"The saint goes easy on me," and the winding man drinks all the military generals and security guards who want to go forward.
"Don’t worry, as long as this small role is quiet, I don’t have to kill them and pollute my hands." "Thank you, Saint." Dark black’s war-torn man hesitated, pointing to the supervisor in the hands of Tianxin. "Saint, don’t let the supervisor go first. If you can’t let him go for the time being, don’t […]