Narrator: It's a secret that can't be told, so I have to use it in the name of a puppet......

Is the desire of the heart the way home Chenyan pondered calmly If so, he could feel at ease Pursuing the avenue is just for relief and detachment Thinking of this, the pain of the flesh eroded by the tyrannical rank worm gradually faded The sense of confusion also quietly left Chenyan was temporarily troubled "Xi, is it you", Chenyan trembled, but he didn't have the courage to touch that face that fell into the world for hundreds of millions of years The memories that Chenyan had after his reincarnation were only fragmented and hazy This goddess of beauty who overshadowed mortal dust, gods and demons from all walks of life Let Chenyan feel the existence of warmth and softness Bai Xi is the goddess who controls the appearance and figure of all women in the world and has reached the cultivation of the god of the Asian Creation, but she has self-styled first-order charm and a memory of the virtual realm, in order to not only be able to make the most beautiful promise under the cherry blossoms... is no longer like the queen of the red light to spin alone Bai Xi thought that she could enjoy that beauty forever After all, she and Chenyan were freed from the shackles of the power of the God of Creation Transcendence from reincarnation But the power of the supreme law has not changed Rao is the main creator god, I am afraid there is no power to change it The highest power is the power itself or the owner of power Who knows Hearing this opening sentence every time the man she once loved Bai Xi smiled sadly, and a trace of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes But it quickly disappeared The jade hand reached out to Chenyan's trembling thin hand and stabilized it to touch Bai Xi's half of his face that was not covered by the glass veil "It's me, it's thanks to Yan Xuanyin, young husband, are you okay" A few clusters of tears kept rolling in Bai Xi's eyes Although it was a very small scene, Chenyan still caught it After wiping some tears, "If there is no concept of eternal return, then our existence is just an accident outside time and space", Chenyan stabilized his demeanor, "Wait, husband, the slave family doesn't want to listen to it" Bai Xi was shy, "Yan Ke still remembers the bubbling fairy dome pot" The voice fell The unbearable demon waist enveloped Yan Jun's weak Yan Jun changed

Now that you don't have the courage to hug Xi'er, "Xinu is coquettish.

"No, Xi'er, listen to me."

"The slave family doesn't listen, I'm afraid it's that Shangguan Xi that you can't forget."

"How do you know?"

"Husband, don't explain it yet...... The current work is to solve the copyright problem, although our story is destined to dive, there is no ending ...

"What does copyright mean?" ...... "This is the fruit of the words I made from the post in the Ten Thousand Worlds Language Pot of the Lord of the Heaven and Earth Alliance

The great god of Cangjie is not a word, it is a big matter......

"Xi'er, why did you play with the homophonic stalk......"

"There's no way, the stalk has been broken, if it's just a boring monosensory...... If one day

"What controls us is a waste material, and we read a lot of novels, but we don't learn any skills, we just learn them," and it's not writing material at all

"Xi'er, can you still have a good time?"

"Yan Jun, don't mess up, the protagonists in the novel world are all at the level of rebellion, and they have provoked them

Will you eat your good fruit? And ......"

"Xi'er, you won't ......"

"Yes, Tucao-kun is Xi'er, my master...... So, this time I'm here to ask you to break up......."

The dust of the ancestors of the Da Gardenia cup stings the cat young

"Okay, ......"

Bai Xi was ashamed in his heart, "Won't you keep Xi'er......"

"What the hell knows you're playing with me? ”

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"There will be a scene where Yanjun will enter the drama world That style Heaven and Tao are all messed up Yanjun is no longer Yanjun Can you still expose Xi'er's disguise Tear the mask and keep entering the play Xi'er can ...... "Chu Opera: Camouflage Play: Drama Holds the Sky Dome."

The drama girl Mio plays a lot of it's not autumn, it's a → full of pharyngeal _→

Divided into chapters

Spit style:

Xiaobaiwen style:

Mimicry:

Prayer Ceremony:

Beyond:

Middle 2 Formula:

The level needs to be improved:

Resentment

Conceptual Field Style:

Your eclipse is my formula:

Ignore nothing...... Style:

Invincible:

How to do it:

I have no words for life and death:

Wordless don't know is not a formula:

Love you is not homophonic:

Formula is not like the formula:

Seek Me Only:

The author needs but does not need to be comforted, as long as he kneades

Absolute proportional poetry

Kill together - e

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Can you say one more The author doesn't want to be an author

Hee-hee

- Chronological Chronicles