"What do you know?" Zhao Bin looked at Tang Liuyu. He thought the other party must have thought of something.

"Wagon smokes white pigeons!"

Tang Liuyu's eyes were frightened. She remembered that only Huage would smoke white pigeons, because this kind of smoke was not found in Huaxia, and it was very difficult to buy it abroad. Every time Huage entrusted a lot of people to bring it back.

"Yes!" The monkey patted his thigh, and he forgot it, but the next moment he was afraid from the inside out.

It's horrible how a dead man can kill, and Vancouver has been cremated and buried.

Zhao Bin shook his head...