"Phew! Something that can't be on the table! ”

"Walking with him, I feel that I can't hang my face, and I will be seen by acquaintances for a while, but how can I fool the past?"

There was another whisper of complaint.

With his hand on Wei Lin's shoulder, Wei Qingru, who was about to go out, looked back, the air was cold, and the complaining voice disappeared.

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Chapter 96 of "Zhentian Doctor Saint" Something that can't be put on the table is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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