The Heavenly Eye Gho

To tell you the truth, Wang Ming at this moment looked quite disheveled. He was wearing a t-shirt that was dirtier than something you'd find in a trash can – it was stained and wrinkled. Even from afar, you could smell the stench of sweat emanating from him.,Having said that, he tossed the walnut shells in his hand aside, quickly put on his clothes, and went out.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。