"Well, what's the matter? Did you get screwed up by that little girl?"
"Not really."
Having said that, the crayfish's brow immediately frowned. "I told you to carry a weapon."
"Are you mistaken? I wasn't attacked, and the kids in college weren't armed. There were checks every morning and every night. Don't worry that he would cut off his d**k with a knife as the cowboy said. Only the car was coated with gum and painted and stuff like that." I wanted to be honest, the crayfish's expression was relaxed.
"That would be much better, but what did you do to get beaten?"
"It's nothing, you're just a child, he doesn't like me, and then I went to train him, because he beat the villagers, so he threatened me. Now I don't know what harm I will get next week, I am too tired." Then raise your hand
