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The night breeze is like cheese: the rich milky aroma squirms along the door, in the guts...... When she looked up, it was a blue-blue-gray-gray sky, and when she turned her head, it was a female ghost who was transparent, and when she looked down, she found a large amount of air, piercing through the moonlight, trickling behind her...... Only then did Xue'er realize that the female ghost in her hand was tilted into the night sky......

Moreover, their bodies were covered with a mysterious aura, which emitted a soft divine light, orange---- oh, the flame of light fluttering and flickering in the night wind, like one after another beautiful orange lamp......

Suddenly, she felt a new burst of moonlight pull her, moving slowly toward the night sky......

Xue'er looked at the female ghost in her left hand again, and saw that she was staring at the night sky in amazement, her eyes made of water, and there were streams of fresh tears flashing......

And most of the people passing by are a craggy mountain rock, and the strange sacred trees are all standing on the top of the cliff and steep cliff, catering to the night wind, making a slight sway......

Cher inadvertently saw the light, and the light flashed a wonderful gold, like a golden spirit beast one after another: Cher looked at it again, and there was indeed a little green fox, full of sparkling fluorescent light, and as soon as it was lifted by the night wind---- it emitted a magical spiritual lamp from the mysterious forest......

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When Cher looked further away, the unbearable scenery she had just seen was facing the other side......

And Xue'er took the female ghost's hand and asked softly, "Shenyue Mountain, do you know?"

"Shenyue Mountain, was it just ......?" the female ghost said equally gently. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No, it's not just the entrance to the Shenbing Mountain, the entrance to the Shenyue Mountain, and what you see is all outside the two sacred mountains......

"Oh, then, it's none of your business, hang it high?" The female ghost is proficient in spoken language, and has reached the level of normal human expression. "Of course, the pursuit of individual life is different!" said Cher, looking at the starry night sky, proudly. "Hehe, Sister Xue'er's pursuit is ......" The female ghost suddenly narrowed the distance between her and Xue'er, and asked a little eagerly. "Xue'er's pursuit is to find Sister Baiyun Fairy as soon as possible, let her be reborn as soon as possible, and let her wait for the third life of the third life, and her brother Zhang You to reunite...... Hehe" Xue'er mentioned the matter of Baiyun Fairy and Zhang You, and she couldn't stop laughing......

"Hehe, who is Sister Baiyun Fairy?" the female ghost asked curiously. "Just like you!" Cher raised her right hand and casually pointed at the female ghost. "Hehe, me!?" the female ghost still failed to capture Cher's true meaning, and broke the casserole to ask to the end.

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The next day, how did I run away?

Oh, I remember, I remember—Cher seemed to look up from some kind of sadness.

In the three years of high school, a total of 30 credits, the principal and the director of the Academic Affairs Office will automatically drop out of school after they get online once, deduct one point, and deduct the credits.

Discipline is like iron! Cher's heart seems to be full of iron discipline.

Cher has a special identity.

Cher is a descendant of soldiers, so she has never succumbed to death.

At the time, it didn't seem to be aware of it. Anyway, you can't be ---- by the principal! That's what I thought.

Two good sisters: in the face of closed teaching, iron discipline, should understand each other.

Cher is entangled: Cher always thought that she killed Xia.

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Xia: Beautiful, moving, Lin Daiyu is delicate.

If she hadn't gotten, she would have gone to a first-class university.

She had been taking black pills before. Cher vaguely felt that it was a disease. The day she went, the weekend of the previous week, she said to her mother, "Mom, I'm not feeling well. Her mother said, "Let's go to the hospital!"

She went to the hospital, and the doctor said she had to go checked on an empty stomach! Her mother made a lot of delicious food. She ate enough and went back to school......

A week later, she fell forever after brushing me by.

I miss her: she's kind. She's a good person.

The morning she left, I was still desperately taking notes, waiting for her to come back and tell her.

He didn't understand the math class that the teacher taught, but she understood what I said.

During this process, she was placed in the school clinic by the school doctor for infusion, and the school doctor said that she was suffering from a cold and a cold.

When she was receiving an infusion, she suddenly felt that she was not in a good condition, but how it was not good, there were no specific rumors.

It was the real little hero who carried her again---- her body became colder and colder when she rushed to the big hospital......

The body of the little hero who carried her trembled---- it was carrying a dead corpse!

When I walked to the big hospital, the doctor at the big hospital said, "We don't accept the dead!"

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Humans are so ruthless!

A few of them, real little heroes, knelt down together......

They want to know the real reason why she's gone.

The kind doctor, with the consent of the dean, diagnosed the corpse: she had congenital heart disease!

A deadly disease that cannot be stimulated.

So, as a good friend, Cher: she is the source of trouble.

If Cher slows down and helps her lift the hot water bottle, she will be warm in her heart, and she will not be in such a hurry, and she will not fall down...... When she fell, Cher had been separated from her for less than a minute...... But Cher ran fast. Cher is a multi-time champion of cross-country races.

Since junior high school, they have always been speed celebrities.

When it comes to high school, it's faster.

But, it was a lifetime of guilt, and Cher inadvertently killed her favorite sister.

In the second level, if the school clinic is not misdiagnosed, she can completely survive.

The school is less than 10 minutes away from the big hospital.

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After Kasumi left, her brother couldn't win the lawsuit because the school doctor was a relative of the principal.

Her brother moved her desk, took leave from work, went to school almost every day, collected her things, bit by bit, and collected her desk---- all of which were set on her grave.

Her grave is a person who died in that place in the wilderness---- and could not go to the ancestral grave.

Later, there was white paper money drifting on campus almost every day......

Her room was sealed, and all the dorm members went home for about a week.

That room was ruined like that.

Cher, I, am the only one who goes home and comes back soon. The dormitory where I lived was very close to the room where she was sealed.

I miss her.

On a moonlit night: she came to my room through the crack in the door......

She was wearing a white dress and a pale yellow blouse, and she was smiling and standing next to me.

I lay on the bed in the dormitory and didn't move: I patted my bed and said, Kasumi, you sit down.

Kasumi sat down.

I miss her. I still miss her.

After watching Dream of Red Mansions, I feel that she is Lin Daiyu alive. Her delicate beauty, her posture of dressing on an iron bed, her soft fingers, the seductive gestures she taught me history—when I taught her mathematics.

I miss her. She's a good person. She helped me study history: I never passed history in high school---- but with her, I had no fear.

When Cher was rising, she had a feeling of being particularly happy......

She closed her eyes gently: she felt the soft moonlight, under the fluttering of the night wind, grabbing her one after another, and floating her in mid-air, gently swaying...... Xue'er subconsciously opened her hazy eyes, and lifted the female ghost---- If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that it is two people, not two phantom figures......

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Cher could feel her heartbeat more and more, and she felt it.

Cher could still feel the tears of the female ghost......

Thinking of this, Xue'er, who lives by leading the female ghost, suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Hearing Xue'er laughing, the female ghost came up, looked at her handsome little face, and asked obediently, "Sister Xue'er, are you happy to be floating around?"

looked at this little ghost girl and snow son who had not yet been involved in the world: "Poof!" burst out laughing......

"Hehe, Sister Cher, you look so good when you smile!" the female ghost praised.

"Hehe!" Hearing the female ghost's praise, Xue Er'er smiled a little stiffly, and quickly retracted that smile.

The female ghost looked at Cher's expression and looked puzzled.

"Oh, I seem to know all the four typical emojis---- although I'm not familiar with them, but I can be like a human after all, hum......!"

"Is she practicing anger?" an unfamiliar voice floated down.

Cher looked up, but she didn't see anyone coming.

Immediately, she took the female ghost by the hand and looked at her in detail in all directions, but she still found nothing.

"Who? know me so well?" this time Cher wondered, she looked at the female ghost and guessed......

At the moment, it seems that it is not her voice!!, after observing for a while, Xue'er analyzed.

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I miss her, she's kind. She's a good person.

Cher fell into memory again, and when she thought about it, she was like a fairy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world......

The female ghost looked at Xue'er with a blank eye, very curious.

"It would be nice if one day, like Sister Cher, I would know how to love and think!"

But she thought about it in amazement: in addition to the truth of her soul along the way, how much memory should she have about herself and when she was still a human being!

All I remember was that I floated up from her---- and slowly moved, moved, and moved to her door, and that night the moonlight was shining and followed the ---- along the crack in the door to find her......

"Hehe, hehe......" Thinking of this, the female ghost smiled inexplicably, and her laughter floated in the night sky like a little ghost with a touch of sorrow and happiness...... At that time, Cher was about to fall asleep, and suddenly saw the soul of Kasumi in a white dress and a small yellow top......

