| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Mobile mailbox&g |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:22:36) |
The young man named Heath turned pale, helplessly leaning his broom against the wall and brushing dust off his hands before walking into the house. The lyrics he hummed also changed.,“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Ezana looked back at Old Jack with a hint of surprise: "With your dreadful reputation, you're still able to recruit new people Wait, did you trick some naive young lads from the countryside again"。