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004 How is Qingshui Street Fighter made?(2/2)

"boom--"

There was another sound, more blood flowed out, the white vest's eyes flashed, and he had lost the ability to resist.

Like a rabbit that can be rounded and flattened by anyone.

No one doubted her skills. Bai Wei was the best one in their group, so she became the eldest brother. The three younger brothers next to her cowered aside.

Bai Zian withdrew his gaze.

His attention turned back to the white vest.

She was actually a little curious about the taste of cigarettes smoked by a lot of people in this world.

Under Bai Shit's frightened gaze, Bai Zian took away his cigarette case and slowly took out a cigarette from it.

She gently bit the cigarette butt with her bright red lips, and her eyelashes drooped casually. The boy next to her immediately came up to light the cigarette for her.

The girl's hair was a little messy, and a thin layer of smoke came out of her mouth. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, and her fingers were shiny white, clean and slender. The other hand lazily grabbed the hair of the white vest, and blood flowed down it.

His face hit the ground drop by drop, and she flicked the ashes lazily: "Then--"
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