After being complained about, I presented a luxurious copywriting package:
Yu was frightened, changed her beauty, and gambled on the changes in the country.
In the vast road ahead, who is in charge of the ups and downs?
Is it through forbearance that one becomes arrogant, or is it through misunderstanding that rumors become true?
Plum blossoms are fundamentally weak, and beauty is not obscene.
The Jingyu nameplates involve the grievances and grievances of the gods throughout the ages.
The altar has been destroyed, the miracles have disappeared, and the divine realm has perished.
Who is fiddling with the fate of all living beings?
Loyalty and justice, affection and love. Crisscross.
Who is shouting, die loyal to the minister, defend to the death for the general.
Who is murmuring, I will not let down Tathagata and I will not let you down.
Fire burns Wudu, but Wudu is not extinguished.
Live towards death, life is full of joy, there is nothing to fear about death.
There are tiny clouds every inch, and there are still traces of light, and it is difficult to eliminate ignorance. The soul is broken and the soul is broken, and the twinkle is shaking. Looking at the mountains and rivers, people go and go, and they are far away. From now on, the sorrow and pain will only be like tonight.
Qingyao. Asking the gods what to do, looking at the little two queens, they are so boring. Who can I see more, who can I miss Huajiao? Who wants to rejoice, steal vegetarian powder, and write about it? Who cares, life after life, dusk and morning.
Happy version:
Shuang Qing: If fate dares to tease you, please give it a slap in the face. If one doesn't work, then two.
Cui Wei'er: You are Zhang, you are crazy, you are insane, you are promiscuous, you are reincarnation, but you are still a good girl.
