Some are gentle like the wind and drizzle infiltrating people's hearts, and some are gentle like cotton wool wrapped in stone slag, soft and piercing, even if it is inadvertently touched, it is very painful.

Other people Liu Shan don't know, but the person with a poisonous mouth in front of him must be the latter.

Lang Jiu scolded and restrained the fried Liushan, and then began to slowly adjust his posture, and Liushan followed him and felt that the redundant and laborious movements of the past had become much easier and more lively.

"Bastard," Lang Jiu's rough voice sounded in his ears, "Brother, I am much older than you, you look a head taller than me, and you are much younger than me compared to your age." If you don't mind, call ......

"On How the Resurrection Is Difficult" thirty-nine, Xianfeng Mountain (will make up for the drag in the next few days) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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