后三一码不定位技巧

简介：After returning from an inspection tour, it was already noon when we returned to the Chinese army's tent. Zhu Cixiang's chest was pressed against his back with hunger, and he was about to take a big bite. A middle-aged scribe with a long beard and a very handsome appearance stepped in and bowed to salute. It was Xiao Hanjun from the Military Intelligence Department.