That year, Li Qianlong wore a black and white face mask, with his hands in his pockets, and he didn't know what fear was.

He walked leisurely along the riverbank.

As far as the eye can see, there are special soldiers who have fallen to the ground.

Li Qianlong stretched out his hand and counted the cannibalistic heretics one by one.

"Brain-Hurting ......"

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