"Others travel through time and send them to the warehouse, and I dress up as a bandit master? And bind all things to form a golden finger?"
Lin Hu looked at the leaky village door and synthesized a can of sulfonamide powder with his backhand: "I've got the anti-inflammatory drugs... Dad, should we suppress the bandits first or join the party first?"
Five years later, the Western Route Army looked at the Shazhou brand rocket launcher and fell into deep thought: "Comrade, is this really a bandit's den?"
Lin Hu's body was shocked: "What! You don't look down on us! - Next KPI: Send some mushrooms to Foot Pot Chicken to wish you a happy life!"
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Every time it feels like life or death, it's better not to do anything.
Every time it feels like life or death, it's better not to do anything.