"I'm going to have curry tomorrow morning."
"Okay."
"I want beef bibimbap for lunch. The beef should be well cooked and medium spicy."
"Okay."
"Whatever you want tonight."
"Okay."
"Next time, my shirt must be washed by hand and cannot be exposed to the sun. I don't like to eat vegetables from the West Market, so you go to the East Market to buy them. I also want milk from the East Market. Don't go to the West Market again in the future."
"Okay."
Jiang Xu, who had been walking two steps in front of Xingruo, finally couldn't bear her mechanical answers. He took out his hands from his pockets, stood upright with his long legs, and spoke out the key points under the foreshadowing word by word:
"You are not allowed to have any contact with Lin Bocheng in the future."
"Okay." Eh, that's not right. In a daze, Xingruo's postsynaptic membrane was instantly activated by acetylcholine. He tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Why?"
"Because you can only be mine," Jiang Xu said expressionlessly, "servant."
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Spring is born - Missing you is like a hundred grasses, and the spring is born in confusion. People in the world are in a hurry, but all they can hope for is the power to help them reach the top. This sword god blocks the killing of gods and demons, and is flocked to by millions of people.
Little did they know that when ancient times created this sword, they only wanted to use it to open up the world, cut off the chaos in the world, and meet a man.
This sword has long since become a legend through the vicissitudes of life, but people's greed, ideas, and missions continue, waiting for the final victory or defeat, the final result.
As the girl landed and started crying, a battle in the city began secretly.
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"If there is an afterlife, can I stop being the moon? Being the moon is too tiring. I want to be a star, shining a faint light in my own world."
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"I had a dream, a dream that was both distant and real. The man in the dream had his beautiful wings broken, and he was carrying me, who was dying, from the ice and snow to the spring flowers. I tried hard to see his face clearly, but I couldn't open my eyes. He said: 'Your Highness, I'm here to take you home.'"
Intention: Want to see you