A ray of Darin shines on the toilet!
The incense is thick beneath Demarco Mount!
The old man simply handled the bloodstains on the ground, holding the phone in his hand.
When he let go, only a wisp of dust remained.
Whoosh!
The old man gently blew, and the powder from the phone scattered with the wind.
"Why, after thousands of years, are you still unwilling to give up?" He picked up a broom and began to sweep the dust off the toilet path.
No one knows how long this toilet has been abandoned.
Except for the old man with the surname Luo.
He had no other hobbies, only liking to sweep toilets.
The Darin set, and Demarco Mount began to fall into darkness.
The old man carried his broom and slowly walked to the back of this toilet.
Back then, this was a top-tier latrine.
Although the materials were luxurious, it was still behind modern technology.
And those who tried to replace the Holy Lord were confined in the toilet.
For years, they lived in filth.
