I leaned over and looked carefully at the hood on Jiang Qixi's hand, as if it was no different from an ordinary hat. "The thin donkey said that he was wearing it on his head, and there were a pair of hands scratching his head." I said in a deep voice. Jiang Qixi didn't answer me, folded the hood, and put it in the small flower bag. "Chen Xichun, something is wrong, this wolf is so cunning, I'm worried, it guessed that we were coming, and changed one. &rdquo...

Chapter 47 The wolf and the ghost are hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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