Infinite Evolution, Death Train, Resistance Ability, Mental Hospital Killing God, Young and Old, Southeast, System, and other things that are not annoying to watch.
The first one is about a lover who didn't run away, the second one is about three time travels, and the first two were just about right when someone robbed me of my identity [laughing and crying] [laughing and crying], both are completed.
💥Super beautiful [Like] The book is 7 years old. I personally rate this book 10 points. It is really beautiful [Like] The author's writing is sophisticated, the plot twists and turns, the characters are three-dimensional and full, the pace is not slow or hasty, the description of the supporting characters is full and delicate, the chapters are wonderful, a very classic and long-lasting book, a rare good article in Tomato...
🔥🔥🔥This book made me laugh so hard, I seriously doubt that the author is going to laugh me to death, just inherit my flower! Wow wow wow! 🔥🔥🔥The over-the-top celebrity Li Lu is about to quit the industry, but unexpectedly received an invitation from the hottest star to love a variety show. ⭐️The five extremely talented female guests turned out to be all ex-girlfriends who dumped themselves. [Laughing evilly][laughing evilly] The starting point is Shura Field! ! It's terrible! ! 🍁Watch how Lao Liu resolves the crisis and call him affectionate Lao Liu from now on! ! I'm really going to laugh out loud! ! Hahaha
You have to rely on your conscience when recommending books, right? I don't understand. How long I have to recommend books depends on my time. Time is useful, so why do I need the police? I have three numbers. I read the oldest Tomato app as soon as it came out. Is it interesting? Come and read the books I recommend! You want to be invincible. There are stories! The protagonist is a tough guy in the upper world. In the lower world, even his trousers are god-level defensive treasures! He also has countless women! If you want apocalyptic stories, there are them too. It's not a saint, it's not wisdom, and it's absolutely passionate! Anyway, I've collected all kinds of them. It doesn't look good if you mess with me.
It's not a complete book, but it's still readable, but the updates are too slow. Sometimes one chapter is updated in a few days. But the story is relatively novel, especially the front part, which is quite interesting.
(Whether it is friendship, love or family, it is very delicately written. I have a feeling that this novel will be very popular. The writing is very good. The male protagonist seems to be able to see through everything. He knows that the female protagonist is another person and another soul. I feel sorry for them. They all want to be happy. At the beginning, the author wanted to write be, but the author was cured. Thank you to the author for giving two little bitter gourds a perfect ending. I guarantee you are an angel. The author of "Heng on the Branch" is completed by Zhongshu Jun. Ancient language imagination, ancient romance, time travel, system, HE, Shuangjie [Princess of Diao type × Qing Leng Guoshi] [Two-way testing·Extreme pull·Shuangjie·HE·His selfishness is always only for her]) She doesn't want the sincerity of a rotten person, she wants the selfishness of a saint. When Shen Heng is transformed into a sickly princess, Shen Heng gets a lot of panic. The system told her that if she wanted to survive, she should go to the most dangerous man in the strategy book - Northern Xinjiang National Master Xun Zhuo. This man was so wise that he almost seemed like a monster, he was devoid of love and desire, he killed people like crazy, and finally died in an unknown manner. He was a standard short-lived, beautiful, powerful, and miserable person. Shen Heng smiled: Two cannon fodders come together as a pair, no one should dislike the other. At the palace banquet, she broke the jar and asked for marriage in public. He remained motionless, as if watching an unreasonable child. Shen Heng didn't take it seriously. She tried her best to get closer, but he retreated step by step. Shen Heng gritted his teeth: This man is too difficult to deal with! The little prince of Northern Xinjiang raised his hand silently: Well... Didn't you realize that our Imperial Master has been conniving? Shen Heng:??? She turned her head and glanced at the handsome man with an expressionless face sitting in the banquet. Shen Heng (Cao Cao face): Impossible, absolutely impossible. [The purpose of this book: The remaining lives are equal to each other, and the wind and snow are on the same road. Two people who were sentenced to death by fate, each holding on to their remaining lives, stood side by side in the wind and snow, splitting a glimmer of hope. Living is not about fighting because there is hope; it is because you fight that you have hope. "Don't be afraid, Heng'er." He called her by her nickname. Heng'er. Only her family calls her that. Her father called her this, her mother called her this, and her brother called her this. "Brother will take you home." The boy carried her on his back. His left arm was so injured that he could