部落冲突攻城机器怎么装兵

In Yanjing, in a luxurious villa, a middle-aged woman in her forties slammed the phone on the table, with a deep look of anger on her wrinkled face: Damn, damn little brute! Ji Shaolei, Ji Shaoyun, good, so good! Ji family, you owe me another debt, and I will fight you to the death!...