Qiu Sheng: This new kid has a poorer mouth than me.
Wencai: I don't understand everything my senior brother said, but it seems to make sense.
Uncle Jiu: Shut up and go dig holes in the back mountain.
Feng Wanli traveled to the zombie world and became the disciple of Uncle Jiu.
No system? It doesn't matter, he has a bright mouth.
It was said that there was something in the coffin, and the coffin really made a noise.
It was said that it would rain tonight, and Renjia Town's once-in-a-century heavy rainstorm arrived on time.
Taoist priest Simu came to visit and took a look at him: "This boy... Why does his face look like a weather forecast?"
