This little black cat.

It's the black.

Liu Guangqiang's eyes were red with blood, like a mad demon, punching and kicking the black man.

Not much.

The black and dark were beaten to death by him.

Liu Guangqiang thought that the black black fart had already burped, so he was angry, so he threw it out of the window.

The black swarthy lay motionless on the ground for a long time.

In a trance.

The one that shoveled, a face that was so handsome that the cat suffocated, appeared in front of him.

It felt as if someone was rubbing its cheeks, the cat's head, the cat's belly, and the tail bones with its paws;

It's like smelling ......

"Courtyard: This kid has a little conscience, but not much" Chapter 132 The sand sculpture book friend sent the blade, and half of it was gone is hitting it in his hand, please wait a moment,

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