The Astarte of the B

The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,But just as the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lane's leg.,Killing a living human to cover one's tracks is not something worth hesitating over.。