The night is like ink, and the coolness hits people.

Rou'er was lying on the ruins, digging the young master under the pouring rain, and a pair of slender jade hands were digging blood, she didn't realize it.

The slender back, trembling and trembling, is pitiful.

"Ping'er, Ping'er, you can't have anything, Daddy is still counting on you to retire and send you to the end of your life, if you leave, how can you let Dad live......

"Crossing: The Beginning Starts with the Waste Boy" Chapter 85 The young master is not dead and is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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