Well, you are the king and it is normal for me to listen to you.
You have a bad face all day long.
Forget it, you look good even if you have a bad face.
You like to play dirty tricks on me.
Forget it, the person who becomes the king has his own scheming.
But. . . . . . Why did Mr. Mao let me secretly feel sorry for myself when I was an angel with broken wings in my previous life? ?
You bastard, I am the one who attacks! ! ! !