The sound seemed to be a little trick like fighting a quail or a fighting a chicken.
Tuk, tuk, tuk. Guard Zhao knocked on the door again.
"Master Huang, guardian Zhao wants to see you!" guardian Zhao reported again.
"Oh my god... General Tie was so useless that he just finished the game..." The young man was so upset that he lost, scolding and complaining, and he said painfully, "What's the matter?" He seemed to like to stop talking.
The brand-new nanmu wood door showed a c***k, and a head squeezed out of the c***k. It was an eleven-year-old-old--a face, a big and fat head, and a face full of fat pressed together. The light was just too excited by the yelling, and now the face was flushed. Ding Ning didn't know if it was because he lost the game or he was too devoted, but from his face
