Lao Wang: "What, can I take a day off to take a poop?"

For employees’ sincere and reasonable demands, the capitalist’s gift is a series of sixteen high-frequency shots of Isolaye’s Burning. Not to mention shit, the soul is hanging around and evaporates before Lao Wang waits for it.

It can be said to be heartwarming and ironing.

Li LaiSi looked at Lao Wang with a condescending look, and in the end she did not forget to look around this unfortunate illusion to pay her last respects: "Yes, this place is really hopeless now..."

Purely speaking from experience.

Isn't it well known that the eldest brother and the second child killed the third child in a fight? Anyway, Da Leizi didn't believe that this unlucky place could survive by chance.

Caught between Li Cang and the Zerg clan, no matter how hard he tries, he will end up with a grand burial at best. Even if you take a step back, you see, the current situation is like this. The bugs are predatory, and Li Cang is predatory.

Even the aboriginals themselves are trying their best to squeeze out their own illusions. It is clear that the overall situation has been determined and the roles are in place. No matter how you think about it, the party that provides the venue in this war can only exist as a victim. Li Laixi feels that she is ahead of schedule.

There's nothing wrong with a moment of silence, but I don't know if Li Cang will feel sorry for his Thunder Tree and habitually blame himself and Lao Wang...

Eh?

By the way, has he sown the seeds?

Lao Wang sent a congratulatory message with a stern look on his face: "It's been planted, it's been planted!"

It took a lot of effort for Li Laixi to successfully understand the meaning of this look, but she thought to herself, "I shouldn't have done it. With Li Cang's peeing ability, I shouldn't have made such a stupid mistake. Did I overlook some inexplicable details?"
Chapter completed!