"Do you still dare to count the days of soaring with your hands?" It asked gloatingly.
"No, no, no!"
She shook her head crazily with a look of rejection, and for a moment she thought of that peerless little beauty...
She hurriedly changed her words, "Why are you snapping your fingers? I can't wait to fly up immediately!"
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The God of Flowers, Barro, who is both good and evil, likes to tease the pretty little beauties who serve as sweepers in the temple. But he doesn't want everything to be reincarnated. Who will be reincarnated by the sky? Once in three thousand years, Barluo answers his poisonous mouth and picks up the iron broom...
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Tip: The ancient fairy tale written by Tongfeng
The previous article is longer
Intention: Haste makes waste. The more eager you are for success, the harder it will be to succeed.