C437 Untouched Memory

Looking at the drunk who was sleeping soundly on the ground, the black short man gritted his teeth. As the saying goes, a man without poison, the green knife in his hand jumped forward and fiercely slashed down. In this world, only the living have the right to speak, and killing the slovenly alcoholic in front of him now was still his own business in the future.

As if he was in a dream