At this time, a person walked in from the gate. A thin and weak young man in grey stopped at the most bustling large table. He walked back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back, and kept glancing at the crowd with his big eyes.
The macheteman was not far away. He saw this young man, eh! What a familiar view! But he did not think further. Because the person he was looking for was a monk, a monk who lacked a tail.
After a while, a fat gambler squeezed into the pile of people, exposing the money tower in his waist. It was heavy and very attractive.
The grey-clothed young man's face turned in a different direction, and the machete man was able to see clearly,he had a slim body, a good face, and a pair of big bright eyes, which were like a pool of autumn water, full of charm.
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