C196 The identity of the black fist king

"Fuck, did you not hear me when I was talking to you?" Seeing that he had pulled Qin Long one time, and Qin Long was actually lying on the bed without moving an inch, he was so angry that he started pulling again, "Fuck you, get up, don't f * cking lift up your body anymore!"

"Whose mother are you fucking?" Qin Long suddenly stood up, and slapped the pockmark on his head.

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