He ran all the way, and a pheasant passed by in the middle of the way. He couldn't dodge it. He was penetrated by a javelin. Then he carried it in his hand and sucked the blood dry. He didn't have time to barbecue. While running wildly, he ate a little raw meat, temporarily relieved his hunger and ran to the border in one breath.

Here, there were two border guards. When they saw that Maleman was still holding half a pheasant in his hand and still had blood on his body, they were shocked and pointed his gun at Maleman.

After hearing the intention of masturbation, I couldn't help but shake my head and said that I didn't find anyone crossing the line.
Chapter completed!