Do we meet again? Or part ways?

first stick, becoming legs.This is simply the level of a kindergarten child's craft work.If he wasn't eavesdropping, my brother would have definitely started complaining. He pointed at the little scar...inching my cheeks and shaking his head softly, “Little Yin Luo, in this world, even if there are methods to separate oneself from war, famine, plague, and natural disasters, it cannot change the cycle...