C2768 The Three Lower Prefectures of Tian Yu

When the young man reached out his hand, Sam Moreels stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's arm. He then turned the young man's arm around.

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“...”

" My hand... my hand... "

"Brat! Brat, let go... let go of me!"

"Madman! You madman!"

"You're insane!"

The roaring social worker transmitted over. The blue clothed young man involuntarily trembled. At this moment, as he spoke