C1109 Thirteen security smoke bags

Zhao Yiming casually walked in front of the old man and sat on the small stool in front of the vendor.

The soup bubbled, but there was a head inside the pot. He was very familiar with this head, it was the long spear, Little Yang.

Zhao Yiming sighed lightly and said: "Why are all heroes so heroic? I already crippled my arm, so I can't leave a way to live