C249 corpse tide

I didn't know how to describe the Zhao Qi Jiu in front of me. My hair was messy and I didn't know how long it had been since I had washed it. The clothes on my body were similar to the flowery underpants on a little thing, giving me a feeling as if it was about to be washed to the point of collapse. The shoes on his feet were not rotten, but rotten. His two thumbs were exposed