As he said, Charlie’s eyes drenched, and he said coldly, "By the way, don’t you like to smoke cigars? Then I will make you a cigar and let you smoke enough!"
After that, Charlie looked at Don Albert and blurted out, "Don Albert, go get some yellow paper for the grave!"
"Okay Master Wade!" Don Albert hurriedly took out several bundles of yellow paper to be burned in front of the grave from the pile of ancestor worship materials prepared by the Wade family.
Charlie took a thick bundle, rolled it into a paper roll shape as thick as a mineral water bottle, and then directly stuffed one end of it into Apollo’s mouth, and said to Don Albert, "Come on, Don Albert! Let the White Tiger King smoke a big cigar that I personally made for him!"
Don Albert smiled, and immediately took out the lighter and lit the other end of the paper roll.
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