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After the little demon king in the demon world who was rumored to be extremely talented and ruthless failed to cross the tribulation, his demonic energy overflowed and he entered the lower realm. For a time, the world was in turmoil, and the demons and immortals began to recommend people to go to the lower world to suppress and recover the evil energy. However, the little devil is cold and lonely, has no father, no mother, and no one close to him, so no one dares to take on such an important task. At this moment, a secret room in the Little Demon Lord's residence was accidentally exposed, and everyone discovered that it was filled with portraits of a woman. The little princess Yunsu from heaven was forced into the lower world. While she was still in a daze in the lower realm, the little demonic energy came over and tightly wrapped around her waist. The soft and cool fingertips pressed against her face, and the little demon was so humble and obsessed that he went crazy. Yunsu believed it, who else could Aosu love besides her? "Do you love me?" "Love..." I only love you, and I am burning with passion for you.

[Free full text] Three years after returning to the Republic of China, Yao Zhi had just turned fourteen and was the apple of the eye of the Governor's Mansion. At this time, the young man from the Young Marshal's Mansion next door was still physically disabled and his feet were stuck in mud. Yao Zhi stretched out her hand to help him, but the young man looked fierce, closed his eyes and slapped him away with a cruel palm. Yao Zhi has been the Bai Yueguang of all Beiping youths since she was a child. She has crescent-shaped eyes and unparalleled beauty. Shen Xu regarded her as a god in his heart and only dared to think about her in his heart. He looked up at the gods on a bright moonlit night, never thinking that one day, she would take the initiative to throw herself into his chest. Yao Zhi, who had been the center of his heart for two lifetimes, grabbed the corner of his clothes and said softly. "Shen Xu, if you continue to ignore me, I'll go kiss someone else." The young man couldn't suppress his emotions. He clung to the waist of the god tightly. He had nothing and could only beg her over and over again. "Zhizhi..." "Don't abandon me." She knew that he was young and humble, and understood that his love was as deep as the sea. She won't leave, she will only be the idol of her young heart, and she will never give up. ①The copywriting is empty, after all, the Republic of China only lasted a few years, and everything serves the plot. ②Going in both directions, the story of a little fairy and a cutie with low self-esteem. ③The male protagonist's aloofness is all a disguise, just watch the female protagonist flirt with him! ④The male protagonist's leg will be broken for life, and it is impossible to grow it back or sew it back halfway.

On the day when Song Yan won the Olympic title for the third time, the whole world didn't even have time to cheer for this young man who was regarded as a sports genius. That night, the world-famous sports star was found dead at home, and a love letter was found at the scene - I have been crazy and greedy for the pleasure of the wind whistling in my ears, but since I saw you, I knew that from now on, I will love you even more greedily and crazily. That night, Yu Nian accidentally returned to the past, and unexpectedly discovered that the lonely and indifferent young man in his memory had a somewhat green and subtle thought towards him. She took the first step tentatively. That night, the boy ran desperately on the track, his heart beating so wildly that it made him dizzy. But as he touched his heart, he clearly realized that all this had nothing to do with his futile and ridiculous run just now, but because of his greed to knead her into his flesh and blood. On a breezy and slightly cold autumn night, Yu Nian walked side by side with him, with math problems in his mind. The autumn night was cold. "Yu Nian." The boy's voice was low, and his large sportswear jacket fell on her shoulders. The girl had a little bit of teasing in mind and stood on tiptoes: "Song Yan?" She asked softly and casually: "Do you want to see me dance?" Many years later, Yu Nian, who had become Song Yan's wife, saw the diary of the boy on that autumn night. --If hormones need believers, then I will swear to believe in them for the rest of my life.