C177 Small Gouge and Small Water Grass

Looking at these small records of his son's daily life, Shui Se's heart felt warm. He couldn't help but quickly flip through the pages. There were still two more.

One was a photo of eight aquatic plants shooting machine guns at Lou Cheng through the window, all kinds of aiming and concentrating. Quan San wrote, "The buildings across the street have beaten them to death countless times