Rakshasa Street: The Hidden Marquis

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, lowered my head deeply, silently turned off my phone, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Nongfu Spring, held it tightly in my hand, and walked slowly to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my mood, heavy, very heavy. Gradually, it began to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision is blurred. I don't know whether it was me crying or it was raining heavily, maybe both, but I felt even more melancholy. I can no longer suppress the emotions inside me. He opened the window and shouted out the window: Who are you looking down on in just a few chapters? ! ! !

Why do you want me to wait? Why! You are so cruel. Do you know that your unfinished article will make me sleepless all night long? Thinking about how long I have to wait, I wake up in the middle of the night. My hands and feet are cold. I want to struggle but I have no strength. It feels like a big hole has been drilled into my heart. Do you care? You don't care, you only care about yourself, just like you don't care that there is no lion in the lion's head and no wife in the wife cake, you also don't care about me waiting until I'm going crazy! ! !

Author, I have a question, in your novel, will Yu be resurrected in the later stages of his imprisonment?

Hurry up, hurry up, remember to end

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It can be beautiful and exciting

It can be very interesting

Very good, beginning and end

The spirit of a young man is there, and he is a capable person wherever he goes.

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