"Let's go, let's go!" Su Yan waved his hand in disgust, then turned around and flew onto the nearby roof.

Mo Chen looked at his back gratefully, put away the black porcelain vase, and went towards the city gate alone.

Half a month later.

The air is warm, and the yellow sand is all over the official road.

Mo Chen really used the plate almost enough, and the food in the baggage was only a dry piece......

Chapter 110 of "Jiao Wan" It's a pity that it's a three-hundred-year foundation! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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