Mu Chudi sat next to the old chief, opposite Huo Miao.

Her eyes twinkled, that is, she dared not face up to Hawthorne.

When the food came up, Mu Chudi found a good way to hide it and ate it vigorously.

July and August in Rongcheng is a typhoon season, with a lot of rainstorms.

Suddenly, a lightning flashed across the horizon, followed by deafening thunder.

The light went out suddenly.

Mu Chudi's hand with sweet and sour ribs tightened slightly.

On dark nights, without lights, Mu Chudi felt his heart was pulled together and he could not breathe.

There are some bad pictures in my mind.

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