Lu Qiyan was not interested in appreciating how Wang Er's cripple died tragically.

Youyou lit a cigarette, lowered his head, took a puff, and for some reason, looked inexplicably charming.

In a faint tone, he instructed them to light a fire and burn it later, and then clean up the mess and gore here.

"That's right." Lu Qiyan seemed to think of something again, turned his head sideways, and said to Qiao Qinian, "Have you eaten?" ”

Qiao Qinian's face was black: He's a neurotic... The murderous male devil didn't blink one second ago, and the next second Yun asked him lightly if he had anything to eat.

He shook his head, "No." ”

Lu Qiyan pursed his lips and asked again, "Is there any sugar?" ”

Qiao Qinian insisted on one meter eighty-five

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