Chapter 56 Despair?

The darker the night in the city of the sky, the brighter the lights, the more the desires of millions of people are illuminated at a glance.

Sing as you sing, dance as you dance.

In a remote tavern, the candles flickered on and off, reflecting a few figures who used alcohol to drown their sorrows.

Among them, the brown-eyed man with unshaven beard and oil stains sticks to it, chewing the mutton in his mouth, and whispering:

"Everyone said, what should we do now?"

Everyone tore the bones of the sheep, their faces were depressed

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