The white snow is flying, and I don't know when I will return to the alley.
It was already a small hour, and the man's breath was still lingering in his ears. He was confident that he would be confident, but he was exhausted and his mind was nowhere to be found.
Like a fish in water, please enter the urn. His smile is as sweet as a flower, he is ignorant and ignorant, he treats people like shepherds, and he wanders among thousands of flowers without a trace of red.
The world is changing, the sea is vicissitudes, and at the end of the day, I smile and blush.
In Nan Du Alley, if you get a promise from you, you will be lucky in your three lives.
I'm especially looking for a piece of trash to beat up and a stupid king to attack.
That trash man named Ning Huai is the attacker. Come on, come on, let's put that little brat named Zhou into the attack position! ! ! !
(I, Tu Dafei, actually one day wrote a mindless piece of abuse==)
Intention: The prodigal son can turn back