The whole city of Shanjian was singing and dancing, and no one was sad for the loss of his daughter. He wonders if he should go on strike? At least this group of murderers and bystanders could not drink. Then he heard sobbing, which was the ventilation hole of the water prison. Jiu Yao. In the past, he was afraid of being accused of being a collaborator, so he never dared to say hello, but now he doesn't care.
"As profound as you are, are you addicted to the past and unable to extricate yourself?"
"Hide it in the center, how can you forget it." Jiu Yao replied. The wine collector felt better knowing that someone was suffering like him, so he poured two barrels of "intestinal wine" into the vent, hoping that she would be happy.
Conception:
Come on, I will always support you
Hey, I should write 70 chapters