"Copy scriptures? Why not copy this ruined palace!"
The crazy prince of the enemy country handed over the dagger: "A murderous and heart-breaking package, place an order now and get the throne."
Today I am kneeling down to copy scriptures, and tomorrow I am sitting down to ascend the throne. Those who have bullied her will eventually understand:
The tears of the Princess of Thorns are all herbicides on the enemy's grave.
(Hand-torn green tea/magic slap in the face/1v1 double crazy batch)
