Poverty Limited My Imagination

Lawyer An felt that he was like the head of the Imperial Household. When the Emperor hugged his beloved concubines to sleep, he had to take a sign next to him to record a certain year, month, and day,

did he ejaculate?

When the concubines were pregnant, he would take it out and compare it to confirm if it was indeed a dragon.

He sat in the car for four to five hours.

When the old Daoist woke up and opened the door of the bookstore, Lawyer An's face darkened. He brought Yueya and Zheng Qiang into the bookstore.

It was not that he did not want to rest. Although meditation was not as comfortable as sleeping directly, it was still an alternative way to rest. It was just that these two babies still needed someone to look after them.

Throughout the entire bookstore, even though these two ghosts were already injured, there were only two and a half people who had the ability to look after them.

One was himself,

the other was Zhou Ze,