"Back then, when the horses came with bright clothes and anger, I wonder how many guests there were in the capital?" - Bian Heyu
stacking vests
The first level: The smooth-tongued son of a family x the innocent and poisonous boy
The second level: a handicapped and useless cooking woman
Third floor: Monk? Taoist priest?
Enter the game with your own body and play against the sky.
I will die without any regrets!
Intention: "Dear dear, mountains and rivers always meet, we are destined to be a match."