Even many people in the Ten Guys Association couldn't help but snicker.

Wang Han froze on the spot.

The instep of his foot arched, and there was a snap. The inferior shoes bought at the street stall were untied. The uppers of the shoes were raised, and you could see Wang Han's toes gripping the ground inside!

Wanima!

Painted Skin Ghost actually plays me!

No wonder when Wang Han asked Painted Skin Ghost how he was doing, he looked like he had a guilty conscience.

The co-author gave me such a set!

This fucking video was played in front of so many people, everyone thought I was young and fast!

Wang Han couldn't quite understand what it meant to live on a different planet in the comment section of a social death video he saw on the Internet.

Until now.

Now Wang Han wants to live in another fucking galaxy!

I can no longer live in the solar system!

"Brother Han! Even if you don't think about me, can you think about our children?" Guan Sisi's voice trembled, and tears could not stop pouring out.

Wang Han had just guessed what Guan Sisi was going to do, but he didn't expect that their lethality could be so great!

This is even more uncomfortable than beating Wang Han seriously!

"Lao Jiu, is this you?" Qi Lin asked Wang Han with a cold face.

Qi Lin is a pure love god of war. If Wang Han is really seen in this video, Qi Lin will deal with Wang Han after he has dealt with the six major families.

"this is not me!"

Sun Zhulu laughed, clapped his hands in joy, and even forgot to fight, "Ninth Young Master, admit it! It's short and fast! Hahahahahaha! This is much more interesting than the crappy program of the Spring Festival Gala where everyone makes dumplings together hahahahahahaha

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Wang Han's face is darker than the bottom of the pot.

"this is not me!"

Guan Sisi's body trembled, "Brother Han, this is you!"

Sun Zhulu laughed even louder, his laughter was like a broken tractor.

It was as if this old guy had seen the funniest joke in his life.

Just when Wang Han was about to prove himself.

A hoarse voice came.

Sun Qiaoer was on crutches, bow-legged, pointing at Wang Han, with a hoarse voice, and complained angrily!

"This is not him! This is definitely not him! If only he was really like this! Woo hoo hoo! He is not a human being!! Two days and two nights! It doesn't even stop. I still feel like I'm on a roller coaster!"

Sun Zhulu's smile stopped abruptly.
Chapter completed!