The sound insulation of the broken wooden house is so poor!

The beggar monks and pauper monks not far away, hearing the sound of running water, all looked at the wooden house with a look of reverie on their faces.

Montaigne snorted coldly, and they quickly lowered their heads and turned around to hide their inner thoughts.

On this island, realm is not the primary factor in determining status, wealth is.

But the monks in the nearby huts were not afraid of Montaigne, and a ruffian monk was still lying on the fence, whistling at the Mu Huansha in the house.

Montaigne died speechless, and the monks of this island were ordinary people.

It's still the kind that doesn't clean up.

The sound of water in the room stopped, and Mu Huansha ......

"Peerless Little Immortal Nong, Seven Gourd Babies Planted at the Beginning" Chapter 155 I gouged out my eyes and cut my tongue, I don't care about it It's hitting with your hands, please wait a while,

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