No matter what the sad person looks at, he is a little gloomy, and when he failed for the tenth time, Bai Luqingtian's eyes were like looking at a rainy day again.

People who look at the world with extremely disappointed eyes will always get pessimistic feedback, so Bai Lu gradually stops talking, and only when he faces the wood will he feel a trace of so-called tranquility.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, and Bai Lu's hand was wasted in his brilliance over the years, and he was no longer able to bear the load of planing and chiseling wood.

The last nerve of the white frost collapsed, and he almost took the wood knife to cut off the hands that were incompetent, and the blood stimulated the sudden and jumping god......

"On How the Resurrection Is Difficult" Fifty-three, the soul of the hoarfrost is being beaten by the hand, please wait a moment,

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