I Am Truly the Son of Destiny

Tang Monk stretched out his palms and looked up to the sky and laughed: Hahahaha! I'm the chief! Zhu Bajie smiled with a big belly: Haha, I am tall, rich and handsome! Sha Seng pinched his beard and smiled: I have a big beard, a big beard! At this time, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with golden light and he said: Could it be that I am the grandson!

Take you home and watch the sunset with you! I will spend my whole life with you drinking and singing with you! How long is life? Can Qin Xianer be with me for the rest of my life? I love you just because I'm in love with you!

I was also a fan of Doudou's last book. I originally wanted to read it, but unfortunately after reading it for a while, I found out that it has been removed from the shelves. This book is not bad. I hope Miss Doudou will work hard to update it. Come on

Don't be fooled, this book was copied! ! ! Really, I saw it in Xinhua Dictionary, these words are there, but the order is different! ! ! ? [Emot=default,24/]

Wearing the skin of a villain, he does the same things as an ordinary protagonist. There is no awareness at all of what a villain should do. He is always seeing women off, the women around the protagonist, or he is on the way to seeing women off. The villain should be domineering, calm, and decisive in killing, not just picking things up (just know how to use women to get things). This is not a villain at all.

I like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the return date, I still like you very much, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth, Until death, I still like you very much, like the sunshine filling the sky and the earth, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like a whale Sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, being extremely mad and 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 deprived of oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, never tired of it. I still like you very much, like a subject, etc. Until the restoration of the dynasty is far away, I still like you very much. The willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, and the sunset is ebbing. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much. Like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you. I 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 the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you, like a shrew scolding the street. , No matter what, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green emerald green flowers, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, endless, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying snow and falling rain, I still like you very much You are like a flying crow attached to a fish in the sea. It is difficult to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why I still like you very much. Like a noisy secret. Even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much. Like the begonia in the garden that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns. Alternately, 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, blurred by neon, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. I like you, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, the softness disperses, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, a glance thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix, I still like you very much when I am lovesick, like the spring night red I am dreaming without a breath, and I am afraid that I still like you very much. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the channel. Like the clouds and smoke that turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. Despite all the difficulties, I still like you very much. Like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer. Even if they are not as good as you, I still like you very much. Like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, I still like you very much as the years pass by. Like the sky full of shooting stars falling to the ground and the wanton fireworks, I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the reef again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the wind whispering in my ears, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like Xiaxiaya ya A child learning to speak, I still like you very much even if my words don't convey my meaning. Like the chirping of a zither in the rain. Why don't I go back and I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable babble in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. , I don't know, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, I still like you very much without stopping, like the cliff flattening and the whole forest regenerated, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piling up on the ground, I am an old friend thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like Stars and waves are playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much without complaining, just like the old opera excerpts in the old city. I still like you very much with gentle words, just like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced. Like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like Hongdou dimly, lovesickly. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, the palace and the business angle. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life. I like Sister Doudou's articles [Manual dog head to save life]

Your plot feels a lot like Wu Dong Qian Kun, but it's not bad. It just feels weird about emotions. Women are not goods. I hope this kind of plot won't happen in the future. Villains also have emotions. Without emotions, they are not human.

When I saw Chapter 47, I was completely confused. The two protagonists are almost the same as the settings of Wu Dong Qiankun, Lin Dong, and the great master Mu Chen. I looked at the catalog later, and there was another one: You are going to bring all the protagonists of Tiantan Potato together!

This is a typo correction building. Sometimes mistakes that are not checked out by carelessness are all corrected by everyone, and the format is corrected: typos in chapters, that paragraph, that word. I hope everyone will find faults more often and try to make sure there is not a single typo in the entire text. Thank you everyone!

I read this book, and it is somewhat similar to the plot of Wu Dong Qian Kun, except that the protagonist has been changed.