The young man looked at the boy who was crying in pain on the ground, and then looked at the man who was only focusing on the pen between his fingers and didn't give it to the boy at all. His face suddenly darkened, "Can I read it?"
The soldiers waiting in the row trembled in their hearts and stood up straighter. It's scary, the general's hot temper is coming back again! And the man was finally willing to glance at the innocent moaning person on the ground, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Okay, go out and turn left for five miles. There are all kinds of styles, and there are all kinds of styles, and there are men and women. Didn't you see it when the general came?"
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