The boy who was eating suddenly moved the stick in his hand and pointed it at the stomach, nose and stomach. The stomach wanted to avoid it, but the angle of the stick was so wonderful that he could avoid it. The stick was a few millimeters short of stopping the stomach, and the nose of the stomach was shocked by a cold sweat.
"Monkey Sun, you’re naughty again." The soldier who had dinner with the boy was busy trying to stop him. He smiled at the stomach milk and Xiaohui. "I’m sorry that this child imagines himself as Sun Wu playing around with…
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