Squeeze the screaming chicken in my hand, and you can inherit a planet left by your cousin's uncle's elementary school classmate who had a crush on your tablemate's great-great-great-grandfather 30 billion light-years away. Thirty-eight degrees hot summer The man in black who was still wrapped in a suit on the day said seriously. Jiang Han: I am a game planner, and you still want to deceive me with your nonsense? A minute later... Fuck, why is there no night on this planet? "Py history between a dog planner and a group of sand sculpture players"