He did not exaggerate and asked others to repeat it again.

He put a series of many things in between.

After passing those seemingly unreasonable things in my mind.

Many things can make sense.

And Marcus talked endlessly about the experience of that journey.

It tells how Wang Yu took them straight to Asia's lungs.

By the way, there is also that bad poem.

Marcus was in a hurry and pronounced it in broken Chinese, "The sky is long, the night is wool, the wind spits on the grass and the dad appears in the cowherd."

The wind was a little cold, and Li Yuanqiu's eyes were a little dry.

The true portrayal of his heart should be...

Lying on the ground, rolling around, grass, lying on grass, disgusting...

You are so disgusting...
Chapter completed!