pestilence

"Oh, whoever comes is a guest, sit more"

Before the words fell, a sharp "report" came

"What's wrong, it's like this," Zhang Fei said while rubbing his face.

"Report three masters, someone's wind chill"

"Rely on your sister, report it if you have a cold, and go find a doctor to treat it."

"However, the three masters, there are almost a thousand people who have the wind and cold this time, and some old people say that it may be a plague"

"What, plague !!"

"What, plague !!"

Guo Jia and Zhang Fei shouted in unison.

"It's not a big deal, what's the hurry," Han Zheng said leisurely

"The plague is not a big deal, you are sick," Zhang Fei burst into foul language

"What's this, find the root cause, solve the problem, isn't it"

"You say it easily, you can do it"

"Go and go, who is afraid of whom"

"My Mr. Zhuge Plague" is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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