I didn't care about the food that was delivered, since Wu Dali left, I have been planning, how to turn the tables against the wind, now that my master is not coming, how can I rejuvenate myself and save the situation?

At night, eleven o'clock sharp.

Outside the door, the door lock was opened, and I thought it was Wu Dali, and immediately became vigilant.

"Brother, it's me." Zhilan hits ......

Chapter 128 of "A Hundred Years of Paper Shop" Escaping in the middle of the night is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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