The middle-aged junior brother was full of pathos, took a deep breath, turned around, stared at the little junior brother who was already frightened again, pulled the corners of his mouth, and barely raised a bad smile.

"Senior brother, don't force me to do it myself, do you take it off yourself or do you take it off for you? ......"

"I, myself ......"

The tears of the handyman brother crying are clearly visible.

Shen Nian held a sword in one hand and behind his back in the other, and when he saw this situation, he sighed

"I, moody, known as the devil" 88, I, Shen Nian, the messenger of justice is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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