Naming of night

on the outside of his body, a black prison jacket wrapped him tightly, and the dust seemed to be wrapped in the wings of a giant bat, unable to move his arms.,in addition, the hair on Qingchen's head has not been shaved off. If God Daiyunhe is present, I am afraid he will not be able to keep his hair.,Qingchen suddenly stood at attention and clenched his right hand on his chest. That was the etiquette of the divine consortium: "for the glory of the family!"。