Heavenly Tang Brocad

A scantily clad young boy sat on the roof, holding a flask of liquor in his hand and taking sips from time to time, sighing heavily.,After much deliberation, Fang Jun actually discovered that there were dead ends in all directions. No matter which way he went, it was a losing game.,He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision blurring. His heart screamed silently: God, can I die again。