Proving the Dao Through Poetry in a Fantasy City
玄幻都市之诗歌证道
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God TM: The Sword of the River Comes from the Sky, which primary school student has played too many mentally retarded games?
Got the author!!! Quick!!!! Get the rope on the first floor, boil water in the pot on the second floor, prepare firewood on the third floor, prepare salt, oil, sauce, and vinegar on the fourth floor. Hey, why are you taking off your pants on the fifth floor? This cannot be done! No day! The sixth floor stopped the fifth floor, and the seventh floor called up to the eighth floor to carry the author together! Careful! He bites, he bites! Come on the ninth floor and shut his mouth. The tenth floor has set up the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, and after the eleventh floor has finished working in the kitchen, the twelfth floor will help the eleventh floor kill the author. Thirteenth Floor, Hey, Thirteenth Floor, why are you cutting the author's rope? Hello! Stop it! The author ran away! The author was let go by the 13th floor! Quick chase on the 14th and 15th floors, 13 dragons were tied to me on the 16th and 17th floors, saying why did you let the author go, what? The author slept with you. Did you hear it on the fifth floor? The author is already with someone.
Author: Your wife and your mother were so awesome last night. You grabbed my dick and refused to let me go. Your wife's pussy was wrinkled by my fucking. Hehe, you don't need to thank me.
Three Hundred Tang Poems: Is the Sword of the River Coming from the Sky? Have you used too many pesticides?
The pretentiousness in the early stage was too much, and the more I looked at the back, I always felt that I was not in the mood.
When I saw that old witch asking for his arm, I didn't want to watch anymore.
It looked so embarrassing at the beginning
Like a **. The writing is confusing.
Reading this book makes me feel like I'm mentally retarded
My head hurts from looking at it. It's okay. It's just typos in me, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder**