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Xue'er took the hand of the female ghost and was about to rush to Shenyue Mountain, when suddenly at the foot of an inexplicable small mountain, an old black dog with golden light ran out, and at a glance, the old black dog was about 50 years old, bald, and his face exuded the light of the accelerator......

Suddenly, the old black dog's body was quite excited, throwing his blood in the air, and he jumped up suddenly, as if all these jumps were for a dazzling movie plot, to do a full run, or a prelude!

If you don't look closely, you will never see that it is a dog that knows the destiny of heaven, and it is pitch black. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because its face always carries a kind of age-inappropriate, naïve and self-inflicted cleverness.

"Hehe, he's put a lot of effort into making a teacher for a twilight girl!" said a young man, his face full of disdain as he spoke......

"Haha, in the end, even the soul was lost, so I could only write about it in a cool and white ......," a middle-aged man said with a sigh.

"Really, I'm getting older, it's not okay to pursue something, what about you pursuing an old hen---- when you watch people hook up with little white faces, you don't have a ...... in your mind" The voice of a woman who is not confused.

"Hey, people are prostitutes---- and they are already happy in their old age, and they don't care if they have a soul, just like a husband guarding his wife...... "An old man who knows the destiny of heaven said.

"Hehe, it's fun!" said two young men in unison.

……

"Hehe!" Cher laughed happily when she heard so many real voices.

Cher's greatest joy is to watch the prostitute eat the soul of the chicken ---- be overwhelmed, and the chicken eats the soul of the prostitute ---- replace it with a new and energetic soul. Then, a bunch of decadent, poetic deaths were created.

It turns out that the harmonious relationship between husband and wife is a kind of cannibalism---- and those who rely on poetry for their livelihood have never come up with decent works.

"Ah, are you going to humiliate him?" whispered. "Shhhh

"You can't take the same old manuscript if you're curious!" came a whispered voice.

"Will you let me take a new manuscript and send the ladder to the enemy again?"

"Didn't you slap someone, then, and why did you have to vote?" whispered cautiously again.

"Shhh......h

"And then...... "Still talking in secret......

…… Suddenly, a whispered conversation vanished......

"Eh, I don't even dare to write the truth, and I still write poetry!" a strange and young voice floated by.

Hey! The happiness of the Qinglou should be the first choice for the unspoken rules of the poetry world! I don't know which one, I have suffered from the unspoken rules of the poetry world, and this is crying poorly.

Cher heard the voices of the crowd again, and her happiness lasted a little longer......

With a gust of night breeze blowing, Xue'er consciously pulled her body back, just lying on the roof of the leaning house with the female ghost......

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(To be continued.) )