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"Senior brother, do you still remember that when we were children, Master asked us to sleep on the same bed, and you always hugged me from behind to prevent me from stumbling and rolling off the edge of the bed."
"Senior brother, you still remember our childhood days when we were boating in the lotus pond. At that time, I was seven years old and you were eleven years old, our childhood sweethearts."
"Senior brother, you still remember that when we were studying in the Jade Palace, I fell asleep and you protected me from the master's punishment."
"Senior brother, do you still remember that at that time, you were the one who stood in front of me and took the seventeen or eighty knives on my behalf... Senior brother..."
Shen Zhenwang burped, holding a dirty jar and talking to the air.
He cried and laughed, as if there was a ghost of seven souls floating in the dark, and the faint ghost of three souls could be heard.
Luohong Mountain was disbanded, the mountain gate was burned, the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion was destroyed, the demon king of all ages came out of the mountain, the ghost king of Fengdu caused trouble in the world, and the Daxing Dynasty changed its dynasty.
But if he sinks into oblivion, he doesn't care.
He was drunk all day long, until one day three years later, in the palace building of the palace, which was lit with red candles, he still babbling, sometimes wearing the blood-stained women's clothes that were left behind by his sisters, and performed his favorite "The Return of the Soul".
"The living can die, and the dead can live... But how could you ever remember..."
The previously calm halls and pavilions had some ripples, and a voice suddenly picked up his words.
The wet hair brushed his neck, feeling cold.
"Junior brother, senior brother, I remember them all."
"Oh my god, what the hell!"
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"The star is not as brilliant as you"
"You are lucky enough to be in front of the TV. If you happen to pick up a meteorite and keep it properly, you will have a lifetime of good luck."
Bu Ting, who has never believed in fate, was joked that among the trainees, he was a machine that could only dance.
One day, when I was walking, I accidentally picked up a meteorite, but I didn't expect that if I plant a stone, I can harvest a beautiful man.
How come he has a picturesque figure, charming eyes and a charming smile. We can also see his light brown loose strands of hair, a pair of pale golden eyes with a hint of sternness, and a high nose, just like the dawn in the night sky or the bright sun in the day, poetic and picturesque.
Everyone wanted to be a little gentle with him, and also wanted to be flirtatiously teased by him, but instead he bumped into a freak.
Bu Ting: Young hero, I see you have amazing bones, how about becoming a trainee with me?
Mo Gan:......
Bu Ting: I'll make you fried beef with celery.
Mogan: Not enough.
Bu Ting:?
Mo Gan: What I want to eat is...
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At this time, Bu Ting didn't know whether the meteorite he carried with him would bring good luck. He just put it in his mouth and it was so sweet.
The article has been completed, feel free to eat: "Fake Smiling Lover", "My Fairy Queen in Cross-dressing", "If I smell it, you might as well kiss me"
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