C1226 A Stone Statue of a Smoker

Zhang Xiaojian lit up his cigarette, looked around, and tentatively asked, "Senior, where should I place the cigarette?"

"Just light it up. What a load of sh * t." The voice sounded again, but it sounded even more impatient.

Zhang Xiaojian had never been afraid before, and this time, he was really furry. The muscles on his face unconsciously trembled