Prohibition

Trying to find the exact location of the venison slaughterhouse from the many forest parks near San Francisco is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The elves expressed their own opinions, but their opinions were even more unreliable and completely taken for granted.

"Meow meow meow! The Larson Volcano Park sounds suspicious. " Snowy Lionet licked its lips in a serious manner."I guess there will be a lot of ladies in bikinis basking in the sun by the hot spring ... Maybe they will untie their upper bodies and lie down to let me help them apply sunblock!"

Zhang Zian tried to think about the scene that snowy Lionet had described, and he couldn't help but be fascinated. However, he immediately noticed that there was a problem with snowy Lionet's vision, which was staring at his crotch.

"What are you looking at?" He warily took two steps back.