Chapter 145: The Fake Table

and lighting it.Just took two puffs and started coughing non-stop."Uncle Long, you are injured. Don't smoke anymore..."< Wu Zetian hurriedly patted Long Wu's back. >"It's nothing, just old injuries,...m him. Blood mist swirled around him, constantly condensing into beads of blood!"What is Zhou Tai going to do this week"Jiyun, seeing this, his eyes were full of disbelief!"He's just trying to save hi...