Xiong Wenwen can feel the crisis. He thinks it is from the game, because his pesticide character has died.
"You rubbish, can you beat a group? Can you beat Cheng Yaojin to death? Can you beat output? What rubbish."
Xiong Wenwen was angry, and then he felt abnormal. Turning around, he found a man standing behind him, with his hands on his shoulders.
"Reclining slot, who dares to attack your father bear?"
Xiong Wenteng jumped straight up.
Yunming has a smile on his face. Xiong Wenwen wants the ghost that can predict the future.
This one