快乐八死规律口诀1

简介：While Zhu Cixiang was watching with his telescope, the turtle dove gun in Wei Chuang's hand rang out again, shooting at the foot of his horse a bandit leader who was shouting commands but lacked the protection of his own soldiers at about 130 steps. But this time, it was a pity. The little boss fell off his horse, but quickly jumped up again, seemingly uninjured.