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Many years later, Wu Dalang, the richest man in Yanggu County and owner of Da Song Football Club, who was about to pass away, recalled his life, and his tears of happiness were filled with gratitude to God. He was fortunate that in his limited life, the woman named Pan Jinlian once appeared, leading him to quickly start the highlight moment of his life. Let his name be worshiped by future generations of men. No matter whether it was the sweetness in her smile or the saltiness in her tears, it was just that feeling that he missed the most. Many years later, when Master Guanyin recalled the process of arranging for his master and apprentice to study in the West, he not only burst into tears: Is this a test for them or is it difficult for me? There are some things Buddha said that we need to make clear! Many years later, the White Snake recalled her experience of becoming an immortal. She looked down at the world and sighed: Without Fahai, I would never be where I am today. Brother Hai is selfless and fair, and should be respected by both humans and gods! To be honest, Brother Hai is a good person. If he hadn't been a womanizer... Many years later... After countless people have gone through their lives for many years, Zhou Mingyuan was interviewed by a reporter: My ability to become the richest man in the world is mainly inseparable from my personal efforts... (Friendly reminder, nonsensical style, please be careful if you don't like it. Hahaha.)

I will never forget that day. The dying little monkey gently opened the mountain door, with scars all over his eyes that were deep enough to penetrate his bones. I will never forget that day. The monkey suddenly spoke, gritted his teeth and knelt down under the crowd's sticks, insisting on asking for help! I will never forget that day. He returned after consecrating me, thrust a pecan bracelet into my hand, and left without looking back. I will never forget that day. He broke through the heavens, the wind of the stick swept across, and his eyes were full of anger, burning in the wind! I will never forget that day. He reluctantly looked back, as if his soul had been taken away, and he embarked on the road to the west. I will never forget that day. His eyes were cloudy, and he begged me to remember the past and let him leave this world without any nostalgia. What way! What Buddha! What mercy! What a golden body! The monkey said he didn't want any of them! He just wanted me to remember his name. Not some damn Sun Walker! Not even the fucking Monkey King! I watched him raise his head high and take a sip of the poisonous wine I handed him! He waved his sleeves to wipe away the blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth. After all, he did not lower his head. He said that he missed the moonlit night at Lingtai and the carefree time in Huaguo Mountain. He said, let's call him a dead monkey... (A new book has been opened, big guys are welcome to comment.)