Please have some. Vuong Han extended his hand, smiled and said, he has been an SR medal holder for 18 years now, 18 years has been a newcomer to the battlefield, many of whom have just grown up. Lao Tzu also went to the front lines, so at this time except for a few people who still remember who Vuong Han is, the others either died on the front lines, or earned enough money after returning to get married, this is a more convenient way for Wang Han, he hates any respect towards him, he doesn't feel he has anything respectable, so he can talk to others calmly, just by being able to feel this comfortable feeling of mutual respect. he realized what "chat" was. ,Um... I turned from a human into a rat. Vuong Han shook his head, using his inner strength to return to the crime scene, his body was still lying there, without a word of goodbye. , he is now drooling looking at his body, saliva is secreting madly, he is now a bit troubled, "I felt hungry before, it is understandable, after all at that time I was hungry. My stomach is still normal, but now my rat stomach is about to be hollowed out, and there is a big hole in my stomach, so why do I still feel hungry? Whether my body eats or not makes no difference. special right? Right? race me?"