"What's your name, young man?" The neurotic turned around and asked grimly. He was still wearing a cloak of hair, and even when he turned around, Zhang Feng could clearly smell the smell of rot emanating from him. It's a stench that only after I haven't taken a shower for at least ten years. "My name is Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng looked at this neuropathy and frowned...

Chapter 48 of "The Strongest Slap in the Face in the City": A chance encounter is in the middle of a hand-hit, please wait for a while,

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