What's wrong with the eighth's hand?

Jiang Yanzhi was thinking when the door suddenly opened.

An old man in clothes opened the door. When he saw the coroner, he was stunned for a moment and his expression calmed down again, "You are here, come in first to have a drink of water."

Jiang Yanzhi shook his head, "If you don't go in, go to Dong Ge's house."

The painter helped the fire. He only wanted to become famous. After hearing these things, he also drew a picture of a small flower welcoming guest in the alley..."

"How can human hearts be so bad? They are eating steamed buns with human blood! And the old carpenter is shameless when he pulls and pulls the little flower; the young butt sells his butt is cold-blooded and heart-wrenching; and the promoter named Xiao is unkind as an official!"

"How can Xiaohua die in vain if she is alone? With such an official, what hope does our Daliao have? It would be better to die early!"

The old man said, squatting on the ground, covering his face and crying. The eight beside him had red eyes and used his strengthless hand to hit the old man's back, "Are you stupid? If you kill so many people, what should you do if you call Brother Dong! Xiaohua, Xiaohua, this is all fate..."

"I don't blame you, I blame me. I blame me for not raising her as a kid, I blame me for spending money, regardless of her, if I make this child wronged, I blame me if I don't blame you!"
Chapter completed!