Chapter 1145 Tell the General a Story!

she often climbed on was covered in spilled rice, soy sauce, and grime.The wildflowers dug for her by her brothers from the mountain, were crushed into fine pieces.The sun-dried bedding was tossed on... eighteen years, and you just leave when you say so Your old mother is all alone now, with no one to rely on. I really want to go complain to the King of Hell!”"It's a pity that the rain didn't come...