Comic Dimension: Super God Saiyan

Passers-by fan Hong Nan, you f * cking hell, your tires are all blown up. What are you doing, Hong Nan? I’m afraid you’ll be caught by the police for speeding. Don’t you know how to tell me the rustic love words, Hong Nan? You’re too sweet, I’m afraid you’ll get diabetes. You’re just a small group. Let me go. I’ll remember you. Good Hong Nan, you’re not rich. I still have 30 arrows left. Don’t think about running. I just want to be a salted fish that can make money lying down. The world is too difficult. Hong Nan, you’re not a dog. Host, you don’t want the system.