I sighed deeply and said aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, cover, cover, who let this bad idea come up with me, I admit bad luck." ”

Then, I adjusted my sleeping position and lay down in the coffin.

Seeing Zhilan and Zhao Nanfei pull the coffin lid up little by little, every time they pull up, my one-third of an acre of land will have a little less sunlight, and at the last moment, I was so scared that I hurried again......

Chapter 134 of "A Hundred Years of Paper Binding Shop" The old people are coming to mourn is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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