Wang Huosheng was born in this small town, and he was known for his alertness and cleverness, but he single-handedly painted a tragic picture behind.

The story unfolds on a bleak and rainy night. At that time, it also happened to be the weather in mid-September. In the countryside and in the heart, no more than the capital, after dinner, the whole town has been shrouded in a bleak atmosphere. An oil lamp under the eaves of this small inn swayed on the night made of rain, and from a distance, that small piece of miserable yellow halo showed the appearance of sleepiness, and it was extinguished. In the store, the shopkeeper and Wang Huosheng cleaned up and were about to proof, when suddenly there was an urgent ...... outside the door

Chapter 837 of "The Imperial History of the Gluttonous Cat Metropolitan Inspectorate" The bleak wind and bitter rain are being hit in the hand, please wait for a while,

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