C1977 The Mouth of the Vortex(1)

The squirrel hid in the messy, messy, messy roast chicken and broken bottles of wine. The irritation and anger in its heart was deeply suppressed by it.

"Weasel, you bastard. Why didn't you stay in the demon race and dream about your Spring and Autumn dream? Why did you come here? Did you f * cking kidnap a demon girl again?! How dare you touch my woman! I'm going to chop you up