Mordred opened the door skillfully. Before he could speak to Chris, he was frightened by the cannonball that burst out of the house. The dog rubbed against Chris' heavy chest muscles like a sticky spirit, as if compared to his master. I like Chris more, standing on his hind legs, holding Chris' waist with his two front paws and just can't go down. campobet After finishing speaking, he bowed to the gray-headed Málaga coach, "I'm really sorry! I am not calm enough to do things! Please forgive me, if I can do it, I will try my best to go back and do it."