Become a God from Siberia

I have read every book by the author. Judging from the current situation, it is basically cool. . . Sprinkle flowers. . . Let's all say goodbye at the end.

Is it male or female? . . . . . . . . .

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, 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, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, 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 The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. 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.

Everyone knows what happened on January 23, so the author has three possible scenarios: 1: Eunuch 2: Isolation 3: Sacrifice

It's pretty good, but why hasn't it been updated in five days? I'm still preparing to be a eunuch when I'm on leave. I need to tell you something, otherwise I'd be scrolling through it every day and seeing that there's no update. It's quite annoying.

Looking for a wife, of course a rich woman can do it.

The leader of a unit is named Hu Buzi, and he likes to use a calligraphy pen to sign: Agreed, Hu Buzi! If you don't agree, it's a no-brainer! One sign lasts for more than ten years. Once I was seen by a calligraphy enthusiast after signing a calligraphy, and he was shocked! You don't have decades of skill to write such good calligraphy. Then you took the signed calligraphy to colleagues in the association for appreciation. They all praised him and praised him as a hidden calligraphy master. Later, Hu Buzi became more and more famous and participated in various calligraphy appreciation activities. Whenever someone asked Master Hu, what do you think of this calligraphy, he nodded and said nothing. This style makes people feel that Master Hu is more profound. The more sophisticated you are, the greater your reputation will be. He even visited Japan with the Calligraphy Association to participate in calligraphy evaluation activities. When the event came to an end, he nodded and smiled as usual, showing a superior attitude. As a result, the host suddenly came up with the idea that since all the masters came from thousands of miles away, why not leave a piece of their work and hang it in the exhibition hall as a souvenir for everyone. After finishing speaking, everyone agreed and started writing after a while. Some wrote Tang poetry and some wrote about Sino-Japanese friendship. The atmosphere was very lively. After a while it was Hu Buzi's turn. Hu BuZi stood in front of the desk, sweating on his forehead, and the hand holding the pen was trembling slightly. He thought to himself: I don't know any calligraphy. Why am I pretending to be cool when I have nothing to do? Do you want me to write consent, Hu BuZi? Now it's better, the shame will be thrown abroad. I stood there thinking about it, thinking over and over again, tossing and turning, and was about to close my eyes and pretend to have heat stroke, when suddenly an idea flashed in my mind. Hu Buzi has been a leader for more than ten years. He calmed down in an instant and smiled at everyone around him. Everyone, since I have come to your country, of course I have to leave a work behind. But I think the previous masters have already written the classic sentences I want to write, so there is no point in writing anymore. Instead of this, I improvised poems based on Chinese and Japanese texts, and I present them to you. After saying that, he picked up his pen and wrote: The same word means "disagree", and the word "agree" means different words. The words have different meanings, and the words have different meanings. ---Hu Buzi When writing, it is called neat, and when moving, it is called free and unrestrained. Nonsense, a few words written over more than ten years. Got fooled by him again

I really like this book, but~~~where the hell did the author go? ? I've just written so much and I'm a eunuch again! ! Don't let me know your location, be careful when sending you the blade👹👹👹

It's a good book. Maybe the author is from Wuhan, so I stopped updating it now.

I guess the author has also been quarantined, how pitiful! ! !