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She looked at her, wanting to let her eyes be longing......

The moonlight in the air, along the crack in the door, standing on the ground, standing on the ground, and standing up to the sky, touched the faint fragrance of the glow and ghosts......

Next, Kasumi sat on the edge of Cher's bed for a while, then quietly stood up and drifted away along the moonlight through the crack in the door......

Before she knew it, Cher fell asleep......

Cher had a dream when she slept: Kasumi fell on the side of the road and became a ---- future calamus that floated freely in the night sky, and she sowed endless calamus seeds, which were smiling, sprouting and taking root in the wilderness......

Cher looked at the peerless seeds, fanning them with encouragement under the evening breeze, their flying laughter......

Following this laughter, it was like following an overwhelming gust of wind, and the female ghost floated out of her body forever into the world of human joy and sorrow......

Xue'er looked at the phantom of the mountain peak blown by the night breeze and said faintly.

Every time I think of her, there is a deep attachment and a passing regret......

Cher knew that she was gone, that everything was over---- but she still couldn't help but think.

Perhaps, only life and death parting is the closest and dearest! Xue'er was in a trance, and suddenly remembered another thing.

Cher only likes and cares about people or things she likes.

"Hey, hey!" Thinking of this, Cher snickered inwardly.

Saddened, she remembered...... Xue'er thought that thinking about it this time was not the same thing as thinking about Xia just now......

If Xia is the symbol of true friendship and the purity of humanity that she longs for in her heart, then what is such a trance, and the figure that flashes?

Cher felt a little confused, and she felt that the moment three months ago was somewhat the same as this time. But obviously, this mess is a bit deep......

Perhaps, this little upset is just a shallow heartache, maybe it should be attributed to love.

Should Cher love this person who makes her heart flutter ---- love the female ghost, or the female ghost's body?

Cher is still young, she doesn't know it yet...... At this moment, Cher couldn't help but shed tears again.

It's as if some people's tears are particularly cheap...... Cher wiped her tears and laughed at herself.

I miss her. She is kind. He's a good guy.

Cher cried again with a handful of snot and tears......

But the cry was held back in my heart, and no one who stayed here heard it......

Cher looked at the female ghost in front of her, and her heart seemed to be led by the nose by a feeling of imminent separation......

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"Sister Xue'er: Who do you want?" the female ghost asked innocently.

"I want Xia ---- my best friend!" said Cher, her eyes misty, rather dry.

"Sister Xue'er: I, I ......" I saw that the female ghost elephant was quite frightened, and she stepped back vigorously......

Looking at the ghost of Kasumi, who was muttering to herself and panicking, Xue'er was shocked in her heart, and her mind was clear as if she had woken up......

I miss her, she's kind. She's a good person.

Cher looked at Kasumi's ghost and continued.

Kasumi's ghost stepped back: "No, no---- Sister Xue'er, I'm Kasumi!" the female ghost shouted loudly......

"Kasumi: The Kasumi of the body is the past;

Cher muttered to herself. When she thinks of Kasumi, her heart hurts.

"You!yes, that's you!" Cher looked at the female ghost, and she burst into tears. The person who died more than ten years was not her---- but her physical body......

Cher couldn't bear to continue.

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Because of Kasumi's ghost、I think she is Kasumi herself。

Kasumi lives in my memory, and no one can take it away.

It is like a flower that blooms in a garden, and the one who picks it is the hand of destruction. Xue'er suddenly couldn't help but retreat again, I don't know what it was, and it hurt her very much.

What's wrong with me?, Cher said. Kasumi's ghost and Kasumi compete with her in Cher's brain......

Xue'er, who spoke, didn't look at the female ghost, but her eyes stared at the night sky for a moment......

How do you speak?" said the Snow Son worriedly.

"Then silently pray for a qualified poetry editor who doesn't follow the unspoken rules. An unfamiliar voice drifted by, and his voice carried a kind of hope for the truth.

"Cher, you've finally clarified a problem. The shrunken editor is disqualified......" the man said with relief......

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"You're having a problem with your wording!" a man said loudly.

"Although I also hate the unspoken rules of the poetry world,......" the man said in a very low voice, as if many decibels had been removed from his timbre at once......

"It's all those coquettish stinky girls, the poetry editors who hooked up, let them not hear or read the works of our male poets at all!" the voice was full of resentment.

