Everything I Breathe Out Is Spiritual Energy

Untie Zhang Ziyi, hold Lin Xinru in hand, erect the huge ancient cock, apply Zhang Xueyou, insert Songzu's vagina, first pose Sun Yanzi, and then Liang Yongqi, feel the Liu is slippery, fuck until almost dawn, ejaculate Zhang Bo's juice, if you don't like it after watching it, Liang Chaowei will forever be withered.

Get a cultivation secret book, then put the plastic bag on your head and tie it. The spiritual energy you exhale will be sucked back by yourself...

For research on slices, as long as the protagonist is alive, chop off the hands and feet, cut off the tongue to prevent suicide, study carefully to see if there is anything wrong, and promote the development of all mankind.

In a world where food is scarce, a beggar suddenly has endless food to produce. How do you think other people will treat him??? Human nature is the hardest thing to understand. Don't write it too well. The protagonist is so egg-shaped but has no strength. A strong person who has not grown up is just a piece of stuff, a walking recyclable treasure of heaven and earth. Whoever sees him will mess with you, otherwise you are a god! Talking about the way of heaven, does the way of heaven have feelings? Will he protect you? Apart from anything else, if I were Tiandao and swallowed the protagonist immediately, would your physique be inferior to Tiandao?

It's so merciful. I captured the protagonist, raised him in captivity, bled him, convulsed him, ate his meat, and pawned it as a treasure. If he couldn't get it, he would destroy it. What was he writing? Is the world so kind and harmonious?

Wouldn't it be better to put a plastic bag on your head to absorb the fragrance yourself?

Why choose to win over? Wouldn't it be better to be imprisoned?

The cigarette fell in love with the finger, but the finger gave the cigarette to the lips. The cigarette kissed the lips, but the heart gave to the lungs. The lungs thought they got the sincerity of the cigarette, but they didn't know that they hurt themselves! Is it the betrayal of the fingers that makes the smoke so passionate, or is it the greed of the lips that makes the lungs sad... Life is like smoke, and the years leave no trace. The smoke is passionate, but it burns itself to only ashes...

Cut off the limbs, hypnotize them, or directly transform them into a vegetative state. It would be great to put them in the sect. If you have nothing to do, you can still study the principles.

I wonder if ordinary people can master hypnosis, shouldn't extraordinary people first make a few master-servant contracts, two or three sets of charm spells, and modify hundreds of millions of memories? At the end of the day, everyone is useless. Whoever grabs it will fly to the sky immediately.