The ruins are bathed in the setting sun, and the shortcomings are also perfect!
'Your name is Wang Da? This name is so funny! '
'I, Li Lingyue, should not take such a path! '
'Woof woof woof! Woo~'
'Master, the little rich man wants lots and lots of big cakes! '
'Master, run away... Quickly'
'Master Wang~Thank you very much'
'Wang Da, you can't let Xiao Man down! '
'Husband, I am satisfied with this life...'
Wang Da, who was lying on the wicker chair, had been dreaming about the past recently. Looking back on this life, the person he wanted to protect left him, and he failed to do what he promised his master. Looking at the tomb next to him, Xiaoman, I am coming to accompany you~
on the cliff,
The wind howls,
The little rich man's robe made a rustling sound.
His body looked so small in the shadow cast by the golden-scaled dragon, but he straightened his back stubbornly.
The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his pale cheeks, but his eyes were brighter than ever.
"I am a defiant person, so how can I be afraid of wind and snow!"
"Master, were you like this at that time?"
The locust flower fell into the mud...
Reader comments
The book is still a good book, the characters are emotionally delicate, and the plot has ups and downs and is fascinating. But when I saw that Xiao Fugui was written to death, I left.
The book is still a good book, the characters are emotionally delicate, and the plot has ups and downs and is fascinating. But when I saw that Xiao Fugui was written to death, I left.