"Oh, indeed, indeed! The group of poems I submitted to the national journal was precisely against extramarital sex---- and at that time, it happened that Liu Ju and Yin He stole the favor, and my manuscript was shot without even reading it!" a young woman's voice.

"Shhhh "Hmph, don't think about it, think of the majority of upright people like me, think of the majority of innocent creators who shot his manuscripts, and I am happy to think that there are so many partners who are on the same side......" said the young woman.

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"Shhhh

"I call him a ghost who plays the unspoken rules!" said the young woman viciously, as if she were open at the mention of her scolding him......

It's as if speaking out loud can remove the unspoken rules of the poetry world and bring a great fear to innocent creators......

"How's that Liu Ju editing poetry?" asked the young woman.

"Anything that is filthy and dirty can't write good things!" It is rumored that it is for the ---- old lascivious teacher, give, give, eat...... the middle-aged man said.

He speaks cautiously and carefully, open and bold.

But so far, Cher has dared to conclude that the conversation is true.

The conversation between a young man and a middle-aged man is absolutely true. At this time, a little girl about 16 years old said......

"Shhhhh............h

Cher used all her spiritual power, but she didn't see the speaker.

"Shhhhhh Cher frowned slightly, and she heard some mysterious words.

"Oh! that poetess writes so well poetry!" said a middle-aged man's voice.

"Hey! You talk about Begonia! She is the 46-year-old teacher Yin He! Shhhh Look closely, those are the whispers of the pillow!" said another young man.

"How do you know?" asked the middle-aged man. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, her soul's husband Liu Ju said that poetry is like ...... Don't talk nonsense about it, it will affect the harmony of the souls of the two people...... "Another voice suddenly stopped......

"Oh, my girlfriend, after that, I talk in that tone!" replied another young man.

"Oh, no wonder, reading the poetry there, there is a smell of Yinhe!hahaha: it turns out that the soup is not changed, I heard that the old lady will steal!" said the middle-aged man.

"But don't you think that's unconventional?" the young man asked.

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"It's not so much vulgar, it's more vulgar---- aren't the emotions written there all the emotions that are only used when you're **?" said the middle-aged man.

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Cher took her slender fingers and pulled her soft hair together, wanting to listen more carefully.

Hey, where in this world is there a more attractive psychological truth?

Some people need to consult a lot of information because of their creation, so why don't I record these truths truthfully?"

Cher looked up, but found nothing, and the smell of cigarettes filled her surroundings. Cher looked down: the female ghost, I don't know when or where she got a cigarette, and smoked it at the corner of her mouth.

Cher wondered, "Oh, I didn't carry a cigarette with me." Besides, this ethereal night sky, the fire she borrowed from there?

Xue'er is very strange、The smell of this cigarette is so familiar、It seems that she has smoked it somewhere,But I can't remember it for a while。

When Cher looked down and looked carefully, there was no cigarette in the female ghost's hand. She stood silently, as if she were a human, in serious contemplation......

"No problem!" replied Cher firmly. "You should make it clear: a poetry editor of a national journal has ***** withheld your manuscript for the sake of the 46-year-old ! What he wants to ----kill is your honest voice!" The unfamiliar voice sounded again.

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Xue'er frowned, it seems that the person who was offended by the atrophied editor was not Xue'er...... Cher vaguely saw the man, and he turned away after he finished speaking.

"His sister is ****** protective******* it is the instinct of the old ******'s brother, not to mention that the ** is his self-touching body, but I don't know if when he touches the old teacher in the twilight, he thinks of his biological sister or the old **! Hehe: poetry editor and middle school teacher! The old prostitute and his biological sister ---- the long-lost old **!" The unfamiliar voice floated again, but it was obvious that the truth had another layer......

Cher was silent: this time, she completely understood that anyone who has a spirit in the sky and wants to bury the truth will fail to the ground.

"Retribution: his soul wife in her twilight years ---- seduced someone again, and I wonder how comfortable the shrunken trainee editor ----......" the voice said viciously, but neither man nor woman could be heard......

Xue'er was lying on Shenyue Mountain, turning over, and the entire moon was ---- located under the Moon Palace, concave a small pit with just the right arc, just enough to fit the bodies of Xue'er and the female ghost!

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"! Lao Tzu is the editor of the national magazine! Lao Tzu is a man named Yin He, and the twilight old man is called Shi---- what's wrong with you? A defenseless poetry creator, can't you think about it?" Liu Ju said fiercely.

