Ten years ago, Yang Zhuofeng was already on his way to join the army when he traveled to Qingman Courtyard. Relying on the skills of a great master of Chinese martial arts, he became the commander of a sharp knife company in the jungle in the south. I just retired from the battlefield today and returned home. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old sister held the rice bowl and timidly shouted: "Brother, the food is ready." He stared at that face - no matter how he looked, it looked like the big star in his previous life.
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A bit messy, not very pretty
The messy names don't all match up
It's written in a messy way and I can't understand it.
A bit messy, not very pretty
The messy names don't all match up
It's written in a messy way and I can't understand it.