On the Edge of Pure

Especially the meteorological bureau's warning, tonight there might be a once-in-a-century torrential rainstorm. The distant horizon is shrouded in thick clouds, and faintly, scorching lightning flashes intermittently, as if tearing open a gap in the darkness. The rumble of thunder rolls ominously.,That stuff definitely kills cancer cells, but the corpse attracts flies like crazy.,The live stream playing on the phone was interrupted by a call. After answering, a familiar, boisterous voice came through: “Xiao Lu Are you still at school My goodness, there's a package for you here. Hurry over and get it, it's about to pour down rain, I have to go home quickly!”。