Everyone went up the hill, and everyone walked steadily, as if they were not carrying weights.

And Zhang Wenhao, who was holding a huge oil drum, was about to cry when he followed behind.

Lu Ming, who was strolling leisurely with his hands behind his back, at this moment, in his eyes, he no longer looked like a master outside the world.

Even he had a feeling that Lu Ming was a liar.

Otherwise......

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