Nie Xiaoman held his breath and walked towards the door of this suite. At the same time, his dagger that did not leave his body was already clenched in his right palm, which was not very dry.

Gently opened the door of this room, poked his head in, and looked inside, there was a quiet picture, which suddenly reflected his surprised and nervous eye mask: I saw that there was a table against the wall, and the puppet was sitting in front of this table with its head bowed, as if writing something. A muscular, beautiful back, towards the door.

Seeing this back, Nie Xiaoman's sensitive mind immediately remembered the safety belt on the table outside. He thought, "Yes! Once you have written something, you will ...... it right away

Chapter 868 of "The Imperial History of the Gluttonous Cat Metropolitan Inspectorate" You are so careless You are hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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