The coachman who sent the swill raised a few pigs in the country with a relative's house, and the swill was sent to this relative every day.

On this day, the coachman was still carrying the swill out of the city, and when he saw that Fang Yuan was also following, he happily made a pot of wine and drank it on the road, and the two of them drank as they walked......

Chapter 32 The is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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