If you listen to your nonsense, it will rain like silk on the melon stand in the bean shed.
It turns out that I hate speaking in human language and love to listen to ghosts singing in autumn graves.
-------------Qing Dynasty? Wang Shizhen＜＜Title: Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio＞＞
"Senior, I'm willing to admit defeat!" The girl's eyebrows were crooked and she smiled slyly.
--Listen, the golden disk of fate is turning. You smiled gently, not feeling a single bit of it.
"It's really depressing. I don't want to touch Feng Shui or anything like that."
--Look, that person is right there. You picked up your full set of arithmetic, walked slowly over, and bowed your hand.
"Brother, you have an evil spirit on your face. If this continues, it will be very bad."
--You said, even if you could do it over hundreds of times, you would never regret it once.
... ...
"Shhh."
"Anyone who dares to touch me is dead."
"Don't move! Turn off the flashlight!"
"Xu Yansi! Don't mess around!"
"Where's your star map? Where's your star map!"
... ...
"Stand by the king for a thousand years, in exchange for sleeping together in the next life."