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Sue: What's the title of the book?
Yang: ... How about Qingzhu Fengshu?
Su: Don't make up the words! !
Sheep: Yes! Too many books to write -
After the chaotic grounding in the past, plus the coughing test of various pits, large and small, I finally had some confidence to open a second pit...
PS: Don't give up and continue the drama! For real this time!
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[Learning swordsmanship for hundreds of years will lead to endless sighs, and the edge will be sharp without leaving any wind]
Demonic Realm:
"Black clothes, white clothes, red clothes..." Helplessly.
"Dissatisfied?"
"... Master, please name True Art!"
[Bamboo flowers are colorless, red snow is ruthless]
Chapter of Metta:
"Father, mother, uncle..." Coldly.
Floating snow, Mo Jian, one person closed his eyes and ignored them.
"Oh, the last one is wrong." The other person held the incense stick and smiled while lowering his head to sniff it.
"... So, my uncle won't kiss me?" Shen Shen pondered.
[Holding the Qingfeng at the waist to cut through the sky, overturning the waves and setting the tide to watch]
North Sea Chapter:
"Yin Xue, Bei Lie, Whale..." This is boring.
"Huh?"
"... Father, have you ever seen a penguin?"
[Books and documents are floating in the dust, pens have dried up and ink has dried up, and there is no one left. The boat is empty and I am sighing. Who can hate me? The sky is guilty, and the angry eyebrows and the sword are not merciful]
There is no limit to learning:
"Master Taixue, do you know that the student once liked you very much?"
"... Shu Hongxue, I don't like to have my sleeves cut off!"
Finally
'——Nima, labor and management are female——'
[It will be lost for the time being, and I won't pick it up and write about it in the short term - the reason, just ignore the reason cough cough cough cough]
Intention: