"Eighty percent? Less, ninety percent, that's it. ”

Boyan was not satisfied, like a fierce beast and a fierce lion, opening his bloody mouth.

There was no room for discussion, and Zhu Chengjun slandered himself: Your Excellency's bite is too hard.

"This ......" Zhu Chengjun gasped, that flesh hurts.

"I have a crooked idea with my tongue, and it is already very generous to promise you a profit." Boyan's face was right.

Tongue-talking? Bad idea?

Your Excellency is here to make a big deal of nonsense, and it is not easy to say.

A pair of mouths is a person's own, and the brain seems to have grown.

Correct......

Chapter 0292 of "The Lord: Fu Yuan" The little miser is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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