The members of the band Riding Pig Flying are very thin, especially the drummers, who are almost as thin as bones. When they pinch their thick and thin wrists and beat the drums violently, they are really worried that their wrists will click.

"A few people are so thin, shouldn't they be called flying monkeys?" Zhou Yiyu muttered, and he turned his attention to the fresh blood on the edge of the waiting area.

"The King's Game Band...the King's Game I know?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Yuyi is no longer sleepy. A few days ago

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