"There's a kind of you marrying her, don't just have a relationship between husband and wife in your heart---- rogue editor!" the man's voice was still floating......

"Ahhh......h Screamed a few times, he is kind to me, you will spare him!" A 46-year-old woman, standing under a middle-aged man, fell to her knees with a "plop......

"Bang, bang, bang!!" only to hear the four slaps that echoed throughout the mysterious space......

"Shhh--------h......h

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When she met the enemy, Yin He's first thought was still her Qinglou sister ---- Xinglan.

"Hey, big brother!" Yin He greeted her first lover---- the first man who pampered her in every way.

When Xing Lan heard this, her face darkened!

"Just because his delicate words were written to me, so you instigated Yang Phosphorus to hack me?" Xing Lan said viciously.

Suddenly, at this moment, Xing Lan felt that it felt so good to be his rice fat lover! Although he failed to split his legs, and although he failed to do crab hands, he was sincere to her.

Thinking about the person who hasn't even touched the side, her words are trustworthy.

"It's just hateful! just because you're innocent! you don't even play with me!" said Xinglan angrily. "Yin He, you old lady is really restless, and you dare to mention it: Hey, big brother, that incident ......" Thinking of this, Xing Lan's face became even more ugly......

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For some reason, when Yin He greeted Xinglan, he accidentally used the thoughtful words of seducing her first position lover in the past!

Suddenly, Yin He realized something, her face was a little chicken liver red, because of the old chicken, those chicken liver red, and quickly faded......

"Hey, I was too ----excited at that time, even if I was scolded by Xing Lan---- am I still human? I, Yin He, still go again and again in order to open my own real whip!" Thinking of this, Yin He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his stiff expression suddenly let go......

With her---- it will be the first convenient for me Yin He to take prostitutes...... "Thinking of this, Yin He is completely balanced......

With one kind, there is no fear. What's more, with Xing Lan, the bottom of the Qinglou, Yin He's Qinglou career will be in full swing.

Hehe, thinking of this, Yin He, who had just been slapped twice by her husband, finally balanced......

After all, what other women don't want to think about and don't want to do, Yin He did it!

On this day: Is there anyone who will award me an international cockscomb?

Yin He thought about it like this, and returned to his residence.

No, Liu Ju was worried about her again.

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"Hey, what a real soul husband! I think at the beginning, if he hadn't joined forces with Gong Ji, how could he have managed the Qinglou so well?" Yin He smiled when he thought of Du Liu Ju's thoughtfulness, gentleness, and the position of a soul husband who served his home......

Looking at the small and ugly animal ----husband who was as low as a toilet, Yin He couldn't help but laugh out of the eggshell......

If Liu Ju's soul is still as handsome as before, when I was ---- Yinhe, I have no regrets in this life!

Hehe, think about it: After betraying Liu Ju, the prostitutes have been in waves and the business of Qinglou is so good, seriously, I really have to forget about this ugly child......

As soon as she thought of this, Yin He felt extremely empty, she rushed forward, and hugged Liu Ju: "Ju, isn't this all dedicated to our Qinglou career, if I don't have a new prostitute---- our good Qinglou will fall!" Yin He looked at Liu Ju's eyes while thinking about the prostitute who was very good at bed affairs......

Hey!Qinglou woman, Qinglou woman......

Yin He occasionally has a little bit of self-knowledge.

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But she never repented.

Because, she can't eradicate the relationship with the prostitute......

Liu Ju had already been hugged very tightly by Yin He, and in order to avoid being seen by outsiders, he couldn't help but take a step back!

"Ju, do you dislike me for being dirty?" Yin He looked at Liu Ju's eyes and said softly.

"Hey, a Qinglou woman, what's dirty or not---- I can't bear it all when you are with every prostitute...... Hey, it's all my fault, I was **** anxious at the time!" Liu Ju saw Yin He pretending, and he was also pretending.

By the way, what he Liu Ju is best at is "needle tip to wheat mang!"

Hehe, a stingy soul couple! A man who knew the destiny of heaven slowly paced over and said with infinite emotion......

I don't know who said that, but it is.

Every time she fails on the **, the twilight teacher Yin He always has inexplicable insomnia and fear, of course, the first thing she thinks of is always to ----Xue Taojing to see her Qinglou sister Xinglan.

