At this time, the Luan bell was closer, and the God of Wealth kissed Ah Si's eyes with a smile, Ah Si closed his eyes, hugged the God of Wealth and did not let go, and cautiously came out: "Did you specifically run out of the grass and fall into the grass?" "Hook up, mind, huh?

Ah Si looked around: "Is the grass falling into the grass?" Seeing that the God of Wealth stretched out his hand, Ah Si subconsciously wanted to grab it, but suddenly quickly retracted his hand and muttered for a long time: "I'll wash my hands." ”

"What's the matter?" Ah Si was stunned and a little confused.

"The God of Wealth: Girl, Don't Panic! Chapter Seventy-Three: Falling Grass is Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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