Black clothes and black trousers are carrying black suitcases. In the eyes of the mountains, this black man is a complete villain. Maybe what he has in his black bag is a gun or something, a killer sent by the enemy. He looked back at Qiao Yingzhe, who was drinking alone. If he knew anyone, he would come out and say hello to him. He looked indifferent. That was to say, it was not polite to know him.

"There's no name here, boy. When you can go out straight, take something with you and wait for Lao Tzu to come out. You don't even have a chance to lie down."...