The Third Prince of the Divine Domain in the Reunion

Hua Ye, the Lord of Heavenly Palace, comes here for a visit

Who is the heroine? How many are there? Harem? Who has seen it? Tell tell!

The scary thing is that I actually read it carefully ***

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I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, one glance is thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, I love you so much. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I have no rest in my dream, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking on the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, being extremely mad and extremely angry. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows move, the cicadas chirp, the sunset tides, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, which lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go, and I don't know where to go. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in thousands of words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes - my eyes are thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, as gentle and comfortable as the sun filling the world. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking on the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, being extremely mad and extremely angry. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows move, the cicadas chirp, the sunset tides, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, which lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in thousands of words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes - eyes thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng, I fell in love with you in the end. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I have no rest in my dream, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel.

I don't like the character of the protagonist, so goodbye

Beautifully written. Recommended votes are given

If the author changed Bucky's plot, wouldn't it mean that Bucky doesn't have his steel arm?

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The promised extra updates are gone! It makes me so angry! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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