Tomb Robber: I Offer a Reward of Five Yuan to Buy a Yin Dog

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month shaved my face like flesh, and Zhaojiazhen gathered around the list I posted to talk about Wang Laosi being bombarded. In the evening, the old man came to the door with his thin dog, and the black donkey's hooves were shoveled all over the ground. System prompts: Let's fight tonight. I put on the dog leash first.