In the middle of the night, when it was approaching, the two of them fought, the house changed, and the old half was a ghost, exclaiming in the middle of the intestines.

Husheng's tall body easily climbed up to the tree house, slowly opened the gate, and said embarrassedly with his cheeks:

"The house is shabby, and there is more to bear."

Zhong Libi washed and entered, the table was in a mess, the bed was not clean, paused, and thought about finding a vague plot to fool around for the night.

Husheng's side couldn't help but be stunned, "This, this is usually the same."

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