About half an hour later, Zhang Daoling, who had eaten a lot of seafood, rubbed his stomach with satisfaction, sucked the freshly brewed tea, and opened the mailbox a little comfortably.

The white paper of the big alliance has been sent, and Zhang Daoling was about to raise his head to shout Han Qin, but suddenly at the end of his words, he didn't shout.

Zhang Daoling gently put down the teacup in his hand and pulled out the ghost umbrella from the umbrella box hanging on his chest.

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