Chapter Twenty-Seven: Their Burdens

"What a beautiful view!"

Feeling the warmth of the rising sun, Zhou Daguan was sitting on the roof of the temporary base apartment and his good friend Nicholas admiring the sunrise of the squatting squatting, as well as the whimpering that slowly rose near and the fire that had not been completely extinguished in the distance!

Lun Squat, a global metropolis that combines classical and modern, because of the wonderful performance carefully planned and implemented by Zhou Daguan last night, the whole city boiled after dawn......

"After conversion, the master used about 15 tons of gasoline in the Imperial Museum, plus other combustibles and the complex rescue environment on the scene, I believe they will have to toss this fire for a while."

"For the small part of the responsibility for the death of Sharan, the British government should bear a small part of the responsibility, and this punishment is reluctantly accepted. As for the Lord's Dark Council, the next time you come to Europa will be the time for you to see God as a whole! ”