“wait wait wait!”
At the gate of Zhuo Pu Tang, Shu Jin rushed over as a group of black iron soldiers was ready to go.
He rushed so that the scholar Lun towel flew into a straight line in the air, with a face like a peach and plum. When he was about to rush to Charles Cui, he suddenly stopped and gasped:
“The Palace of Beauty, I, I will go too!”
Charles Cui’s brows tightened sharply:
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