The sky was showing a little bit of bright white, and the frost and dew were thick, outlining the exceptionally fresh air in the mountains, Zhao Cheng and Song Huai were willing to sit on the chairs in front of the bar, and the water in the cups on the table had not moved.

Not far away sat two men on the sofa, one slender and slender, wearing an old shirt that looked very ill-fitting.

He narrated that your man was also wearing the same shirt, and he took off his glasses and put them on the table, but there was indifference in his eyes, and he shook the wine glass in his hand, "Go on." ”

Song Huaiyuan was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhao Cheng, "I'll tell you." ”

His voice was soft, with the light from the roof and the staccato rattle of the ventilator, all of which drilled into her cells, into her

"She, see the subtle and know the murderer. 》Chapter 61 The water drop stone is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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