The sound of spring rain falling on the soil is not beautiful, and even a little dull. The sky was thundering and lightning, and the dazzling white light shone on the earth, but it could not illuminate the emotions that should exist in the world.

In the wing room where he couldn't see his fingers, Zhao Dabao was huddled in the corner of the wall, constantly curling up his fat body. The cold wind of the night blew Zhao Dabao and made him tremble constantly, but because of the stinging pain in his thigh, his forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. Under the flicker of electric light, it is a little pleasing.

This wing room used to be the place where Zhao Baozhu used to imprison Lan Lan, and now it has also become a cell for Zhao Dabao. Even ...... in dark and damp corners

"Aladdin's Death Lamp" Chapter 150: Spring Rain is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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