The perspectives of attack and reception are complicated, and four relationships are entangled.
Only the protagonist is sweet, the three pairs of supporting characters are all abusive, and the two pairs of passers-by are also abusive (heterosexuals do not end well... Sigh)
First paragraph:
The person in charge of the book, Yan Junnong, is obviously a mischievous man with crooked eyebrows who climbs trees on mountains and digs out ant nests... Has low spiritual power...
"What uncle? How do you look like an uncle?"
"I call you uncle, why should I call him brother?"
"Uncle Yan, what are you thinking? I wouldn't ask for your underwear in public on the street."
This damn child was so obedient and cute when I held it in my hands, but now... Now...
It makes people's teeth itch with hatred, and makes people's teeth itch with sweetness.
Second paragraph:
Mo Yanhua raised his head and took a sip of the food in the altar. His eyes were shining with hope and he smiled: "It's enough for me to protect one person. What do the people in this city have to do with me?"
"What's so good, no life or death, no worries and no complaints, is it worth it for one person?" He lowered his head and kicked a stone from his feet, then raised his head.
Mo Yanhua took the opportunity to support him, her eyes cold and forlorn: "I have been waiting for you for three hundred years, why... You don't look at me..."
Mo Yanhua turned around, eyes surging like wild waves: "You said... How could I eat him?"
This man has been waiting for three hundred years, stroking the Xunran Qin he gave him day and night, making dream lanterns with his own hands every year, guarding his body in the other courtyard, drinking his favorite Qing Ming Wang...
Three hundred years passed in just a blink of an eye, and the evil plan finally came to nothing.
Third paragraph:
"If you don't ask for it, you are stealing!" This was the first sentence west Ming Shui Si said to Yan Mu Zhi.
"Brewed it?" Yan Muzhi changed his mind and laughed out loud: "The water in Ximing cannot be used, only Wangchuan. It turns out that the Master of Water is the one who stole the water from Wangchuan River, hahahaha.
"Qingxun... Xiaoxun... Don't ignore people. "Yan Muzhi followed Qingxuan step by step, pulling on his sleeves and shaking them. He was tied up by him all night last night, shouldn't he be angry?
"I can use everything I have in exchange, please His Highness the Ghost Emperor..." Qingxun did not get up, but still prostrated on the ground.
"Everything? The Ghost Emperor smiled: "Including your soul?" "
The soul is shattered, the heaven and earth are torn apart, and thousands of sycamore trees are waiting for you to come.
Paragraph 4:
King Luo struggled to break away from him and said: "So, this is what you have been thinking? "
Seeing this, Gui Ganan actually felt a sense of pleasure in venting his anger, and said again: "I have become the Emperor of Hades, and you must obey me in everything. If I want you to die, you will die, and if I want you to live, you will live!" "
King Luo yelled with all his strength: "Do you know how ridiculous this is? ! ! "
"... It goes against the laws of heaven and ethics..."
This kind of anger is like hatred crawling out of the abyss of all evil. The blood of the person in front of me is cold. He is so humiliated and ridiculed, and now he says with an innocent face, "Do we know each other?" "At this moment, I really want to peel off his skin, stretch his muscles, torture him, destroy his aloof appearance, and make his life worse than death..."
Death by a thousand cuts? How can being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts be enough? If you can't get this person, just dirty him. In this way, it will only belong to you! Even if I don't want it anymore, I still want to tear him apart, destroy him, and trample him to pieces.
The blood will last for a long night, but the eyes will be blind
PS: I like to write about the New Year, strength, fantasy, supernatural beings, and Feng Shui. I write happily and freely, just write down what I want to write.
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