When the three of them walked back to the small restaurant, the outside of the restaurant was already filled with a layer of porridge fragrance. Yang Yaozong moved a recliner and sat in front of the restaurant, his hands on his legs, his body half-lying on the rattan chair, his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had fallen asleep.

If you want to say that the vitality of the plant is the most tenacious, there is no dog tail grass that can be seen everywhere, and it exists in all seasons, at this time, there is a dog tail grass that has survived the severe cold, but it died tragically, and it was coerced, swaying its tail, to provoke another man who seemed to be stronger.

"Ahh

A sneeze, the man who had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes with a blank face......

Chapter 167 of "Mulberries Falling in Front of the Door" Mr. is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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