"Do you remember what I said to you that day in the main hall... Gong Jin?"
"When a man is born, he will shine in the east of the Yangtze River. He will not only pacify the three counties, but also make the grass grow wild."
"No. Gu told you that on the day when Zhou Lang won the battle, Gu and the general took off their shirts. Just like this -" Bo Fu's men were acting like dragons, and they didn't stop for a while. Gong Jin reached out to press the button, but it was a step too late.
The robe, like leaves, has fallen to the ground.
"A gentleman is like a bamboo, fighting for wind and dew, but he has integrity in his heart." Bo Fu traced Gong Jin's thin waistline with his hands, and sighed happily, "Gong Jin is true to his words, and his body and mind are consistent."
This is the work of the author, who took out several short stories about Motor Oil and kneaded them into an article to express his gratitude to his good friend Mu Yan.
If you are shocked, please allow the author to make a sad expression.
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