The eldest lady's two hands were trembling, covering the mouth on Zhuge Qingwei's shoulder blades, and said tremblingly: "Bear with me, you bear with it, my mother will save you, my mother will not let you die......"

I don't know if these words are comforting Zhuge Qingwei, or comforting herself.

Golden honey spit...

Chapter 160 of "Fengsha Jiangshan" Who is more cold-blooded [3] is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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