Sang Yan saw the legendary King Puluo.

Unlike what she thought, Proking was a young fat man.

But too fat.

The small head has no neck, develops horizontally, and sits on a couch, like a mountain of white flowers.

Definitely four hundred pounds.

It's all so heavy, he's still eating.

"Ninth Master, please take a seat."

When he greeted him warmly, he was still gnawing on pig's trotters.

Only gnawed until the mouth was full of oil.

She was shocked,

"Except Me, the Tyrant Is Allergic to All Women" Chapter 158 The King is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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