Even after many years, Ye Cheng still remembers that the black-backed fleshy man looked like he swallowed several dead flies when he saw that he could easily throw down the two waste firewood. At that time, he must have felt that Yecheng, with yellow skin, must be a sick man in East Asia, more waste wood than waste wood.

"Why, it's too hard to tease good women at half a barrel level." After a long time, Ye Chengcai knew they didn't understand, so when he had a good idea, he erected a big middle finger to them and put on an airy voice, FUCK!

"FUCK?" Obviously, he could not understand,...