"Then you really should see it, you look really smart......"

The bald man took two puffs of his cigarette and slammed the half-lit cigarette butt into the solid wood table, burning a black charcoal mark.

Chen Wangcai listened to the bald man's words, and his dull head was a little unbright.

"What...... What does it mean? ”

"My hand was sharpened by Zhao Baozhu...... Four fingers......"

The bald man waved his bandaged hand and said calmly, but there was a little grief in his eyes. Does he hate Zhao Baozhu? hate, but don't dare to hate, Zhao Baozhu's wrist he has seen, bald......

"Aladdin's Death Lamp" Chapter 133: Far away is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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