Quick Travel Villain's Rules for Doing Good

Others: You said that the flowers bloomed that year, and they were so gorgeous that they confused your eyes. Later, the fragrance of the flowers dissipated, the flowers sang, and the dead people were buried. You said, I hope the sunshine is gentle, the breeze is not dry, and the time is quiet good Later, it rained, the cold wind blew, and the years were rough. "I advise you not to be drunk in front of flowers. This year the flowers will fade. Next year they will fade and your head will turn gray." You said, on this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms were correspondingly red. Later, I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze You said, if life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted with a fan? Later, it was easy to change the old man's heart, but he said that the old man's heart was easy to change. "How many times can we meet again in several lifetimes and laugh for hundreds of years?" You said, last year on Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day; the willows in the moonlight Head, make an appointment after dusk Later, on the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and the lamp were still there; they disappeared. People, tears fill the sleeves of spring shirts You said that people in the past had gone on the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. Later, the yellow crane left and never returned, and the white clouds were empty for thousands of years. You said, after a hundred years of solitude, you will finally find true love Later, he abandoned his wife and children and fell in love with her appearance. You said, traveling across mountains and rivers just to meet again after a long separation Later, the city became prosperous, but my heart was lost and unfaithful. You said that your original intention remains unchanged and you will depend on me for life and death. Later, after traveling far away and never returning, all that was left was the ridiculous oath You said, praying to Buddha for thousands of years, just for a sudden glance Later, after a period of secular life, I forgot my obsessions My 💕 I still like you, like spring seeds breaking through the soil, unyielding I still like you, like the scorching sun in summer, as passionate as fire, never extinguished I still like you, like the fallen leaves in autumn returning to their roots, never leaving you I still like you, like the white snow covering the earth in winter, endless I still like you, like the sun, moon and stars, forever I still like you, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night I still like you, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night I still like you, like a cardiac arrest, unable to breathe I still like you, like the green grass burning the green ridge, there is no doubt I still like you, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting I still like you, like the afterglow before sunset, I can't bear to leave I still like you, like snow raging across the earth, boundless I still like you, like the sun shining on the earth, gentle and comfortable I still like you, like youth that amazes time, looking forward to meeting you I still like you, like the blue sky and the green water waves, reflecting the beauty's figure I still like you, like the stars, spring water, spring flowers, autumn moon, the past is still in my heart I still like you, like the blue sky with stars, white clouds, and memories of old times filling the sky I still like you, like the anti-Malabi Han Code, carved with love and sorrow I still like you, standing tall like a sphinx, guarding you for thousands of years I still like you, just like Xuanzong's jade ring makes a vow, and the Chinese Valentine's Day laughs at morning glory I still like you, just like when Lu You and Tang Wan had a hairpin and a phoenix, they made an alliance with each other with a brocade book I still like you, just like Zhou Lang and Xiao Qiao, who feel happy when they say goodbye, I will still have you in my heart when I die. I still like you, just like when we agreed next month to go to Hanlin together I still like you, like a noisy secret, a thousand words I still like you, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining I still like you, the spring rain falls eight hundred miles away, pattering I still like you, like snow that spreads endlessly over the earth. What's cool is me and what's beautiful is you. I still like you, like the wind that has traveled eighty thousand miles, regardless of the date of return I still like you, like a whale starving for oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, never getting tired of it I still like you, like a serious illness caused by fatigue, no medicine or stone can cure it I still like you, like the old city gate that has been waiting for an old friend for many years, standing alone I still like you, like a clear lotus in front of the Buddha, still in the mortal world, with a crazy thought I still like you, like Chang'e and Siyi in the Jiuchong Palace, and the lonely chair on the jade railing I still like you, like 10,000 pills of Tushita Taibai elixir, I don't understand Siyi I still like you, like the vast waves of the sea, and the beauty of the sky I still like you, like the willows moving, the cicadas chirping, the sun rising and setting, I can't help myself I still like you, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away I still like you, like the decaying autumn leaves and withered vines in my hometown, we will never see you again I still like you, like a white cloud rising above the sunset, forever and ever I still like you, like a yellowed passage in a story that has lost its voice I still like you, shining like stars in the lonely sky, not afraid of loneliness I still like you, like the Gesang flower blooming in Tibet, from generation to generation I still like you, like sand flying freely between my fingers, at the end of my soul I still like you, like a falling star, without any scruples I still like you, like a moth to a flame, I never tire of it I still like you, like a kite with its string cut off, so infatuated and angry I still like you, like a dark alley, too narrow and endless I still like you, like fishing in a deserted city, confusing I still like you, like the story in a yellowed book, the handwriting is still clear I still like you, like clouds condensed into raindrops, drop by drop I still like you, like the melting rain in the sky, every bit of it is vivid in my mind I still like you, like the begonias in the courtyard that fall and bloom again and again. I still like you, like the snow on the mountain peak, no matter how the