chapter 962 All the boiling sheep have to light up their cigarettes

The cave, very narrow. Lewis moved in and out of it, as if he had contracted some serious disease. Three young cultivators passed by, glancing sideways frequently, casting strange looks. One of the girls, with a delicate appearance, couldn't help but speak up, "He looks like a bumpkin dog who has never seen the world." "Ha ha, exactly." Among the two male companions, one agreed. The other, a simple and honest young man, frowned slightly, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to talk about others...