The two watches were sent, and the octopus's mood at this time was just like two ancient poems-

The monthly pass is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud to protect chrysanthemums

Fight to this point, I don't want to say anything, the octopus does his best, and the rest of the things are handed over to the group of flower messengers of Zhujun! If you don't give your strength, the octopus Ming'er can only cry and play and sing chrysanthemums...... R1152