world changes, it still remains pure I still like you, just like the earth revolving around the sun, regardless of the cycle I still like you, like the swaying branches of spring and autumn, tireless I still like you, like thick fog that stretches thousands of miles without knowing where to go I still like you, like a puppet abandoned by its master, only sighing I still like you, like the old opera in the old city, gentle and soft-spoken I still like you, like a tired bird returning to the forest and a whale heading to the sea, it's natural I still like you, like Qingcheng Mountain with smoke and grass, only memories remain I still like you, like a Trojan horse spinning to pursue each other, wholeheartedly I still like you, like solving geometry test questions, I don't know why I still like you, like the haze that spreads day and night, never seeing the light of day I still like you, like a dandelion floating away without ever resting I still like you, like a babbling child whose words don't express what he means I still like you, like my left eye watching your right eye shed tears, never leaving you I still like you, like a street lamp standing alone in the dark night, not knowing how lonely you are I still like you, like a bird flying back to the north, I won't return thousands of miles away I still like you, like the weeds after the fire sets off the prairie fire, they keep growing and growing I still like you, just like when we turn back time and we meet again, it's far away I still like you, like a stalagmite wanting to kiss the earth, out of reach I still like you, like the rain falling eight meters, it's hard to cover the water I still like you, like a fire burning eight hectares, starting a prairie fire I still like you, like snow falling continuously for 800 million years I still like you, like the long white snow that never melts, waiting for you without deception I still like you, like the blue sky and loess blending into a dream, lingering in my soul I still like you, like a maple leaf falling into the earth, I love you so much I still like you, like the reincarnation of Sha Tuo, regardless of day and night I still like you, like Shahua, who is stubborn and independent, even in my heart I still like you, like a silent oak tree by the roadside, not afraid of shadows I still like you, like the stone gate in the alley is closed, just for you I still like you, like the misty drizzle on the West Lake, why not be confused I still like you, like a silent shell on the seabed, you don't know I still like you, like snow drifting into a painting, showing all kinds of pity for you I still like you, like a poem I have drafted a million times before I put it to pen I still like you, just like the last stroke of the hairpin, I miss you so much I still like you, like sin? +Cos? , Consistently I still like you, just like thousands of lights in Chang'an city, holding flowers and waiting quietly, just waiting for one person to come and pick them up I still like you, like the glitz and vicissitudes passing through my eyebrows, drowning three thousand people, waiting for the return of one person I still like you, just like the painting is not elegant, the eyebrows are full, leaving only one person to reminisce I still like you, just like the small characters on the red paper written in ink, the love is inexhaustible, and the heart of a person is sent from afar I still like you, like the screen is full of desolation and depression, no trace can be found, and I am left alone to continue. I still like you, just like when the clock rings and the house shuts down, there are thousands of poems to write about, but you accompany me to rise up I still like you, like the silent stars and rising waves, the shadow of the East China Sea, I said I would look for you I still like you, like the white snow between my eyebrows, still sleeping on Nanke, I still can't forget you I still like you, like a begonia without fragrance and an actor's ruthlessness. When you leave, the tea is cool, and you smile helplessly and sigh. My world, you have written it for me Listen, the wind, dust and quicksand. Wake up from the dream and listen to the snow world The dream has been hidden in the ice for many years A cold song, frost and clouds, a cup of wine flowing down the strings of the piano Falling in love before the broken bridge The lonely boat follows the waves, and the people also sleep forever Gucheng dust vessel dances with long smoke At dusk, the shadowless green mountains and the empty wilderness appear. Fantasy poetry Butterflies dance in the clouds, willow buds flow southward along the light water of the river The heart of the lamp shadow sighs, the bright wrist flows like bright light The light rain scene in Zimo reminds me of the end of the world Looking up at the sky, the lonely soul gently pulls the dust and sand The sigh of prehistoric times fell down the cliff The dream of spring is traceless, the flowers are flying in the wind, and the wanderers on both sides of the Xiang River return home. The sighs of the chopsticks are clear, the painting is elegant, the clouds are moving, the solitary duck is laughing and chatting with the world. Blue willows weeping in Jinghu Lake Jun Yi promises not to return Yan Yiren is drunk in this life The bright wrists are swaying, the frost, snow, mist and rain are in front of the dusty clothes. The fishing boat returns to the shore and sleeps quietly Accompanied by sand gulls and brocade scales Cherish the illusion of life and disillusionment in the world, like water, it is hard to recall The ending of the dream brings tears to my eyes. The vague memory of the ancient times, Have you and I arrived? The floating pavilion sings at night, the night curtain whispers, people are annihilated The stars and moon ebb and flow, the wind and mist, the flowers bloom and fade, the setting sun bids farewell Shenwu Kunlun Xiaoruo God Realm Jianghu is far away from the heart The cool breeze in the deep courtyard frightens the dream, carrying broken words and foolish words, fishing for snow in the pavilion Qianxue Hongyun's love words still remain in my mind during the Pinellia of that year Only the shadow smiles without saying a word and sings coldly as the rain falls and the rainbow light slants slightly The breeze blows away the wine and enters the sad intestines. In this life, I am drunk with fine dust and colorful clouds. Red leaves fall, frost blooms fall Toast together in the wind and snow The golden cup sighs at the waxing and waning moon, hugs the water bank and looks at the autumn water. The dream of reincarnation is filled with snow and dust The stars are sinking in the song of remnants of string dance

