The worker carefully untied the stone, did not dare to have a trace of slackness, time passed slowly, when a piece of white wool fell to the ground, the worker finally stopped the movement in his hand, turned off the machine and wiped the sweat and said: "Boss, okay." Xiao Jian naturally didn't care about the white wool on the ground, but picked up a pot of water and poured it on the rest of the wool, but it was still a white flower. ...

"God-level Old Driver" Chapter Seventy-Six Don't listen to the old man's words and suffer a loss in front of you is hitting your hand, please wait a while,

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