One night four years ago, a 17-year-old private killed a 21-year-old lieutenant.
This is a shame among the impressive achievements of Immortal Dao.
Later in the night, he always dreamed of the man who looked like a black cat, shooting at him under the moonlight. It flashed through his mind, and the corners of his cherry-red mouth were curved - Xiandao suddenly found that the corners of his mouth were a little itchy.
I got pb in the previous chapter, woo woo woo