C405 A Black Watermelon(3)

The enthusiasm that Oil Refined Mouse showed was very fiery. He was about to pull Wang Goudan's hand and rush to the small courtyard in the north of the city. The Seventh Uncle Wang, who was smoking a pipe, put out the fire. He knocked on the protruding stone in the corner of the wall and knocked out the remnants of the tobacco in the pipe.

"Young man from my hometown