I heard that the soul of a young man has three points of spark-like scorching;

The rain beats the beads, the curtain frost blows the snow, and the pen travels for seven nights, this is a piece of chicken feathers in the palace banquet, it is the accumulation of dust cleared by the red-clothed young man next to the window with the abacus in his hand, the scattered pattern is just like the moment Gu Nian's dragon robe is in the body but can not get the slightest warmth from this, turning back to the stars held up by the fingertips There is a cold touch, that volume is about the mountains torn apart by the midnight lanterns, and an uncovered jungle in the shelter of the mountains is full of life, and by the way, it also obliterates all the residual warmth and calm;

Today's Yin, only the emperor is left, but the coquettish body makes the ministers ......

"Dao Fusheng" is absurd Chapter Seventy-Seven: Jedi Tongtian is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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