The Heavens Began with Douluo

We are here with all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall, the thousand-year-old pipa, the ten-thousand-year-old zither, and the erhu playing for a lifetime. The play ends as soon as the suona sounds, the music starts, the cloth is covered, and the whole village, young and old, waits for the food to be served, walking and carrying it, followed by a blanket of white. As soon as the coffin was lifted and buried, relatives and friends began to cry, firecrackers went off, and suonas were blown. They were carried in front and chased from behind. The first time they heard the suonas, they didn't know what they meant, but when they heard it again, they thought it was the person in the coffin. He has no ears to hear anything outside the coffin, and only cares about playing in the underworld, all the way to the palace of the king of hell, and he has no love in the world from now on.

I just read the comments and I think it's okay. If I'm not a eunuch, I'll give it a try. The premise is not to be a eunuch and updates should be quick😁

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Xiao Luban has become popular again recently. He didn't die hundreds of millions of times, nor did he get hammered eight hundred times. But his father is here. Although his father is an assistant, his father is really awesome. If he wants to beat Luban in the future, he will have to think carefully about himself. It's so sad, us melee assassins have no chance of survival. .

Change her fate! . Author.

Both new books and old books will be updated on time, but the old books have entered the advanced stage, and this new book is still a bud. The focus is on new books. Published by Rudong, it must be a high-quality product. In addition, this book passed the review last night, and the title was just changed at 10 o'clock in the morning, Brand New Seedlings, so don't worry. [Emot=default,21/]

You can wear all those from San Shao, I Eat Tomatoes, Tiancan Potatoes, and Chen Dong and write a biography of the Zhou family

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What kind of pork should I eat? Pork is more expensive than me. I can't afford it.

Compared to the two protagonists, I still prefer Zhou Chen. Because. . . Zhou Chen is relatively shameless