The sky suddenly darkened, and the bone-chilling cold wind kept blowing, as if it was going to snow......

Zhao Dabao in the wing room was still dozing, and his fat face was shaking with a snoring sound. Lan Lan was lying by the window looking at the bald man and smirking. Lan Lan's hand kept on the outside of the window, and he didn't withdraw it from beginning to end. The slender fingers are as stiff and dry as the branches of an old tree.

The bars of iron bars can stop the free soul, but they can't stop the cold from invading. The bald man could see that Lan Lan's petite body was trembling slightly, and the arm that was originally white and delicate was now a little purple from the cold.

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"Aladdin's Death Lamp" Chapter 120: Blind Snow is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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