"Hi! Tribal... brother, this... life in this wasteland is too... too difficult!..."

As the night darkened, everyone drank too much wine and became a little dazed. The crippled Zu Shazi drank with his head sullen, but was the first to lie on the ground, roasting the firepit, and fell asleep soundly. And seeing the stammering appearance of the woodpecker Epe, it seems that he is not far from being drunk.

"Isn't it! Thinking about it now, I don't know how I lived for twenty years. The tribe is like a wolf

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