At present, Xing Lan and Yin He have become two pets in the entire poetry world. With Gong Ji to support them, Liu Ju as their soul husband, and Lao Jin as their solid Qinglou black brother, this Qinglou career, no matter what, has to be good......

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Even so, Xinglan and Yin He are mutually exclusive!

It is only when they are invincible by their own strength that the two people are united.

However, even the women in the Qinglou are eager for their personal business to be independent as soon as possible......

Therefore, when Yin He suffered a setback, Xing Lan's true state of mind was how proud she was!

Hehe, thinking of this, Xing Lan smiled stupidly in her heart.

Only at this time is the most real moment when jealousy is released......

Xinglan occasionally laughed at herself to release the long-repressed, extramarital, and poetic *********** Xinglan watched that scene and was quite proud.

Looking at Xinglan's eyes, Yin He had nowhere to complain and left in a huff......

"Hmph, I thought you were so angry, it was nothing more than the incident in the east window and the beating of your husband......" Xing Lan looked at Yin He's step-by-step and twisted posture, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief......

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"However, a domineering female teacher like her---- I'm afraid that no one can match her in the history of human affairs!" Xing Lan sighed secretly.

"Why can't you be idle when you fade---- there should be 20 male poets. After devouring the soul of the previous one, he will replace it with the next one---- everything is as good as it, and one day, there will be an inexplicable strange disease!" Xing Lan looked at Yin He's back, thinking about the men she had touched in her hands for the past two and a half years......

It's a pity that those male poets don't wake up, they are eaten out of their souls, and they don't hesitate.

Xing Lan suddenly felt that men are animals, and although they are not controlled by some kind of personal relationship, almost all male poets yearn for that dirty and atrophied emotion......

Thinking of this, Xing Lan couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, when Yang Phosphorus seduced himself, if he insisted on it, his soul would not be so faint. I've always envied the beauty of the words called Kaka, and I've always felt that my heart is more than enough to do it, maybe it's true that the dirtier people are, the more they can't write things......

"It's best if you write 10,000 poems within three years and give it to your sweetheart!" Xing Lan shouted......

"Oh, Xinglan's jealousy comes up, it's a ...... that can't be smashed when the sky falls" Xinglan was so angry that she was about to break off, and suddenly a gentle voice came......

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"Hey, Zhang Yong, your little sister called you just now, why didn't you reply?" Gong Ji said with his elbow touching Zhang Yong, wincing his eyes.

Zhang Yong's face sank at first, then he raised his arm, and touched Gong Ji in the same way, wanting to say something and holding back for the time being.

"Oh, what do you want to brutalize me!, a woman who has been by several of us!?" Gong Ji said maliciously. This made Zhang Yong not know whether to meet, or fight back, or simply fuse......

It seemed that after thinking for a second, Zhang Yong spoke......

What did you let him say, saying that an old teacher in his twilight years took the initiative to seduce him, and after being comfortable with him, he betrayed him again?

After all, people are people, and human nature drives Zhang Yong to tell the truth.

He wanted to say it beautifully, but he didn't control his emotions, and he didn't, and he accidentally said the actual mental activity, and it was obvious that he was very excited at this time!

"That coquettish old lady, everyone is forty-six, in reality, ---- can't be a chicken, this is on the Internet, hooked up with so many men---- think about how she hooked me at that time, it is still unforgettable! You see: now hooking up with a young little white face, she actually took a beautiful picture ---- she gave us, but it is a real art photo!" "Daniel Zhang is also a man, thinking of being betrayed by the first woman of his soul like this, it is also a humiliation that cannot be washed away in his life!

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"That innocent one is right! Since she betrayed her husband and betrayed me so neatly, then she betrayed me so completely!" Zhang Yong said these words, which can be described as a mixture.

"Hmph, the one who didn't even touch the edge, it's really amazing! With the power of my vision, she could really write 8,000 songs in three years. Let that coquettish old teacher, let her toss 10 more male poets, devour the souls of ten men, she can't write---- just her virtue! Whoever writes well, she goes to befriend whom, colludes with whom, drinks the blood and essence of others---- thinks it's almost the same, so she abandons it again! That old woman will not die well!" Zhang Yong couldn't help but feel hatred at this time......

Zhang Yong and Gong Ji's words also flowed into Yin He's ears somewhat.

