The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, blows down, the stars are like rain, and the BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Last night's Yuan Festival, Lao Gao was diligent at home, and he had no time to feel the luminous fragrance.

Today is March 3rd, and there are book friends who still have monthly passes and recommended votes in their hands, please vote for Lao Gao, please book friends!

"The Poor Warrior" asks for a monthly ticket again! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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