The gate of the Black Tiger Gate.

The cold mangs are grinning, and the air pressure is black.

Zheng Tianshun didn't make a move and a half, he swaggered into the gate, and the disciples of the Black Tiger Gate trembled, always keeping a distance of more than ten meters from him.

"A bunch of bastards!" Zheng Tianshun took a sip of old phlegm and glanced at the audience disdainfully, "Hurry up and let Zheng Haohu's old thing get out, otherwise Lao Tzu will be bloody......

"The Master Goes Down the Mountain: Flash Marriage and the Cold Female President" Chapter 80 The grievances of the Zheng family are being beaten in the hand, please wait a moment,

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