The little girls who came to buy things had red and swollen eyes from crying, but they didn't see the last one who walked in last night. I immediately thought of the man with the black umbrella, and I always felt that there was something to do with it. I opened the drawer to count the change, and I found that there was a stain on one of the coins, but I didn't care, the money was not clean. I've been reminiscing about that guy last night all morning, and my wife heard about this morning...

"This Master is Not Too Cold" Chapter 37 He has no shadow and is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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