| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Mobile mailbox&g |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:22:36) |
“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Izana instinctively gathered her ki in her eyes, focusing on Heather who was arguing with Old Jack while picking up scattered merchandise by the shelves.,Izunagabe's cold sweat finally trickled down his forehead.。