The first one slipped away.
"I can't read many characters, so I can't help."
Wang Meng rarely felt embarrassed, also rubbed his nose, applied the oil to the bottom of his feet, and slipped away.
"I'll go chop wood to prepare for cooking."
Lin Jinlong stood up with righteousness and walked out with big strides.
"We'll help you."
When Lin Jinpeng and Feng Yi saw it was not good, only two of them were left, they also ran away quickly.
"I'm still young, the characters I write are too childish, not suitable for writing denunciations."
Lin Yixuan did not leave, shrugged his shoulders, revealing a pure and innocent smile.
"Ah woo."
Baoya shrank at his feet, and also seriously stretched out its claws to show that it could not write.
Mo Canglan had a headache, rubbing his eyebrows and feeling speechless.
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