The Journey of an Ou

The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,“Ten boxes With our store's traffic, do you want to sell until 2009, old man This is a 1982 Dadamir, and this is a 1999 Silu. You're being arrogant!”,Jack's Old Man wiped the wine stain from his lips: "I just don't get you. Is it so thrilling to practice in the deep mountains and old forests If it were me, I'd suffocate from boredom in a day."。