yuan left in the hall's account.
Gray Fairy said quietly: "Boy, if you want to survive, you must first make money."
Worth having Very well written