Poor heroine, hateful male pig, Da Da, the people won't accept it if I don't abuse her.
So happy~I grabbed another sofa~~
Author's reply:
Xiao Nuo, your speed is really... Strong.
What a warm, happy family~~~ The more comfortable they are, the sadder Xiao Yixun feels. He found his lover but was not recognized, but he deserved it. He didn't even have the most basic trust. How could he still grow up together? Torture him more and let Piaochen vent his anger.
No, he is indeed the boss, handsome
Come on for more~~~~~
Haha, did you know that in the last paragraph? Then the little emperor became furious
What's wrong with you in the last sentence? J JWhy do you want to give up treatment!
I can say that I guessed it right, it was the little eunuch who saved Qing Cheng ~ Oh yeah ~
Looking forward to the extra episode
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me.
"Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!"
You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing through your black hair, my hand, passing through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
Please reprint.
[Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
It speaks my mind! By the way, author, you really have no moral integrity...
Extra extra, look forward to it~
偶想问一下到底还是不是1对1了，不想看到后来失望，最讨厌3P神马的
Does every cat have to die and live again T-T
Come on~~Come on~~Spread flowers~~~~
The day after the Dragon Boat Festival, there was no update
苏苏线没有了…那多来几篇番外吧
Why hasn't it been updated yet? Please update
Extra, extra! Please make a side story~~~
她的戏份太多了………
Attention, the first issue Isshin and Toshiro are rushing to the scene
I always feel that Xiaoyu and Shulang will develop in the future
This is definitely coercion. Brother Monkey, come back.
It's so sweet, so cute, and it's a huge pitfall for the author! ?( ?? ? ? ?)?
Congratulations on the completion. Sprinkle flowers.
I really want to know who Xiang is and what background Wen has as soon as possible
Will every other day update become weekly update?
This is only in the form of dialogue
我觉得相比起那些让我看了只想吐槽和恶心的乱七八糟的文，我个人觉得这篇真心还不错。盗墓的bg文真心很少，个人又不爱bl，找一篇看起来不错的超级困难的。写的不错啊！点赞+10086
Poor heroine, hateful male pig, Da Da, the people won't accept it if I don't abuse her.
So happy~I grabbed another sofa~~ Author's reply: Xiao Nuo, your speed is really... Strong.
What a warm, happy family~~~ The more comfortable they are, the sadder Xiao Yixun feels. He found his lover but was not recognized, but he deserved it. He didn't even have the most basic trust. How could he still grow up together? Torture him more and let Piaochen vent his anger.
No, he is indeed the boss, handsome Come on for more~~~~~
Haha, did you know that in the last paragraph? Then the little emperor became furious
What's wrong with you in the last sentence? J JWhy do you want to give up treatment!
I can say that I guessed it right, it was the little eunuch who saved Qing Cheng ~ Oh yeah ~ Looking forward to the extra episode
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing through your black hair, my hand, passing through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it] It speaks my mind! By the way, author, you really have no moral integrity...
Extra extra, look forward to it~
偶想问一下到底还是不是1对1了，不想看到后来失望，最讨厌3P神马的
Does every cat have to die and live again T-T
Come on~~Come on~~Spread flowers~~~~
The day after the Dragon Boat Festival, there was no update
苏苏线没有了…那多来几篇番外吧
Why hasn't it been updated yet? Please update
Extra, extra! Please make a side story~~~
她的戏份太多了………
Attention, the first issue Isshin and Toshiro are rushing to the scene
I always feel that Xiaoyu and Shulang will develop in the future
This is definitely coercion. Brother Monkey, come back.
It's so sweet, so cute, and it's a huge pitfall for the author! ?( ?? ? ? ?)?
Congratulations on the completion. Sprinkle flowers.