“Boatman, this boat is not the same. Take some effort when driving.”
The boatman gave Liu Yi a puzzled look and didn’t understand. Although he nodded, he still pushed the penny in his hand into the river as usual.
When Zhu Geliang heard Liu Yi’s words, his face had changed a little bit, and he was still preparing for the future. The boat had spun out like an arrow from the string. When the tea stopped after he had reached the heart of the river, Zhuge Liang had no face. Knelt on the bed board, vomited while holding the boat board, and the boatman was not much better.
Above the river bank, Liu Yi raised her hand awkwardly in the weird eyes of everyone, perfecting a small boat, riding the wind and waves +42
Is this a bit too fast?
This is a story of the system of imagining the craftsman god to go to the troubled times