The Black Stone Ciph

Her girlfriend carried a slightly warped frying pan to the wobbly, chipped wooden table and placed a fried egg on top of some minced meat. Then she sat down.,The rich milk flavor was intoxicating. Lin Qi was used to using hot milk to soak things, while Catherine and others were used to soaking directly in it, which felt terrible.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。