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As soon as Zhou Pan opened his eyes, he found that he was reborn in the body of an unlucky guy with a fragile body. What made her even more tearful was that the Yuanshen and Immortal Mansion that she was so proud of were sealed by an inexplicable soul-suppressing tower. And the only one who can lift the seal is his unlucky husband.

As soon as Zhou Pan opened his eyes, he discovered that he was reborn in the body of an unlucky man who was delicate and frail and was strangled to death by his husband on their wedding night. I felt like crying without tears. What made her even more tearful was that the Yuanshen and Immortal Mansion that she was so proud of were sealed by an inexplicable soul-suppressing tower. The only one who can break the seal is my unlucky husband, so Zhou Wan begins, licking his old face every day, begging for kisses and hugs and holding him high. Looking at Mu Nanchen with a pitiful look on his face, Zhou Pan gave up his moral integrity and said, "Mr., Come and sleep." Mu Nanchen resisted the urge to tell her that he had regained consciousness. He was held in someone's arms. It seemed that this kind of day of pretending to be stupid was quite good.

As soon as Zhou Pan opened his eyes, he discovered that he was reborn in the body of an unlucky man who was delicate and frail and was strangled to death by his husband on their wedding night. I felt like crying without tears. What made her even more tearful was that the Yuanshen and Immortal Mansion that she was so proud of were sealed by an inexplicable soul-suppressing tower. The only one who can lift the seal is my unlucky husband, so Zhou Pan begins, licking his old face every day, begging for kisses, hugs and lifting him up...

A Tang Dynasty monk traveled to the present... Monk--looking at the obscene picture on the computer screen seriously, the sound of moans coming from the speakers next to him made people burst into blood vessels. Unfortunately, she happened to walk to the door, heard the moans inside, and kicked the door in... Monk - what is this thing? It actually looks similar to his own penis, but is a bit smaller. The monk can hold it quite easily in his hand, and he uses it as a hammer to knock wooden fish on the coffee table... Weaving among all kinds of women with feasting and feasting... A wave of monk's sleeves did not take away any clouds, but took away their hearts... He secretly vowed to be a good, fair-weather monk whose sex is empty. *****Dear friends, I believe in your vision!!! Xiaobao and the monk are rolling around for all readers and friends. Remember to collect, collect, and collect again!!! *****