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"Sir, do you call this theoretical knowledge? You still have such a stylish way of talking about such a shabby mass grave. Those who don't know would think you are inviting the tombs of some princes and princesses from the Qing Dynasty." A boy of eighteen or nineteen was lying lazily on a shabby wooden bed. "Damn it, little bastard, don't mess with me. I'm telling you, if you don't get it tonight, you will stay in this mass grave for the rest of your life." The old man said angrily. Zhong Xia stayed in Gushan at night, and a beautiful woman cried in her dream that night, saying that Zhong Xia was weighing her down and she couldn't breathe. Xia woke up, dug half a foot into the ground, and found half a corpse. Zhong Xia thought to herself, such a fate is rare. Even if she delayed the dream for me, I will be a good person, so I found the remaining half of the skeleton, and buried the woman with the whole body. In the blink of an eye, Zhongxia was struggling to find a living companion, and then he remembered that it was the woman who entrusted him with a dream, and thought he could give it a try, so... This story is purely fictitious.

The fat man raised his eyelids vigorously, untied the wine jar from his waist and poured a few more gulps into his mouth, curling his tongue: "Little girl, you are very good-looking, why are you getting involved with a stinky snake spirit? It would be disgusting if you didn't notice that his dirty robe was covered with oil."