"Hello, one corner."

Xie Yitian stood next to the soft collapse of the evil wolf, kicked a soft wooden leg, and smiled a little unabashedly weird. He asked, "would you like to go and have a look with me, take a picture of them, say hello and contact feelings?"

"me? I don't have to! "

the evil wolf once again took out a jar of liquor and breathed it out. He had no energy at all. He shook his head lazily and said, "I don't have such a bad hobby. I don't have any fur on the old man. What's good-looking! I'm not interested. Go on your own. I love...