Zhou Qiang took a sip of beer and said, "I have been unlucky for several years, and now my fortune has turned around."

Lu Yao always felt a little unreal.

"Doesn't she have any demands?"

"I have a request."

Zhou Qiang put down his beer: "She likes to eat meat, let me buy more meat."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Yu Yao came back carrying large and small bags.

Lu Yao's nose twitched.

The taste of blood.

The strongest smell of blood lies on Yao's lips.

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