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I am an assassin. If nothing else, I should be deep in the bamboo forest. Dressed in plain clothes, with long hair flowing. If something unexpected happened, I would probably be in the harem of the Dog Emperor. Fighting against heaven and earth, fighting against emperors and queens, fighting against concubines and concubines... Gong Dou, I am here to make fun of you...

This book is probably about the north wind blowing... A small cabbage grows in the ground... But Xiaobaicai does not believe in evil, is not kitsch, and is not pretentious. Running wild and joyful, story. This is the work of the author who let himself go. Onlookers think twice.

Wilderness twilight, The wind is like complaining, The cold stars count, The sound of the whistle remains the same. The lonely cloud dances on the fortress for a thousand years, Where do you want to go? How many times will it take? Water cannot cover it, A sad dream, Don't know the way back. Hate nothing? Regret? Dear soul, you know me, Be infatuated and live up to your expectations. This book is about the love and hatred of a beauty in ice. The third pit: half an acre of square pond and half an acre of field. Bow!

How can I travel happily in the world? First of all, you should have a heart that is easy to be happy. Of course, just having fun by yourself is boring. It would be best to have a confidant beside you who is unreasonably good-looking, unreasonably dedicated, knowledgeable, invulnerable to all poisons, and invincible. The rivers and lakes should also look gentle and friendly, colorful and bizarre. Of course, the above is just wishful thinking. As long as there are people, there will be things you can't ask for and love to be separated from. Since it has become a river and lake, there are inevitably grievances, disputes, love and hatred, and love and hatred. As for me, I am neither white nor sweet. As for whether I am stupid or not, that is a matter of opinion. Therefore, in my world, I hold my sword, raise my eyebrows, and flutter my long hair. My chivalry can be perfected while admiring myself and going my own way. Fortunately, life is a practice with hardships but joy.