"Damn thief."

Qiu Zhaolin slapped the head of the city, and suddenly felt that his fist was painful.

The king of the stove, as if he knew the farthest distance that the archers in the city could shoot, stopped at a distance of about sixty paces, and refused to go any further.

"King Stove, you're still scared."

He...

"White porridge and mustard are enough, how can I add the imperial robe" Chapter 208 The King of the Stove has no horses! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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