"Master, the man is gone." The man on the tall building watched the slender but straight figure gradually disappear into the hazy moonlight, and only when he couldn't find half a trace of it, did he reluctantly retract his gaze.

"It's not a small thing, the master actually wants to see why she doesn't appear in front of her openly, why do you need to be like this." Those who don't understand love don't know the pain of lovesickness, and they don't know people who are cocooned by love.

"It's not time yet, let's go." A few words of light and secluded, regret and sorrow.

The bead curtains collided and shook each other, making a crisp sound, and the undrunk tea was placed on the small golden silk nanmu table at this moment, and it also exuded a curling white mist......

The second volume of "General, Your Destiny is Bad" One hundred and fifty, and the killing machine is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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