Belch...... As a result, he was either poisoned to death or turned into a banana mouth, and it seems that this whistle will never be blown. Why don't I sing a song to a few masters? English or Chinese, folk or rock, "Two Tigers" or "Tarzan of the Apes"? No, no, no! Once again, I reject this ridiculous idea.

What's that, it's really not good, I'm playing a game with this group of snakes, don't talk or move, whoever moves first is a puppy, but this is a snake who understands human words regardless of whether he listens or not, it is estimated that it will become a snake into a dog or a penguin, and it will not hurt much in its heart.

While I was thinking wildly, the plank above my head suddenly opened again. An arm-thick hemp rope fell from above, and it fell into my hand impartially. I only heard someone from above shouting in a sullen voice,

Chapter 152 of "Everything Grows to the Sun" is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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