In the dim moonlight, a group of people stood at the door of the public toilet with kerosene lamps in their hands, looking intently at the bangs all over their bodies.

At this moment, the bangs are completely in social death mode.

I really want to faint and avoid this crisis.

However, the public toilet is full of filth, and it is really not a wise choice to stand and faint.

But the bangs are in the middle of the thought?

That's not right! I'm a poop in my body, and I'm afraid of a yarn?

"Courtyard: I am lawless, and I am not convinced! 》080: Silly Pillar: Thank you for the gift from heaven! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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