The Years I Played the Saint

It's really interesting. I haven't had this mudslide feeling for a long time. This kind of anti-Mother is really good.

Sofa, the first one is mine,

Pindao is trying! Here we sweep the tomb, light wax, add incense, but no movement; Pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; Digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, no temper; Set fires, burn corpses, and raise ashes , try again, setting up the table, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, no fake corpse; fa bell, wooden sword, villain, reciting the incantation, and summoning the soul again; tears, pain, wailing, beating the ground, the author is gone, and the poor man is helpless!

Author, how can you join your flock of pigeons? I really like the zombies you wrote! Hehehehe, I want to know your address, can you tell me? Hehehehehehe!!!! I… Am so annoyed!!!! I will never forget you! Author!!!

Hey, it's still not updated. It must be a eunuch.

Come on, it's beautiful. It's from a little zombie.

Shangxiang, besides, that elder brother is really persistent.