hardly lift it, and blood was still oozing from the arrow wound on his shoulder, but he lifted Shen Heng up, supported her with his still mobile right hand, and walked out step by step. His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself or hypnotizing her. "Don't sleep, Heng'er. I'll take you home." "I still have your favorite osmanthus cake at home. I didn't take it with me when I left. It will be broken when I get back." "Smell it, the osmanthus flowers are blooming. Do you smell it? The smell of osmanthus." He carried all the heavy, hot, and unbearable things on his fourteen-year-old shoulders, and his back was straight without bending. But he never cried out about pain or suffering, and he never told anyone how long he knelt in front of his parents' souls and cried on that snowy night. He left all the tenderness to his sister and all the hardness to himself. Shen Heng's consciousness began to rise. The fragments of memory receded from all directions like an ebbing tide. The battlefield, dungeon, fire, wind and snow, all the images began to gradually blur. She thought about one thing in her mind. In the previous life, Shen Lin died. He died in the enemy's plan, died in the villain's frame-up, and died on the border that he had guarded for half his life. In this life, she wants to keep him alive. Live well. When Shen Heng opened his eyes, he found that his face was wet. She reached out and touched it, and her fingertips were stained with still warm tears. It turns out that when she remembered it, she cried. Shen Heng turned over and buried his face in the pillow, not getting up in a hurry. Her chest began to feel tight again, but this time she didn't feel uncomfortable. A sword light cracked like ice, tearing apart the night. That sword came too fast. As he approached, Shen Heng saw only a silver-white afterimage, breaking through the air from the depths of darkness. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be frozen into fine ice crystals. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhao Yunxu's throat without any hesitation. Zhao Yunxu's expression suddenly changed. At the critical moment, he let go of Shen Heng and retreated several feet, barely avoiding the sword. The tip of the sword grazed his face towel, and a thin slit was cut in the black cloth, revealing the tight jawline underneath. Shen Heng fell from mid-air, and the feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively close her eyes. But the expected impact didn't come. She fell into an arm, and the man caught her steadily with one hand, and held a sword in front of him with the other hand. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a light blue cold light flowed on the sword, like a pool of frozen autumn water. She looked up. The person who caught her was wearing a black robe, and his figure was as slender as a pine tree. His face was also covered with black veil, only his eyes were exposed. They were a pair of amber eyes, as clear as two glass beads soaked in moonlight in the darkness, cold, calm, and bottomless. The moonlight fell on his brow bone, outlining a cold and frosty arc. There was a very light breath about him, like the frost that had fallen on the cedars overnight, mixed with the coldness of the glacier water in the far north. Shen Heng stared at those eyes blankly, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. It's him. She walked faster today than yesterday, her skirt was in the wind as she walked through the corridor, her goose-yellow robes were fluttering behind her, and her whole figure looked like a bird that had just been released from its cage. Chunyuan hugged the food box and chased after her until she reached the corridor outside Xunzhuo's room before catching up with her. Shen Heng crossed the threshold. The afternoon sun shone brightly throughout the room, and the shadows of the window lattice fell on the ground one by one, like a pale golden chessboard. As soon as she entered, she noticed that the house had changed. It's not that the furniture and furnishings have changed, it's that the atmosphere has changed. There's a little more freshness that shouldn't belong in this dull room. The calligraphy and painting were hung in the most upright position on the wall, and the picture of Xuehou Mountain Temple hung above the low couch. The light ink color of the artistic conception was not inconsistent with the original simplicity of the room. The tea set was placed on the low table by the window. The celadon glaze was as warm as jade in the sunlight. The angle of the cups and cups had obviously been carefully adjusted by someone. Several small sandalwood puppets stood side by side in the upper left corner of the desk, and a group of majestic northern Xinjiang warriors with different postures, some holding scimitars, and some pulling bows and arrows. The copper incense burner was placed in the right corner of the desk. Incense was added to the burner at some point, and a wisp of very light white smoke was rising from the burner. The smell was clear and calm. Shen Heng stood at the door and looked around, the