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Oh, and just like that, a natural crematorium was poured with ink...

Hurricanes shuttle in one step: ---- one bump and one poke---- one bump and one poke---- one bump and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke---- one poke and one poke!

Shaking his head like this---- it's done! All ten coffins were carried to the burial ground by the hurricane......

Ten handsome crows lifted the lid of the coffin and added the lid into the raging fire---- the flames became even more powerful----

Ten delicate crows had already gnawed the first corpse---- and threw the remaining bones into the sea, and the handsome crows lifted the lid of the second coffin ---- threw it into the raging fire...... Turning back, the body was gone...... The handsome crow is the most diligent, and the delicate crow is the busiest......

Within a few minutes, a raging fire had already raged on the seashore---- the bodies in the crematorium had been gnawed and thrown away, and then: two crows in one coffin, and as soon as the coffin was placed in the burial ground---- the delicate, handsome crow was covered with fire......

The trained crows were so fast that the distance between the first pair of crows and the tenth pair was only three seconds---- and the feeling of being burned made the male and female crows completely empty......

The fire smelled of rotting corpses, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the corpse of a maiden, the corpse of a crow, or the ears of rice that had been harvested......

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Cher continued with a wave of her brush: the ashes were wiped away, and the smell of burnt in the air was wiped away......

The fresh air after the rain ---- slowly spread......

Xue'er looked down: the little white butterfly, fluttering with two graceful little wings---- suddenly flashed to the rape flower, and the butterfly Xiaobai swayed to the endless rape flower field......

The rape fields disappeared abruptly: all that was left of the vast wilderness was the fluttering butterfly Xiaobai. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe, Butterfly Xiaobai is so lonely!" Xue'er thought, and continued to wave her pen to generate electricity---- "Huohuo!" Xue'er used green fuel and yellow fuel to splash ink. "Hulala" a field of rape blossoms, like a sudden attack in the wilderness.

There are two bees on the rape flower: suddenly they raise their graceful little feet and "buzz" and "buzz...... From static to moving...... Cher felt a little tighter at the waist: two little bees were holding golden handkerchiefs and singing about ---- ice and snow on the entire snowy mountain were about to melt----

Cher stopped being homesick when she thought about it.

Cher draws a winding mountain path along the mountain range: there are a few little green snakes walking around on the mountain road, twisting their little waists...... "Hey, little greens: how can you twist around and be coquettish like a herd of goblins?" When the little green snake heard it, he straightened his body crookedly, like a straight green onion that was pulled out by anger, or a green Shaolin stick---- whistling away, whistling away, whistling away......

Looking at the resolute back of the little green snake: the lace of the butterfly Xiaobai, shaking in the dark......

"Hehe" the butterfly moored on the screen this time Xiaobai was smiling...... Cher paints a tranquil lake: the lake holds up a motherland...... What is written on the border of that motherland, oh, it is called "Silence from the Heart!" That country is too small, and in the center of the lake there is a lonely island that flies:

Boats, campfires, and caught fish frozen to death and alive on the isolated islands......

Xue'er looked at the dead fish eye, and then at the dead fish eye---- suddenly the fish that had been frozen for half a year rose into the air, fell into the lake, and floated agitatedly, the joy of fish and water in the realm of life......

The brush quietly holds up the shrimp around the fish, and the fish and shrimp love each other---- like a few separated family members, and the lake is quickly reunited......

Cher rowed another small boat, and there was an oar in the small boat, and there were too large sails that rose and fell all the way, pressing the cabin......

An evening breeze blows into the painting: the boat is blown away ---- the wind, her sails hanging lightly in the evening breeze, and the cabin squirming like a fish's gills......

One by one, the last touches of the evening breeze were removed from the sails----

Immediately afterwards, the sails jumped and poured into the night sky---- and the sails dragged down the storm and thunder that penetrated the sky and the earth...... A piercing sound of thunder ---- blast a crack in the surface of the lake: a small sludge with golden light, a tuo is more majestic than a camel! Cher smelled a trace of fishy stench, and quickly waved her paintbrush, "Click!" A swift lightning bolt took away the thunder...... The deep pond is slowly baptized with white lotus flowers (when the evening breeze blows, the lotus painting skin is revealed: the faded hen pulls the regulars...... ), also baptized the restless thunder.

Thunder passes by Luoyang and Chang'an, and then passes by the overhead crane and the Shinkansen...... After throwing a street lamp ---- lightning where the thunder road is high, people have covered their ears and admired the overly passionate thunder...... "click, click......"

A few construction workers were too noisy and wanted to unload the thunder......

Cher strokes a pen: a few sweet snowballs are rapidly gathering towards the construction workers......

The construction workers picked up the snowballs from Xue'er: a Luoyang, a Chang'an, a Mercedes-Benz crane, and a Shinkansen......

When they reached their destination, they threw each snowball like a colorful firework---- carrying spears and thunderbolts upward----

Cher continued to draw a detailed brush: she drew countless wonderful poisonous arrows shooting into the sky---- and the thunder was shattered: Cher smelled the smell of Mommy's rice, the small roses, and the spear and knife that smashed the thunder......

A small rose blooms with a thin petal: the whole piece of paper is filled with gentle, forgetful flowers blooming and small fires...... The small flames rushed along the drawing paper---- Oh, Xue'er saw it, the rushing snow-capped mountains and mountains ---- like the selfish rocket launched by the United States!

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