"It's white, I've said it many times. Don't rely on your good water quality. I'll tell you to be careful when fishing." The woman's hand gradually exerted force, as if she was venting.

After exerting force, he lost his spirit and said, "If I had known, I would have to do some work and sew it earlier."

For the huge Qinglongchuan area, only a small fisherman died.

But for a family, the one who dies is the husband, the father, and the pillar of the family.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" The knock on the door sounded.

The little boy playing with the wooden sword trotted to open the door.

He is a little black, has a big head, and has a lot of moles on his face, so he is not good-looking.

This child, dubbed Wang Mazi, is still young and doesn't know much about death. He even thinks that his father doesn't keep his word.

The little boy pushed open the wooden door and looked out with a treacherous head and a treacherous head.

There is no one outside the house.

A bright red and sweet candied haw was inserted on the ground.
Chapter completed!