When the words fell, the four of them found that in the shadows of several corners, a slender figure came out.

Five!

Each breath is a great master!

The five women were wrapped in a thin gauze robe, and their delicate curves loomed.

Red hand?

A red-handed woman slowly walked out of the shadows, one hand on her waist, the other hand bright red as blood, her nails gently caressing the two snow-white fats, and then her eyes showed a fierce light and looked at them.

Chapter 67 of "When People Are in Qin, Three No Swordsmen" There are friends from afar who are fighting in their hands, please wait a moment,

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