Cheng Lan picked up a man.
Good looking man.
In the last days, people are like grass and grass, and their lives are like dust. She keeps the man by her side and survives with krypton gold.
She had always felt that men were embarrassingly weak in force, until zombies besieged the city, and the man took her hand and kicked the zombie's head off.
"Don't look at Lan Yi."
Her eyes were covered by a pair of big hands, and the man had a very good and refreshing smell, like the gurgling water in early spring, clear and clean.
The other person leaned into her ear and said softly, "Let me raise you instead."
The "hamster" who likes to hoard supplies × the secretive boss
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Refuse to criticize Jiuwu because of his character performance, be prosperous and democratic, wear red scarves together, share the same sky, attack Jiuwu, cry loudly for everyone to see!
Pre-receipt of the article: "She Pangs for Gold in the Dark" ID3659341
Pei Zhuangcheng arrived in a new city. Everything in this city was good, but the night was silent, and there was no light at all, let alone a person.
After two days of silence, Pei Zhuangcheng finally opened the door in the dark night and saw a face with a flashlight.
Pale face.
As she screamed, the pale-faced owner calmly walked forward, not forgetting to remind her: "The door is about to close."
Pei Zhuangcheng: "What door?"
"Gold Rush Gate."
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Pei Zhuangcheng was a little hesitant when introducing herself. She hesitated again and again before finally saying a last name with difficulty.
"My name is actually very cultured." She swallowed and said cautiously, "Have you ever heard of Jasper making up a tree as tall as a tree?"
Song Zhan: "Are you Biyu?"
"No..." Pei Zhuangcheng covered his face, "I am Zhuangcheng!"
Song Zhanhan glanced at her and walked forward in silence.
Pei Zhuangcheng hurriedly followed, and she suddenly saw a row of words written on the back of Song Zhan's clothes - Gold Digger, Song Chunfeng.
The spring breeze in February is like the spring breeze of scissors.
Purpose: Seek hope from darkness
