| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Mobile mailbox&g |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:22:36) |
“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,"Quite rhythmic... Where did you come up with so much nonsense",Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.。