Leaving Gwen Gong’s room, Samuel Song felt a lot at ease. He has accepted everything in the last days. In the face of suffering, hunger and death can face it calmly. When he sees such a luxurious residence, the ghost makes him worse. He thinks of two poems – Zhumen wine smells bad, and the road has frozen bones.
“Mom, I don’t know what Gwen Gong thinks all day long in his mind!” His face was black and black, and he cursed.
“Song Brother, what’s wrong? Where does Gwen Gong get you?” Gilbert Gong pulled his palm and asked him.
“Liam Li, do you think Gwen Gong’s room is beautiful? Do you want it?” Samuel Song felt that this was a great opportunity to educate the youngsters. After a little indulging, he whispered.
“I don’t like it.” Gilbert Gong shook his head without thinking, and firmly said, “If you care too much about material enjoyment, people will sink into it and become unsuccessful. They will kill themselves sooner or later. Now it is the end of the world, the crisis, our The first priority is to become stronger, so that you can protect yourself and protect the people around you. Brother Song, don’t envy her, and when I improve my strength, I can help you with whatever you want.”
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