You!
Yes, you!
Don't look at anyone else!
You transmigrated here, didn't you?
Got an account?
What?
No?
You came from Pawnshop No. 8?
Damn!
You dared go to a place without a business license!
Since you don't have a legal permit to transmigrate into the Hunter world, then...
Get the hell back!
Disclaimer! This is danmei! This is danmei! This is danmei! This is danmei! This is danmei!
The picture above is the cover my Xiao Zuo made for me... It's Xia Mi... Please imagine longer hair and white clothes... Thanks!~~
And let me shout one more thing... Xiao Zuo!~~ I love you so much!~~~ (covers face shyly...)
This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental!
Why do you need to lock the text? Why do you feel like you are reading the locked text the whole time?!
Will I be able to see it in my lifetime? Is the author still there?
I have Chapter H, who wants it? It's limited to ten people. If there are too many people, we won't give it out.
I have Chapter H. If anyone wants it, I will distribute it. It is limited to ten people. If there are too many people, I will not distribute it.
Because of the wool!!!!!! I just clicked on the comment to confirm, but it turned into a report!!!!!! Please explain ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Big!!!!!!! My heart for you is as bright as the sun and the moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It feels really bad to be trapped... 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]
What is it? I want it too!!! 296923543
Big `` I didn't say that You might as well lock this entire article. Or maybe you should tell us to give up. As soon as I get online, I will go online. Disappointed every time You'd better tell me to give up. I won't go here again! I can delete my favorites too
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