After Serving the Son of Fortune for Three Hundred Years

I don't really like ntr, so I might as well kill it directly. The beauty is made of bones, the skin is made of cloth, and the blood is used as paint. The soul is used directly to light the lamp, and then the painting is given to Lin Xiao. This is no better than picking up tattered shoes. If you really want beauty, it is better to cultivate it yourself.

Hao Chi😋, my dear, who said the old routine is no longer good? New wine in old bottles is also in line with the current new tastes😋What a seductive and dark big devil (pure and refreshing) If you always pursue this quality guarantee, bro (loyal! Honest!)

I dreamed back to 14 years ago, about the God of War, the Eternal God Emperor, and some miscellaneous books. My lost youth, thank you to the author for helping me find it.

It would be nice if Lin Yuan was reborn as an old man, humble, insignificant, ugly... It would be nice to bring Lin Xiao into

New wine in old bottles, a must-see for thieves

I ate so much 😋 that I stayed up late to read it. It was like old wine brewing in new cups, and I felt like I was using my hands one day and suddenly used the cups. I, General Lin Yuan, am the only one who can strategize and play around in the palm of my hand. By the way, rebooting, one day on the first floor😋

Inevitably, it reminds me of Goddess Record, where the protagonist disappears in seclusion and his beloved beauty is abandoned by the world. This article may seem like venting anger, but in fact, it turns into an old Chinese medicine doctor to help women find their original aspirations and avoid the fate of being liquidated by the world. A sincere heart full of positive energy and a stalwart figure make the former protagonist a good-luck villain. I guess the ending will be that the former protagonist stands vigil for the protagonist with a guilty heart, admiring eyes, and straightened chest.

The title and introduction are clear. Pig's feet have been used as a bastard for three hundred years. If you think a little more divergently, you can understand. During this period, I probably gave new cars to my eldest brother to drive, and now I am very proud of driving a second-hand car that my eldest brother doesn't want. Other novels about wives are all born to you and not yet born to you, so that's understandable. This one is just a story about being a tortoise for three hundred years and having a pig's trotter stabbed in the back by the eldest brother, and then playing with the eldest brother for the rest. Anyway, I don't see what's so cool about it. There are some people who are comforting themselves. What kind of wife is not a shabby shoe? They are of the same age as a pig's trotter. Why didn't they dare to drive a car when it was still new? Now that you think about it, it's ridiculous to buy second-hand goods. Aren't second-hand goods second-hand goods?

All seven tickets are given to you, write more about cows, I love watching cows

The result is surprisingly delicious, more updates, author, it's time to transform into the ultimate minotaur😋