"Go get the wine!" I commanded. Someone immediately gave me a bottle of wine. I poured the wine into the glass. Buddha beads and Buddha cards tumble up and down in the wine, and finally, they become a cup of filthy things. There was also a pungent fishy smell wafting out, and many people began to retch.

I took out the copper tripod and lit the incense piece. The stench dissipated. I gave the cup of paste to Xue Qiang. "General Manager Xue, you take this to the west. If you see a homeless man, you smash him! I said.

He retched twice, frowned and said, "Why?" What does that mean? I smiled, "If you don't, you won't see the sun tomorrow......

"Bus No. 64" Chapter 95 The illusionist is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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