The growing soil cannot resist the desire to keep growing.
In the stream of history, no one's life is just a moment.
——What would you do if I was poisoned by the poison like them?
——-I will burn you with Zhurong fire until you are burnt to a crisp, not even a single hair will be left.
--Then what.
——It was baked in the back kitchen of our restaurant.
——He Benhe, just wait.
Concept: Urban suspense with justice as the ultimate goal