Liu Wu Xie was awakened by the pain. Several pieces of broken wood were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. I hope readers remember our domain name at this point,The weak meridians, like greedy gluttonous insects, frantically devour the liquid. The silt within slowly dissolves, and a feeling of comfort spreads throughout the body.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。