"What is that?" Yan Qiongshi pointed to the sky with his sharp-jointed hands.
"What is this?" Yan Qiongshi pointed to the ground again.
"The world?" My friend replied after thinking for a moment.
"Wrong, this is my world!" Yan Qiongshi stood at the highest point of the capital, and the strong wind made his robes rustle.
He looked at his friend's shocked (intellectual) eyes and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth:
Oh my god, this is so cool, so cool!
Friend: mdzz, if you are stupid, don't drag me along, brother! Hey, I want to behead my head! You are not afraid of death, I am afraid of death!
Lou Siwu: Be good, don't make trouble...
The general who exudes the aura of a king and looks like a dead man is actually a good person × the talkative but incompetent actor who likes to show off and is handsome, but is actually a scheming boy.
The author's mother can't explain such a long attribute prefix.
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