C257 If You Can't Get It Then Snatch It!

On the plains, the black-haired youth looked at the old ancestor patting his shoulder, his face stiff as he fell into silence.

The wind was blowing and the grass was flying. The wound on Roy's chest was bleeding. Roya was looking at his red mouth and thinking about a problem.

Why did you use such a cute face to say such yellow and explosive words?

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