Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Devil Spits Mud

"Brother, let's go, why are you stunned?" Seeing me standing still, the fat man couldn't help but urge me. I ignored the fat man, but went back to the little dog, squatted down and asked him, "Little dog, what do you mean when you just said that one comes, four times, and one less person comes and goes, can you tell me?" The puppy was like he couldn't understand me,...

"Tsundere Wife" Chapter 78 The ghost spits mud is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!