"I can take it out with my hands, what else can I ask you to think of?" Chen Xiaofeng looked at me impatiently and said.

Yes, that's what she said, but the ceiling is so high, at least ten meters above the ground, and I don't have any tools, and I don't have any tools in this room, what can I do? It's really hard.

"Aren't you a physiognomy? Aren't you going to ......

"Those Years I Was a Feng Shui Master" Chapter 118 The white-bearded old cat is hitting in his hand, please wait a while,

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