"Are you all right?"

Qiao Yuan rushed to Xiao Ping's house at dark with a snakeskin bag on his shoulder.

Behind him, the old liar was pale, his footsteps were weak, and he was limping, but he still held on after hearing Qiao Yuan's voice.

"Leader, don't get in the way, just rest for a few days."

Qiao Yuan stopped and looked at the old liar carefully.

"I mean delivery right away, you have to get hurt, and it's pretty bad, you're going to die

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