The wind is miserable, the people are miserable, and the glass eyes are blurred. Lying in front of the tall stilt cluster, a white tree in the green smoke wave, it was originally a fairy nest.

…… Actually, I'm just passing by a small dick in the birch temple, the aunt who sells incense and sugar cane in front of the temple, please don't sell me high incense anymore, I really don't believe in God, I believe in Brother Chun.

(Auntie: You're a poor bastard.) Me: Pawn. ）

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