Chapter 1701: When the cold dawn of the spat arrived, it was almost a mess.

The mad woman ran all over the ceramics-covered floor. Xiao Lin and some strong men were catching the mad woman and shouting, "Don't run, don't run, big sister, can we stop tossing?"

I haven't seen such a small forest before, running around in a small room, with a little sweat on my forehead.

The cold dawn did not pass, but stood and watched a group of people "happy" running after the mad woman in front of them.

"Go away, go away." A mad woman knows a fellow who imprisons herself every day and gives herself...