C416 Routine

As she spoke, Chi Ziyu drew a small circle.

It represented her little ambition.

Small, but satisfied.

"..."

The next morning, Qi Xingyun went to put the donkey, came back to dissect the field chicken.

Skin, viscera …

The scene was bloody.

Little Wang was squatting on the side and watching with interest, his tail swaying left and right, his eyes staring straight ahead