This article is based on the central idea of no morals and no lower limits, and the basic theme of the novelty and ever-changing style of writing. In addition, it occasionally goes off-line and is a bit bloody, and comes with a slight bonus of complaining skills. In short, the author is crazy = =
From Wuliang Mountain in Dali to Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea. Five thousand miles from east to west, going back eight hundred years, there is love and infatuation in the world. In Yangzhou Fairy Pavilion, the night wind blows, and we have paid attention to each other when we meet; at the top of Huashan Mountain, we talk around the fire at night, with a bottle of wine in the clear moon breeze; after ten years of correspondence, we meet once, and we have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so we talk about giving a spring; in the ups and downs of the East China Sea, we live through life and death, and our hearts are like double silk nets with thousands of knots in them.
Huang Su grinned and said, "Xiao Qing will become a master, right?" Huang Yaoshi frowned and said, "Bai Suzhen, you have the snake spirit disease again." So this is a story about a second-generation official who fell in love with the most beautiful man in the world of shooting.
This article has been completed. The author == may == prepare == to start revising the article.
Most of the bugs have been removed before posting. There may be some bugs. If you find any, please help point them out. I would be very grateful.
Comments accepted, but please no ginseng cock, the author's salty, wet and slippery BLX cannot withstand vigorous stimulation.
There will be an extra →_→ because coding has already started.
Let's meet again in the world T T
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