"The first time I saw you that day, I thought you would come back again." The old man glanced at Qiaozhi, and said in a long voice, his little eyes seemed to be a delicate DX-ray machine, searched Qiaozhi up and down a few times, and sighed: "Look at the little girl, you must not have a cigarette pouch with you, right?" I don't know if I will have the opportunity to taste the taste of tobacco again when I am old and dead. ”

"Forget it, I'll just tell you." Seeing Qiaozhi's embarrassed face, the old man didn't insist anymore, he sighed and opened the conversation: "The people here are dead, crazy, it's better to rot in the old stomach than to tell them, but it happened that you came......

Chapter 128 of "The White Moonlight Dressed as a Sick Prime Minister" Good and Evil are being hit by your hands, please wait a while,

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