By the time I found out that the person in front of me was the middle-aged man who had been about to kill me, it was too late, and the other party immediately stretched out his palm and pulled it out of my throat. I saw that his nails seemed to be dyed with a layer of metal, emitting a jet-black glow, and in an instant they were already pressed to my throat. And at the same time, I felt as if something was grabbing me under my feet, and I was pulling it down, and I could...

Chapter 195 of "This Master is Not Too Cold" Is it her? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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