My Dungeon is Fine

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm coming." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who looked like clay and wood sculptures, were facing each other, but the setting sun was getting more and more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said, "You know I never sell soy sauce for one yuan a pound here." "I only want one yuan a pound of soy sauce." "Is it serious?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but no one would forget his eyes. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Definitely!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, deathly silence. After a long while, he raised his eyes and looked at the young man, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one yuan, but you don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and a dollar from the boy's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body trembled slightly and his steps paused. "Obviously, I've got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The boy suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitching slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled lightly and said, "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty." ------------------The first time I watched it I was so serious, but the ending was so clumsy??

Where are my eight million brothers? I, a sword god with 370,000 combat power, is trapped in the goblin forest. Who can come and save me?

The money of the eight million warriors has been used to protect the continent of Arad. Do you think there will be any extra money to reward you? ? ? ? ?

You know that there are many types of harem novels, and others say that they are covered in full, and some are even mentioned in one stroke. No association. This book can teach you how to pick up girls and understand how girls think. A harem is a boy's dream, but society doesn't allow it. So thinking about this kind of transition from ignorant love to marriage can only be a fantasy. So if it doesn't work physically, why can't it work mentally? In addition, men are inherently lustful, and if a girl's body and mind are not shown to men, then who will? The author's great propaganda can be stable and can be maintained.

A man was shot, this sentence has a huge message

If you like someone, you don't have to love them; but the prerequisite for loving someone is that you must like them. Like can easily turn into love, but after falling in love, it is difficult to say that you like someone again. Because liking is tolerant; but love is selfish. Like is a relaxed and indifferent state of mind. But love is too heavy. Once love is spoken, it becomes a vow, a commitment. "Hold your hand and grow old together", just eight words contain so much ups and downs! When you stand in front of the person you love, your heartbeat will speed up; But when you stand in front of the person you like, you only feel happy; When you make eye contact with the person you love, you will be shy; But when you make eye contact with the person you like, you will only smile; When you talk to the person you love, you find it difficult to speak; But when you talk to the person you like, you can speak freely; When the person you love cries, you will cry with her; But when the person you like cries, you will comfort her skillfully; when you don't want to love someone anymore... You have to close your eyes and hold back the tears... But when you don't want to like someone anymore... You just need to cover your ears. In the same topic, someone also replied: "Like is a light love, love is a deep liking....

The growth of all things is conserved, and if the source of power is destroyed, it will be out of alignment. Don't think that the enemy will fade away and the other will grow. However, the universe will be reversed and the sky will collapse. - Memorial to the death of An Tuen

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I find that you are really a breath of fresh air in the so-called dark world. In short, I like your books very much.

When will the protagonist's memory be restored?