©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 18 The gold master let go of the little fresh meat.
PREVIEW
... pression was languid, and if he was mad, he would "go through the sky and give it to the sugar beans."
The fake ear that was disgusted by the sky, open it and reveal an orange ball, [not a jelly bean, it is Anshen Pill. ]
"Well, it is Anshen Pill." He perfunctory, picked up Anshen pills to eat, closed his eyes and slowed down, finally got rid of the sequela of drunkenness, clearing his mind, and then doubting the bumps of the forehead, full of fog Water, "How am I swollen here?"
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE