The Heavenly Eye Gho

Of course, this was just a small song Wang Ming sang on his way home from work. Wang Ming didn't take it seriously and continued walking through the still-hot evening sun towards a famous slum in Xi District of City A.,At this time, Wang Ming's handful of walnuts had nothing but their shells. Even a bad walnut shouldn't be completely empty.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.。