He Daqing was reborn in 1951, and at the beginning he was lying on the white widow's bed.
Worried that he would follow the same old path, he prepared to run away, but he awakened to the system of selling everything.
"Anything without an owner can be sold? Then who does this quilt belong to?"
I casually sold White Widow's pants, and the system rewarded me with god-level cooking skills and Bajiquan!
Silly Zhu has not yet become a licking dog, Qin Huairu has not yet entered the door, and Yi Zhonghai has not yet put on the mask of hypocrisy.
He Daqing sneered: In this life, let's see who can still fill the courtyard!
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Come on, author, come on
Not bad! Keep up the good work!
A superb work with a unique style on the courtyard theme. I haven't seen such a beautiful Chuan Si in a long time. Come on.