"Lao San can't do anything, not ruthless enough!"

"Boss, I think I'd better let me go. I'm going to have to clean up Tuweina bastard like this, let alone send someone to assassinate my precious niece..." The more angry Ouyang was, the more anxious he was to slaughter the butcher himself.

"Uncle, that's all right. If you do that again, I won't pay any attention to you."

Poetry says with a bright red and sexy cherry mouth.

Ouyang-lie heard the poetry saying this and immediately said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,...