快三必胜口诀

简介：Zhu Cixiang's heart was heavy. There was only one snowfall last winter, and there were only a few sporadic raindrops this spring. The drought was getting worse. When there was no food in summer and autumn, the tide of thieves would probably get bigger and bigger. Looking up at the sky, I couldn't help but sigh. God didn't care about the Ming Dynasty at all.