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I am number one on the weekly and overall lists, and the number one on the monthly list is our family's Qing Mo.

Dear, I hope there is a world where the heroine can dress as a boy, a real boy! And then having a laugh with the male protagonist, the one with the female protagonist on top, oh, that's so obscene, 😌😌😌😌 compete with each other, compete with each other

Oh, there will be a PK tomorrow. Is there any cutie alive? Let's stir up all the recommendation votes and book reviews, and then try our best to read them on QQ. For PK, for updates, for Afu. (*￣3￣)╭♡❀The little flowers will hit you

First of all, heroines like Boss Zhou Ning are my favorite strong women in the past two years. The boss created by Formosa is strong yet gentle, calm and even cold, but patient and dedicated to his partner. It can be said that he is the ideal type in every girl's mind (hey, something seems a little strange?). Some people may think that the male protagonist is a bit weak or... Naive? How can a boy act coquettishly and show weakness like a girl? But I think there is no distinction between men and women when it comes to loving and caring for your partner or being coquettish to your partner. A person acts coquettishly and shows weakness to his partner because he can let himself go without any pretense in front of his partner, and throw himself wholeheartedly into his partner's arms (who is not a baby yet). On the other hand, girls take the wrong script and protect, pamper and pamper boys because of the mentality of "you are my heart, my liver, my sweet baby, I just want to give you the best and the safest home" (of course I think there is still a hint of motherly love radiating😎). Especially in the world of female heroes (there should be some protection of the weak by the strong), as a world that is completely opposite to that of male heroes (such as boys), this feeling, how can I put it... I want to hold her carefully in the palm of my hand, take good care of her, comfort her, and pamper her!

Afufu, is this article finished? I have been saving articles, and have saved more than a hundred chapters. When I read it today, I suddenly saw the finale! Is this true? Really? Really? Is it really over?

Afu, looking at you Kavin every day makes me feel a little tired. <(￣3￣)>Hmph! In fact, I just dislike you for not updating enough, but I also know that the free period cannot be longer. Sure enough, the baby is still suitable for the process of raising a child. (*￣3￣)╭♡❀The little flowers will hit you

Afu, I'm still not your favorite cutie.

I just saw my 18th place, and I thought Afu had more than 10 more helmsmen. Later I found out it was another number. It turned out that I was overthinking it.