Tong Lin was in front of the small courtyard of his house, and he poked like a corpse until the middle of the night. From time to time, there were bursts of light singing in the small courtyard.

"Squeak ......" Listening to the bursts of singing, Tong Lin's teeth were sour, and she kept gritting her teeth.

Although he couldn't hear the essence of the song clearly, as a five-star singer, Tong Lin could already tell the tune coming out of the yard: this is definitely a good song that can be easily sung!

Tong Lin's...

Chapter 529 of "Wonderful Hands and Holy Doctors" Writing a song is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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