But if there is a prerequisite for these, that is, there is no if, so Zhuo Nan had to endure this breath and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't like you." ”

"What?" Bu Heng seemed surprised, and asked again as if he didn't hear clearly.

"I don't like you," Zhuo Nan repeated word by word through gritted teeth, "I may have been blind before, but now I really don't like you, I swear, I still like you to go back tonight with a stomachache and die." ”

This oath is quite poisonous, it may be too poisonous, Bu Heng can't accept it, the face that was still smiling instantly disappeared, and he looked at him coldly, and a pair of eyes seemed to be able to spew fire.

Zhuo Nan shrunk his neck, he is now a vulnerable group, such an action is purely instinctive.

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"Fan Brother's Self-cultivation" 086: He is not lightly ill and is hitting his hand, please wait a while,

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