In order to highlight the beauty of his acting---- Yin He closed the blog and revised the recent set of seven texts a lot, anyway, he had to modify it to make himself look more noble and beautiful......

"Hehe, Xue'er, see that you are clean, or is the old lady's wrist high?" Yin He thought when he revised the seven texts.

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Hey, Gong Ji's poem, Yin He knew that he wrote it for himself, but he still suffered some damage---- acting must be more realistic!

Yin He found that he was actually distracted: Gong Ji was his old prostitute; Zhang Yong was his first soul man---- in order to occupy the essence of the entire poetry world, how much unremitting efforts did the 46-year-old Yin He do! As soon as the rivers and lakes came out, there was only one woman left in the Qinglou ---- Yin He.

"Oh, no, I've got to find someone at the bottom, then Xinglan---- that bad woman who wants revenge!" Yin He said with a smug smile......

"Hehe, because they are husband and wife---- even if he has many shortcomings, he is happy......" Thinking of Liu Ju, Yin He thought without a head and a face.

An old hen, she doesn't have high requirements for herself---- as long as she has a vigorous prostitute......

As long as there are prostitutes, the business of the Qinglou will be smoother......

Yin He deserves to be called Yin He, she is still strongly dominated by physical desires and spiritual desires ----......

This ran away, and she ignored the Xinglan in front of her.

Yin He looked at Xing Lan and stopped talking......

Gong Ji looked at the two Qinglou women he had cultivated, and was disappointed.

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If there is no prostitute, it still can't work, these two soulless, inwardly empty bodies opened by prostitutes......

Gong Ji couldn't help but fall into contemplation, and Zhang Yong also unconsciously fell into contemplation: looking at the two masterpieces of self-doing and Qinglou women's ---- desires!

"Woman! Woman! Woman who is greedy for enjoyment! Hurry up and suck people's blood and write poetry better! So as not to lose our old face in the poetry world!" Gong Ji suddenly became ruthless, and he had to say some things.

Lao Jin stood far away, happily: in this world, except for the black chicken who struggles to enjoy ----, and the black daughter---- he has endless gold......

Liu Ju stood aside and smiled secretly: "Damn, Lao Tzu stole it, what can it do?" Liu Ju's smile itself is a wonderful irony, because there is no trace of manly pride in that smile, and some are just a soul husband and a little family spirit who protects soul wives!

The 46-year-old teacher was trained by him, pinching his nose and talking with his voice......

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"She's talking to Xinglan, it's just a slip of the tongue!" Zhang Yong said with great certainty. He knows everything about the old woman who was once wrapped around his crotch......

"Hehe, it seems that Brother Zhang treats her well---- you spoiled her sexually at the time, but you put a lot of effort into it!" Gong Ji said enviously. It's as if Yin He didn't satisfy his old, weak, sick, disabled, and premature ---- desires when he served him at that time......

"Hey, Brother Gong, Brother Gong, my little sister Yin is still wearing a vest, isn't she in love with you?

"Liu Ju, here comes our decadent business!" said Lao Jin with a wry smile.

"Lao Jin: Poetry is not an unearthly career, is it? "Ahem, who do you look at? You are too doting on the old stupid chicken, you have too much energy, and you can't see love, who is that? Isn't it also dilapidated?" Lao Jin made a face at Liu Ju......

"Hey, we ordinary people!" Liu Ju was only willing to tell the truth when he saw Lao Jin.

"Gong Ji: Come out!" Lao Jin beckoned to his brother, another deputy editor-in-chief who had ---- ---- old chicken.

"Oh, I've been constipated for a few months, and I've been making a little poem like a senior beauty......" Gong Ji said dejectedly.

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"No, we can't have a few animals! The other party's blood bank is not open---- vampire is going to die, the vampire is going to die!" Gong Ji sighed loudly, lest the world not know their unspoken rule group, and he wanted to cover it up and publicize it......

"Hey, old Jin, if future generations know about our bears and buns, with our power, and the old teachers in the twilight of our lives---- what will history say about us?" Gong Ji said with some silver three hundred taels here.

"Some struggles are really weak!" Liu Ju said with a sigh.

"You have done your best to write poetry?" asked Lao Jin curiously.

"All out, good poetry in a drawer, like the one who ---- excluded by our unspoken rules. We don't bring out our good poems...... Save like a blood-losing ghost, pale and weak......" Liu Ju's tone was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but explain the truth......

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