Chapter Seventy-Seven

The lights are dim

Qin Feng never imagined that it was just an endgame, and the reaction of the old flower was so big. When he wanted to ask, he saw that Lu Zhishen had an expression of a magic stick, poured wine straight away, shook his head and said, this is a heavenly opportunity, and it cannot be said. If you ask, it's in vain.

Luo Yidao knew that this evil slave had some godly chattering methods. looked at the back of the old flower laughing and scolding madly, but he couldn't guess the mystery here.

Lu Zhishen poured a full drink, lit a stick of incense, turned around and handed it to him, on the first night of this year, the moon and the lamp were still the same. Thousands of miles away, the old man is gone! Come! Talk to your grandfather.

Luo Yidao took the fragrance, and the god ......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter Seventy-Seven The Lights Are Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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