corners of his mouth raised, feeling very proud. This person said, "Princess, don't worry, I don't have anything I like," but in the end, he put out all the things she gave her. The puppets were not lost, the calligraphy and paintings were not packed at the bottom of the box, and the tea sets were not given away. They were all placed in the most conspicuous positions, and even the angles were carefully arranged. This person is really awkward. What he says and what he does are completely different. Xun Zhuo's eyes paused on the envelope for a moment. The peach blossom print is very light, and the print on the plain white paper looks like a small petal falling on the snow. He lowered his head and turned another page of the book, his voice calm as usual. "Put it on the table." Su Yeyiyan put the letter in the corner of the desk, next to the small sandalwood puppets. The plain white envelope lay there quietly, standing side by side with a row of majestic puppets, as if waiting in line for something. He turned a page of the book. Those twisted ancient texts flowed before his eyes. He read half a page, and then found that he had not read a word. He put the book on the table, tapped the spine with his slender fingers, and his eyes finally fell on the letter. The peach blossom print on the envelope was slightly translucent by the afternoon light. The seal was tightly sealed with wax and the corners were neat. He picked up the letter, paused with his fingertips on the seal for a moment, and then opened it. Inside is a thick stack of letter paper. It's not the delicate folding method of folding it in half and then folding it in half again, it's folded casually, and some of the creases are crooked. The beginning of the first piece of paper is very neat. "The national master personally initiated it." The second line starts to go astray. "I was locked up at home by my brother. He didn't let me go out. He had to accompany me wherever I went. If he couldn't accompany me, I wouldn't be allowed to go. I promised him that I would just go to Honglu Temple to take classes. He said he could teach whatever classes He Lanzhe could teach. Then he told me about Liangzhou's city defense layout all day long..." The corner of Xun Zhuo's mouth moved very slightly. The handwriting on the second piece of paper was a little more sloppy than the first, and the ink was darker and lighter. "Suye comes to deliver the medicine on time every day, rain or shine. My brother has not tried the medicine since the first day he asked the imperial doctor to test it. The prescription you asked the imperial doctor Huyan to prescribe really works. I don't cough now, and I don't breathe when I walk anymore. Today After playing shuttlecock in the yard for half an hour, Chun Yuan said, "Princess, please slow down and stop falling. I said I can't. I'm in good health now. Thank you. This sentence is not polite, it is sincere." The handwriting on the third piece of paper was even more scrawled. "I was counting weeds in the yard today, and when I reached the thirteenth one, I suddenly thought of a question. What do you like to eat? Last time you said you didn't like eating deer hearts, so I'll say goodbye next time. Don't tell me anymore, 'Princess, you don't have to worry about it.' The fourth piece of paper only has a few lines of words, and the handwriting is neater than the first three. It seems that I hesitated for a while before writing, and then revised it repeatedly after writing. "I heard from Chun Yuan today that the winter in Northern Xinjiang is much colder than in the capital. I used to be afraid of the cold because my body was weak, and my hands and feet would be cold in winter, and I couldn't warm myself up even after drinking several soups. But now I'm in better health, and I shouldn't be afraid anymore. When I get to Northern Xinjiang, please take me to see the Snow God Mountain. I've read in a book that the snow in Snow God Mountain never melts all year round, and the snow lotus on the top of the mountain will shine. I want to go and see it." The letter ends here. There was no signature, no seal, and the corners of the last piece of paper were torn crookedly. She probably felt that the writing was not good and wanted to tear it up, but she didn't want to. Xun Zhuo stacked the letters one by one, folded them back according to the original creases, and put them into the envelope. Then he put the envelope on the desk and pressed it lightly with his fingers. He thought of her lying on the table writing a letter. He probably tilted his head, wrote a few lines and then stopped to rub his fingers. If she stood in front of him now, she would be like a chirping little sparrow, saying these words again with her mouth, saying more brokenly than what was written on the paper, her eyes shining brightly when she said the happy part. He put the letter in the left drawer of the desk. She looked at the mountains and forests in the distance and sighed. "A Gu, your national master is really difficult to deal with." A Gu slowed down in chewing cakes, tilted his head, and a subtle light flashed in his