Inside the temporary mansion of Jun Wuji.

Zhai Yao was helping Feng Jiuli take his pulse, and Jun Wujie was standing on the side of the bed with his fists clenched and restrained, the mask on his face had been removed, revealing his handsome face like a god.

"Squeak-" Dahua stood at the window, a little aggrieved...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 515.Don't think you can buy me with silver! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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