A doctor like man came forward and handed a bag to Shang Guangkun tower respectfully. The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the contents of several boxes in the bag.
[migoda].
Hehe, migoda.
I need migoda to save Qin and Jin, Lord Kunta, please - the beautiful voice of that woman rings in the flash ear.
Nanmu is smiling, but still uses the remaining light to catch a glimpse of Shangguang putting the pocket of migoda into the pocket of black leather windbreaker.
The girl's eyes sank.
"Well, let's go home. All of you can think about whether you want to cooperate with me." The man said and let go of the bottle.
After winning several million yuan, Shangguang finally left the Yunding casino supported by a little beauty.
Kunta's finance and soldiers are in charge of recording tonight's journal.
The 16 elders of drug lords sitting on the gambling table still, looking at the back of the dictatorial Kunta's leaving, their faces full of resentment, distortion and reluctance.
"Ye Yaozong is dead, and the [shituolin master] is missing. It's not clear whether it's life or death. I'm afraid no one can clamp down on Hukun tower in the mountain!" A flower shirt elder angrily patted the table.
Another fat man from Siam Thai is also quacking, "if we raise the price three times in half a year, we just want to run a middleman. In the future, we will all have to retire and give him the whole chain of the drug industry to him."
"We have to be tough. He forced us to see the blood!" Someone's patting the table.
"Hey, hey, when the time comes, I'll kill the mountain tiger, and the goblin in his arms belongs to me..."
a fat black man with thick lips and gold necklaces all over his neck recalled his gorgeous appearance just now.
"Do you want to kill the mountain tiger Just at this time, a voice suddenly rang up, several boss surprised to look at the past.
Deep in the dark box, a romantic young man came out. His face was as beautiful as a jade. It was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
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in the dark mountains, she saw two military planes flying back to the apron.
King Lin Love rushed out of the bedroom and came to the corridor on the first floor.
The empty corridor echoed with the voice of a man and a woman.
"Shangguang, Shangguang, you are drunk... Let me help you to take a bath..." the sweet voice of an elf is nanmufei.
"Don't go... Stay with me... I need you..." that's Shang Guangkun tower's drunken voice.
"Well, well, it's cold here, hee hee, if you want to go back to the bedroom again, I'll give it to you..." the voice of Nanmu's love is constantly moving.
Then, their voices are getting farther and farther away....
Shang guangzui is drunk. It seems that they will have a storm tonight.
In the dark, corridor, king Lin love's body, unwilling to slowly slide down, finally, the whole person sat on the cold ground.
She didn't know what it meant to be here.
His favorite man is upstairs, with other women in the clouds......
the tears of forbearance finally slipped down, but she had to save Qin Jin. Qin Jin is still seriously injured, and the bone gap is difficult to heal. Qin Jin is just for her. She can't watch Qin Jin die like this.
Junlin loves to sit on his knees helplessly .
the third floor, the West Wing room, the bedrooms with floor to ceiling windows, modern and simple design style.
Nanmufei carried her skirt and collapsed.
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