reddish-brown eyes. Shen Heng continued. "Your Imperial Master always has the same expression no matter how happy or angry he is. When he gives him something, he says that the princess doesn't need to bother. When talking to him, he can answer no more than three words. When he beat him once at chess, he had a smile in his eyes, but then turned around and kept a straight face." She tried everything, but he was like a snow-capped mountain, unable to climb up. A Gu swallowed the last piece of osmanthus cake, licked the crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at her. His expression suddenly became a little hesitant, as if something was going around in his stomach several times and he didn't know whether he should say it or not. Shen Heng was just thinking about how to express that he needed Ah Gu's help in future strategies, when he heard Ah Gu move the little horse next to her towards her, then took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice with determination to tell the truth. "Sister, let me tell you something. Don't tell the Imperial Master that I said it." "What's the matter?" Shen Heng also lowered his voice and followed his example and moved closer. A Gu looked around again to make sure there was no one around, then lowered his voice and spoke. "I saw the Imperial Preceptor put blood in the medicine you drink every day. He put it in every day. I secretly saw it in the small cubicle behind the Imperial Preceptor's room." The Imperial Preceptor took a small silver knife and cut his wrist. The blood dripped into the medicine bowl, and then he tied up the wound. The movements were very skillful and it didn't look like the first time. There were scars all over his wrists, one after another, the old and new ones were combined together, it was shocking to see. A Gu said he was so frightened that he almost pushed the door open, but he held back. The smile on Shen Heng's face disappeared little by little. She suddenly remembered the wrist she saw in Xun Zhuo's room that day. His left wrist was wrapped with white linen cloth. She asked him why he was injured, and he said, "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter." There were faint red blood stains under the linen cloth. At that time, she just felt that the location of the wound was not right, and it didn't look like the one that was scratched by a sword during a fight. But she didn't expect that it was not an accidental injury, it was cut by himself. I cut her every day to make medicine for her. "Sister, I later specifically asked the old man Huyanlang. At first he refused to tell me, but later he was pestered by me and couldn't help it, so he told the truth." A Gu whispered. "The old man said that the medicine you drank was a hot medicine. It has too strong properties and your body is too weak. If you drink it directly, the hot poison will attack the heart. Not only will it not cure the disease, but it will also harm the body. Therefore, it is necessary to use something extremely cold to make medicine to suppress it. The technique practiced by the national master is Han Yuan Jue, which is an internal skill that reaches Yin and cold, so his blood is the most suitable medicine." "Hu Yanlang originally wanted to use snow lotus instead, but snow lotus is not cold enough to suppress the hot poison of the bowl of medicine. Only the blood of the imperial master can." After finishing speaking, A Gu took another piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He suddenly stopped while chewing. He looked at Shen Heng with rare seriousness in his eyes. "Sister, haven't you noticed? In fact, the Imperial Master has been indulging you. He doesn't treat others like this. He never lets women get close." "But you see, he accepted so many gifts from you and didn't lose any of them. He had people deliver medicine to you every day, and he cut his wrists to use as medicine guides for you without even humming. When you blocked him on the observatory, he let you go up. You taught him to play chess, and he played with you." When A Gu said this, his expression became subtle. He paused, lowered his head, and his voice became quiet. "The Imperial Master may not even know that he is indulging you. But I am watching from the side and can see clearly." Shen Heng was silent for a while. Her fingers unconsciously grasped the hem of her clothes on her knees, her knuckles turning slightly white. Then she took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at A Gu, her voice was soft but serious. "But Agum, this isn't enough." It's really not enough. The favorability level is still far behind. "I'm greedy. If I identify someone, I want him to be with me wholeheartedly." "Special treatment is not enough. What I want is super invincible preference, the kind that all people in the world will choose me first." "If I have him in my heart, I must be the only one in his heart. Otherwise, I won't be at ease." A Gu was stunned for a moment by what she said. After a long while, he scratched his curly hair and muttered that it was really difficult. He added, muttering to himself. "Sister, you