pc加拿大2.8官网在线预测

简介：A grey-haired old craftsman was hammering the blunderbuss tube, pulling out a section of the cold iron bar inside to prevent the blunderbuss tube and the iron bar from being connected together. The other craftsmen had already seen Zhu Cihong and were kneeling on the ground. He was the only one who was concentrating on beating the gun barrel without raising his head.