At that time, she was rolling on the shallow pile of dirt, shouting God! Blood was spurting from the corners of her mouth! The blood, the tears, the dirt, smeared her face into a terrible, pathetic ghost-like face! - There was a small sharp root, pierced behind her ear, several years deep, and she felt no pain! - Alas! It's miserable, in less than half a year, she, my mother, she also left me, us, ah! Go-go! ”

Lang Zhong, who was leaning back in his chair, heard this, and he sucked the cigarette pot between the corners of his mouth; He had forgotten his pot of smoke and had been extinguished for a long time.

A "cough-uh-cough-uh-" sound......

Chapter 852 of "The Imperial History of the Gluttonous Cat Metropolitan Inspectorate" A poisonous arrow of memory is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!