It's a drift of spectators with itchy hands, throwing stones on the riverbank, competitors squinting and paddling into the distance. The competition of the four countries is such a rally, the addition of the shrimp clan has made the battlefield of Nie Du much more lively, the priest is sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the sunset, at this moment, he has aged a lot.

How long do shrimp people live?

No one knows, their birth, old age, sickness and death have never been mastered by themselves, therefore, this group has never grown up, they will always be children, constantly transported on a conveyor belt, even if they are nobles, they will be secretly tricked by the crab clan, this is a curse, and it is also their destiny:

Capitulation faction.

yes;

Just grow old, be lonely, and never wake up again.

Milk Bread walked on the streets of the capital of the White Kingdom, he looked shrunken, embarrassed like a beggar from another world, patient, he studied the precepts in the books here, one by one, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, he lived according to the rules into a posture, this new appearance, no one recognized.

Sing your praises.

There is no direction written on the street sign, only all kinds of regretful sentences, Bai Guo lives in the afterglow, carried away by the great glory of the past, and is displaced in the new era, stupidly saying some unknown words, it still has not woken up, unwilling to admit that its seat has been carved up.

Time, radio, the boy grows cute in the morning sun, milk and bread have his own feelings, this unspeakable he held back all the way, but he didn't say it until he died.

What will the history books write about me in the future?

Perhaps, I have never shown any difference, but I am just a dead fish that has been slapped to the sky on the tide of the times, what is there to write alone?

What's more, the nobles who have the right to speak, how can they be willing to admit that the lower ninth class has the same soul as them, and even more noble ideals than them.

Milk Bread coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face became more and more pale, in the streets of the capital of the White Kingdom, he, a stranger, still did not find his place after all, was taken away by the cold winter day, and when he moaned without disease, he did not even have a companion to listen to his chatter.

Tonya?

Where did that dragon go?

I don't know.

He didn't keep himself, and even lost his memory.

I really hope that one day, I can grow old and become a ticket to the old era, with a shock through time, to inherit a spirit that is decayed but still vibrant.

"1.6 Whole hundred. out of the shouting me. Gap 2000."

"Dead profiteers."

"It's shameless, 1.4 is distracted, 1.6 is fucking out, white wolf with empty gloves, right?"

"The trading environment is ruined by these four spearheads!"

"It's shameless, big capital doesn't do personnel all day long!"

"Out? Junior hair? Boycott! Boycott! ”

The profiteer watched a group of people scolding him on his face, chatting privately behind his back to please him, and he was also very two-faced interaction.

Buyers and sellers rely on each other and play games, and the reason why there is such a currency transaction is because the current financial system is unstable, who knows whether the currency denomination in their hands will collapse?

In the current troubled times, the coins issued by the new king may not have circulation value, since everyone is here to gather wool, there is no need to conflict with the traders, otherwise the currency can only circulate in formal channels, and there will be no interests at all.