The light is shining in the air, and the red leaves are rustling coldly. If there is love, the road will be paved with spring breeze. I'm just afraid that the Snow Demon remains the same. People roll their eyes, Buddha laughs in vain, monks stand alone, fierce ghosts cry, gods and demons dance. The sand swallowed up the wind, the dark clouds turned into rain, and the flying rocks were blocked. A dream unfolds, and these two beautiful bones are collected. The eagle has cried blood and paid it to the egret.
Half drunk and half crazy, it transformed into Gentle Tomb and Spirit Snake Cave. It's just that if you can't penetrate it and step on it constantly, you will feel miserable. The West Lake is so misty and rainy, with broken bridgeheads, monuments and tombs. The embankment is gone, the corridors and pavilions are broken, the bricks and trees are there. It's so easy to go to disaster, but there is no one to love in the city, but who can you complain to? How can I paint you, a pure and beautiful woman with a clear and sultry face?
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How to Regain Sanity for a Human Boyfriend [Gb]