Each day and night, Qingo sat in front of the tombstones, hitting the white tombstones with his head and making them bloody, but everything was settled.
A dead person was dead.
After the pig died, it received the will of the pig. It left the inheritance and everything in the house to the pig. There was also a letter. It was no longer reserved. It was no longer self-possessed. It was no longer proud. It was just that it should have bowed its head in the past few years, repenting, repenting, and explaining to its daughter's death.
The most shocking thing was the last sentence. He knew that this set of traps was designed by Zhu Bajie and Qingo, and he knew everything. Yes, how could the world criminal police who had ears, eyes, and eyes all over the world not know?
But he still resolutely
