Arch Heretic

Artest: "Hillbilly, can a hillbilly be a savior?" Zuo Lun: "No. People just need a voice telling them to do this to survive." Artest: "You are a liar, but it doesn't matter. Master Artest only needs to fight." Zuo Lun smiled, "My friend, if we can survive this time, I will give you a pond of engine oil. You can jump in and swim hundreds of times every day." Finally, his eyes fell on the stacked black lines in the distance, "As for now, let the fire burn brighter, the guests can't wait." ------------------------------------------------