are so brave. You are robbing the Snow God of people, and you are robbing someone else's messenger." Shen Heng smiled. "I can't be your sister if I'm not brave enough." A Gu looked up at her, and suddenly felt that the light in her peach blossom eyes when she said this was exactly the same as when he first saw her in the Colosseum, bright and stubborn, as if it could not be suppressed even if the sky fell. It's not because I'm afraid that the system will deduct my stamina. She was suddenly not sure whether her next bite was to complete the task or simply to kiss him. She took a deep breath, bent over, and lowered her head. Her lips touched the corner of his lips very lightly. Just a moment, very short, as shallow as a snowflake falling on warm skin, melting before the shape could be seen clearly. But this time it was different from the forehead and cheeks. The temperature at the corner of his lips was higher than that of his face, slightly moist, with a faint bitter taste of herbs and his breath that was as cold as cedar. [Ding—the limited time mission is completed! The physical strength value has been filled up, the current physical strength value is: 100. Kiss you so great! Make persistent efforts! The notification sound finally popped up in his mind, but before Shen Heng had time to be happy, there was another one right after. [The capture target is detected and the refreshment level is +100. ] Shen Heng was stunned. Coolness? What is that? [System: Dear, coolness is an indicator for observing the real-time status of the target. It can be used to judge the changes in the feelings of the target at a certain moment. For example, just now, Xun Zhuo's refreshing level suddenly increased by 100 points. ] "What's the use of coolness?" [There is no direct reward, just for observation and reference~] Shen Heng sneered. If the favorability level is not increased, why would you add such a useless thing to me? Wrong. Coolness +100. It was added after she kissed the corners of her lips. She looked down at Xun Zhuo. He lay quietly on the pillow, and those amber pupils crashed into her sight without warning, so close. Clear, translucent, bottomless. There was no confusion inside, as if he had just woken up, no anger on being woken up, only an indescribable quietness. It seemed like he had been looking at her for a long, long time, long enough that he didn't need to ask why she was so close. Holy shit! Ahhhhhhhhhh! When did he wake up? ! Shen Heng's mind went blank. She remained in the bent position and froze in place. The tip of her nose was less than a punch away from the tip of his nose. She was neither advancing nor retreating. She looked like a fish-stealing cat caught on the spot. "When did you wake up?" Her voice was a little weak. "When you kissed my forehead." His voice was hoarse and calm, as if he was saying that the weather is nice today. Shen Heng's face finally started to feel hot. It burned from the neck to the roots of the ears, to the cheeks, to the forehead. She wanted to say please listen to my explanation, but when the words came to her mouth, she found that there was no explanation at all. Three kisses, one on the forehead, one on the cheek, one on the corners of the lips, each time more outrageous than the last. Unless she was a blind man searching for something on his face, he wouldn't believe anything she said. The backlash of Han Yuan Jue is like countless ice knives churning through the meridians at the same time. The more emotional he is, the more severe the backlash will be. Solye's expression changed drastically, and she stepped forward to hold his arm. "National Master!" Xun Zhuo raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The bright red blood stains on his pale fingers were shocking. He straightened up, folded the letter carefully, put it back into the invitation, and placed it in the cleanest corner of the desk that would not be stained by ink. He said "It's okay" and even slightly curved the corners of his mouth. He was just experimenting. He wondered what it would be like if he didn't suppress his lust for her. At that moment, the tearing feeling almost penetrated his whole body, more violent than the time when he was bitten on the hunting ground, as if his soul was about to be torn into pieces. But he didn't feel bad. The feeling was painful and heartbreaking, but there was a layer of hot stuff underneath, something he had never experienced in his twenty-two years of life. Xun Zhuo suppressed the thoughts in his heart bit by bit. As expected, the tearing feeling subsided, and the turbulent inner breath slowly calmed down, but there was still a dull dull pain in his chest. He lowered his eyelashes and put all his emotions into those bottomless amber eyes. Solye stood nearby and saw all this. He saw the Imperial Master standing alone in front of the desk for a long time after wiping the blood, holding the invitation in his hand as if he was holding something that could not be thrown away. Solye's heart skipped a beat, as he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "National Master, why don't you