The blood on Chai Bo's face had faded, and he looked very weak, and he had no strength to speak.

"Endlessly, I ...... I'm not reconciled, but I'm also ...... Nor is your ...... needed Almsgiving ......"

Watching Chai Bo's hand gradually droop down, Jun Wujie closed it gently...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 1382. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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