The thick sourness in his throat, soaked in bitterness and seeping out, Zhou Zhan bent down and retched: "Vomit ......"

He propped up the table in front of him with both hands, the green tendons on the back of his hands floating, and cold sweat dripping onto the marble table.

I don't know how long I maintained this posture, but I felt that my arms were numb, Zhou Zhan moved slightly, and slowly withdrew his palm.

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Chapter 136 of "Zhan for Himself" is spitting out the truth after drinking is hitting in his hand, please wait a while,

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