All gods and Buddhas testify that even if I, Zhang Yu, die, even if I cross the Wangchuan River, even if I drink Meng Po soup, as long as my soul lasts forever, I will find you and continue to love you.
That year when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, he was under the eaves and watched the man walking in the rain. His white cassock was stained with mud, but he was still calm and calm, which made people feel at ease.
At that moment, it fell.
Ancient style, monks, emperors, gods and Buddhas...
First time ancient style.
People always feel bad, please don't shoot me. [A certain pure and kind wish]
PS. Ray. Enter with caution.
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