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Lin Qing travels to a farming essay in the 1960s.
There was a female cannon fodder in it, she died within a few days of her appearance, and was killed by her own Virgin.
Lin Qing disliked this female cannon fodder very much. When the cannon fodder died, Lin Qing raised her hand and clapped it. Who knew that the next day when she opened her eyes, she was squatting in a simple hut made of a shed, holding a bamboo slice in her hand. Shave your ass.
Lin Qing’s whole person is not good…
But another day, Lin Qing found out that he had golden fingers…
This article is also known as “Sixty’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Life”
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