C1281 Waste House

I glanced at what he had written and glanced at him. "I'm not a doctor."

The look in the Kowtow Worm's eyes became anxious. He actually ignored the wound on his foot, flipped over and kneeled on the ground. Before he could kowtow to the floor, he was stuck on the back of the chair in front of him and stuck in the backseat.

His bones are large and his shoulders are wider than normal. This time