"Lying trough! Mucus?!"
Yeshi clenched his carbine, looked around nervously, and a couplet with Chinese in it popped out of his mouth.
At this moment, he finally knew what the strong crisis omen was.
Jiang Xuezhou frowned.
Although she didn't want to pay attention to this guy, she couldn't help talking, driven by her curiosity.
"What is a recumbent trough?"
Night eleven was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it. He coughed and said.
"Modal particles... don't care."
Modal particle?
Jiang Xuezhou's eyebrows