First Era, Dragon Lo

Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,Lingling tilted her little head to look at him. After a few seconds, she kissed his face forcefully and giggled, "Then daddy is the good child, you know!",In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。