find an excuse to decline the invitation to the Lantern Festival tomorrow? Your injury has not healed yet, and the poison has just been removed. The imperial doctor said -" "I want to go." Xun Zhuo interrupted him. The voice was still flat, but underneath that flatness there was a trace of doubt. After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to write his Qingxin Jue, but this time the force of writing was much lighter, and it was no longer as sharp as scratching the paper. She is wearing moon white, and he is also wearing moon white. They should look good standing together. While she was picking it up, a series of notification sounds suddenly popped up in her mind, and the soft and cute voice of the system suddenly exploded, the sound was so loud that it seemed like it was about to overturn her heavenly spirit cap. Kiss! Kiss! Awesome! The good feelings are moving! The favorability of the target Xun Zhuo is +25! Current favorability: 50! Coolness +700! Current total coolness: a full 1,000! Ah, ah, kiss you, you are so great, the little system is proud of you——] The clothes in Shen Heng's hand almost fell to the ground. "How much?! Twenty-five good feelings plus seven hundred coolness?" We are not bad, so why should we not be happy? No matter how many variables there are in the road ahead, this path is her own choice. She will take it to the end. Shen Heng listened to the young man's clear voice and rode his horse on the endless snowfield. The reluctance and sourness in his heart were blown away bit by bit by the biting wind. She suddenly turned around and glanced behind her. Xun Zhuo stood on a gentle slope at the edge of the snowfield. He did not ride a horse, but stood there quietly in a moon-white robe, with a thin layer of snow falling on his shoulders. He did not know how long he had been standing there. He is looking at her. Across the sky of fine snow and the vast snowfield, his eyes fell steadily on her. Shen Heng turned back and smiled at him. The wind on the snowfield blew her broken hair and brushed her curved eyebrows. [Ding—It is detected that the target of the strategy, Xun Zhuo, has a favorability of +10, and the current favorability is: 70. ] Shen Heng was stunned for a moment. The favorability level is seventy. This means that she is not far away from the success of the strategy. But when she heard the notification tone, her first reaction was not "Great, the mission is almost completed." Instead, she subconsciously glanced at Xun Zhuo again. He was still standing on the gentle slope, snowflakes falling on his moon-white robe, and his whole body merged with the snowfield. She looked at him again, then frowned slightly. His face seemed a little pale again. He was still standing there calmly and upright, but his face was a bit paler than when he was in the carriage just now. Xun Zhuo stood on the gentle slope, trying his best to suppress the surging throbbing in his heart. Can't let her see it. It took a lot of effort for him to make her happy, and it took a lot of effort for him to see her running wantonly on horseback. He didn't want her to frown and ask him if he wasn't feeling well again. Shen Heng rode his horse back to him, got off the horse, walked up to him and looked up at him. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. In such a cold wind, he was sweating. "Have you taken your medicine on time?" Xun Zhuo turned to look at her, his amber eyes looking particularly clear under the gray northern sky. He nodded. Then he lowered his eyelashes slightly and added in a calm tone. "It's just that there are still some residual toxins that haven't been cleared away. Occasionally, there will be some recurrences. It's okay." Shen Heng glanced at him doubtfully, and her peach blossom eyes scanned his face several times. She was slightly relieved when she saw that his expression was as usual. In the hall, Mu Tuo stood in front of the statue, with white beard and hair, and a solemn face. In his hand, he held a whip made of black vines from the Snow God Mountain. The whip had faint dark red lines on it, as if it had been dyed by something. Xun Zhuo knelt in front of him and took off his upper body robe, revealing his lean and strong back. The old wounds left at the bottom of the cliff on the back have just received new pale pink scars, and countless new shocking wounds have been added next to them. There was deep blood visible in every whip, crisscrossing it, leaving almost no intact skin on his entire back. The whip came through the air and landed on his back with a sharp sound of wind, making a dull crisp sound. The skin and flesh burst open, and blood flowed down the spine. Xun Zhuo's body trembled slightly, and he clenched the futon under his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing. "Do you know you were wrong?" Muto's voice was old and deep, echoing in the empty temple. "Disciple doesn't know." Xun Zhuo's voice was hoarse and calm. Another whip. "You cut her blood for medicine in Dazhao, and gave her a chestnut horse outside Liangzhou City. Now you accepted the wine from her in full view of the