Over there, Jiang Dashan was holding a steel knife covered with silver powder and touching it with his hand.

Snow lay seamless on the chair, looking out at the window and wondering what was going on in his mind.

Chen Qiaozhi on this side is self-restrained and never talks, and keeps his eyes closed slightly.

Time passed by, and they were waiting, waiting for Miss Mary to come, and then they started.

In the dull atmosphere, suddenly Chen Qiaozhi opened his eyes, looked at all the brothers there, and then said slightly, "What about this trip? I don't need to say much about the danger. Here, I just want to...