"Isn't it?"

The middle-aged man felt a little regretful, and immediately said:

"Then I don't know who did it, can you recommend one or two?"

Jiang Hao shook his head and said helplessly:

"He should be dead."

"That's it." The middle-aged man didn't delve into it, just raised the bottle in his hand:

"Can Daoist drink?"

"Thank you for the kindness of the seniors, the juniors don't drink." Jiang Hao refused.

"It seems

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