The dilapidated fence was covered with cobwebs, large and small, and there was silence all around, except for the creaking of the wind as the wind shook the gates.

"Brother Lu, is this the post station here?" Jiang Zhimiao looked at the dilapidated house in front of him, a little incredulous.

Lu Yanheng was also at a loss at this time, he stepped forward to push the door, only to hear a "bang", and the door fell in response, raising bursts of dust.

Although he covered his mouth and nose in time, because he stood too close, Lu Yanheng was still choked: "Cough, cough!" ”

The other people tacitly didn't go into the dust, waiting for Lu Yan

"Villain, He's Been Pretending to Be Sick and Weak" Chapter 41 His Dream is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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