The drizzle, rustling underground, like transparent silver needles, fell into the small puddle of rain and disappeared in an instant.

With the sound of rain ticking, and the noise in the yard.

"I see which of you dares! You want to dig up my land unless you cross over me! ”

An elderly grandmother held a big umbrella in front of the gate, she was stubborn and determined, and she didn't let these things die......

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