public, and even gave her a deer heart privately. Do you think I don't know this?" Another whip. "You are tempted. You know that Han Yuan Jue's temptation will lead to death, and you know that your dying body should not drag others down!" He knelt there, with blood dripping from his back, but his back was still straight, and his voice was hoarse and determined. "The disciple is indeed moved, and he really doesn't want to restrain himself. But the disciple does not think it is wrong. The master said that a broken body should not drag others down, but she also said that fate is dead, and people are alive." "She does not believe in fate, and neither does the disciple. The disciple is willing to gamble with his broken body. If she bets that her fate can be changed, so can the disciple's. If she loses the bet, it will only happen a few years earlier. If the bet wins..." He paused slightly and curved the corners of his mouth. The arc was very light and faint, exactly the same as every time he looked at Shen Heng. "The bet is won, I want to stay with her for a longer time." The little attendant holding the whip holder at the side finally couldn't help crying. Tears fell on the whip butt, and she quickly wiped them with her sleeves. The Imperial Master was never punished, never. Xun Zhuo's arms holding her tightened a little more, and then he whispered something that made her heart skip several beats. "My wish is very simple." "I hope that Xun Zhuo and Shen Heng will never be separated for the rest of their lives." In the end, they all got their wish.
1. When the male protagonist came back from going to the toilet, he saw his daughter live broadcasting for him 🙊 and singing "Why Not". The popularity of the live broadcast room soared to tens of thousands. Men in the entertainment industry could no longer hide it! 🤣🤣 2. My wife is a host. He has a check-in system for private money and has kept it well hidden for two years. On this day, during the live broadcast, his wife opened instant noodles with a flavor that was not available on the market. When she opened it, she found that it was his private money! Wife: Impossible, it's impossible for my husband to have private money [laughing and crying]
Chapter 1 Erhu is released from prison. He will be released from prison tomorrow as soon as his sentence is over. Jia Erhu was lying in the prison cell, so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. For six years, he has been waiting for this moment since the first day he came in. Also unable to sleep like him was his brother Jia Dalong. It's just that Jia Dalong is not excited, but uneasy. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong in agreeing to the leader to bring Jia Erhu to live at home, and he didn't know whether his wife Wen Ruyu would agree. Wen Ruyu lay on the bed after taking a shower, her beautiful body curves and snow-white skin shining under the light. After Jia Dalong walked into the bedroom, he couldn't help but swallowed dryly, but he couldn't do it. Every time before going to bed, Wen Ruyu's beautiful and sexy appearance is undoubtedly a silent demonstration for Jia Dalong. Every time, Jia Dalong was like a child who had done something wrong, curling up in a corner of the comfortable and large double bed, not daring to take a breath, feeling extremely inferior. Today is different. Because of Jia Erhu's matter, I can't do what I can.
Sauvignon Blanc is something I have become a bit addicted to watching dramas recently, so I recommend it. I have read Peach Blossoms and Spring Banquet several times. I find several books by this author quite good. In terms of books, I think the best one I saw on Tomato is the one about the villain junior brother, which is really good. Books about cubs and four-and-a-half-year-olds and five-and-a-half-year-olds are good to read to pass the time. If you like reading this kind of books, you can read them. The Forensic Concubine had some good stories in the first part, but I wasn't too interested in the later part, but I finished it. The most important thing is that they are all completed and you can feel free to rush hahahahaha [cool]
The first two books on immortality, the third one made me feel like my home is full of "people", the fourth one needless to say, and the fifth one is simply invincible.
Sauvignon Blanc is something I've been a bit addicted to watching dramas recently, so I recommend it. I have read Peach Blossoms and Spring Banquet several times. I feel that several of this author's books are quite good. In terms of books, I think the best one I saw on Tomato is the one about the villain junior brother, which is really good. Books about cubs and four-and-a-half-year-olds and five-and-a-half-year-olds are good to read to pass the time. If you like reading this kind of books, you can read them. The Forensic Concubine had a few well-written cases in the front, but I wasn't too interested in the later ones, but I finished reading it. The most important thing is that they are all completed and you can feel free to rush hahahahaha [cool]
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