"Where's Shang Huan?"

"That fat fat man didn't listen to the advice, so he extended the fee for another month." Hao Lao pouted, hating that iron was not steel: "He is not skilled in the secret method, and staying in the dojo for a year is a waste of money!"

"Maybe it will be done." Chen Mu laughed.

I don't know if it's because the distance is too far, or because the upper court has a special prohibition.

Concentric and synaesthesia, can connect, but the information obtained is always blurred.

"Don't care about him, go, go back

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