On weekdays, Shen Chuhua has never seen Zhan Nanwei swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

At the moment, his movements are also rusty, and the posture of holding a cigarette does not look mature and sophisticated.

The white smoke of the cigar is vivid and shallow, and it flutters with the evening breeze.

Shen Chuhua, who was standing not far away, also smelled...

"Rebirth Divine Doctor Has Space" Chapter 487 First Painting, Will You Hate Me I am hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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