Migrating Warbler

"What bad things have I not done in these years? My lucky master, the old man in front of the queen, asked me to catch the spit from his mouth." Zhang Xuanze described to her in a soft voice, like a snake spitting red letters. Pei Shu's nails scratched his arm. "Do you know how he died?" "Choose a few mice to keep them in the cage, and feed them every day. When they are needed, they will starve for a few days. Let the lucky person lie down and tie them to a chair, with the cage tied to his chest... This mouse will dig down, gnaw on the bones of the chest, and dig into the flesh... Think about that sound, my dear, it can scream for a long time, it is really comfortable." Zhang Xuanze let go of his hand, slowly straightened his messed up sleeves, and applied medicine to the wound. Pei Shu shivered in the corner. She was scared. She was scared. Zhang Xuanze was not a normal person at all! Intention: You are strong, you are strong, and you are the king until you laugh in the end