When talking about the "crazy tiger" who has long become a legend, Li Dahu's tone is quite proud.

He did not notice that the vermilion pill had just entered his throat and before he could enter the esophagus, it turned into several warm currents and spread into the fatally severely damaged five internal organs, six lungs and limbs, and spontaneously spread.

As the medicinal properties develop rapidly, it seems that all the pain gradually fades away, making people lazy just want to close their eyes and have a good sleep.

"Damn it! I, I just want to say the last sentence."

Under the influence of the warm current, Li Dahu's consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Don't talk, close your eyes, rest well, you'll be well soon."

The blonde woman in the mortuary gently stroked Lao Li's face, and crystal-like tears kept pouring out of her eyes, crossing her white face and falling into the dusty ground.

"You must say it, it's not pleasant to say it!"

Li Dahu's voice became weaker and weaker.

"I'm listening!"

"Can you take a concubine?"

“…”

What is scourge?

Even a hundred strong cows couldn't be dragged back, so they rushed to the road of death, not only speeding and running through the red light, but also hitting the traffic police!
Chapter completed!