After the servant reported it, he slowly retreated.

The three Hu butchers stood in place with a twist.

I saw Fan Jin sitting on a wicker chair at this time, turning the pages of the book silently with both hands, and his eyes were pretending to sleep.

The autumn breeze blew slightly, and the gray hair on his temples trembled slightly.

For a while, several people were worried and didn't dare to speak.

"Butler, give your father-in-law a seat and tea!"

Fan Jin put down the book, and played with a string of rosewood prayer beads in his other hand.

It's not that he believes in Buddhism and worships Taoism, it's simple

"I am Fan Jin, the Ming Fenghua after the middle lift" Chapter 12 Eliminate grievances, shade and descendants are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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