Uncle Zhou and Grandpa hurriedly got dressed, got up, and listened to the movement outside, which seemed to be a big thing. If the rain falls, the mountain will definitely have to be closed, so it is better to go and touch some game now.

Fu Xiaoman sat on the bed, still thinking about the scene in the dream, and felt a little irritable.

Zhou Xiaoju lit a fire fold and touched the side of Fu Xiaoman's bed, smiling with a thief's face, "Man'er, do you want to follow ......

Chapter 91 of "The Blessed Wife of the Farmer: The Black Belly Female Main Hangs" Su Mochen, you deliberately added more today~ is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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