This book is on the shelves at midnight today!

I don't want everyone to see the genuine version, just ask for a little subscription when you have enough money, and give a reward......

For this book to be on the shelves, first of all, I would like to thank the editor in charge of the little dream goddess, thank all the readers, and thank myself shamelessly.

Tomorrow into V, the official charge, I never thought that I would be able to hold on until now.

At that time, I wrote 9,000 words, about four chapters, and I was just going to write it for fun, but I didn't expect to sign a contract......

Well, since I signed the contract, I had to continue to insist, and slowly it was more than 300,000 words, in fact, I really wanted to give up in the middle, but I was embarrassed to be a eunuch when I thought that there were still people who insisted on voting for me every day.

For two whole months, not a single day has been broken, which is a man's commitment and responsibility, and I, with a clear conscience.

High-speed rail is a hot-tempered, but introverted person, very contradictory, but so real, sometimes I feel like a psychopath......

Forget it, give some dry goods for men, a poem written by Qiu Sheng's predecessor at Shandong University, "General Order ~ Men's Travel", hoping to make Chinese men really bloody outbreak.

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In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu words, and do easy water farewell.

The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut.

And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow.

The iron ship went straight down to Sydney Bay and broke through the night of the North Sea with one shot.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han is like Zhongtian.

Fight for 100,000 heroes, vow to paint the world with Chinese colors, and when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine and get drunk with the bright moon.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain.

You don't see,

The erection of Confucianism raised the strong man to die, and Shenzhou boasted of benevolence and righteousness from then on.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage.

Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh.

Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks.

Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love.

Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back.

The god was tired and slept, and the battle horn suddenly blew.

Simon said goodbye to his mother, but his mother was not sad.

The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return.

Killing the world, the tragedy shocked the underworld.

Kill one person in three steps, and your heart stops.

The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy.

In the dream, there is still murder, and the smile is bright.

Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man fierce?

In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were exclusive to people, and morality was never true.

You don't see,

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who has mercy on the elk?

The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked,

Men have their own boys.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

Xiong Zhong Xiong, the Tao is different:

See through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic.

Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.

It is better to teach 10,000 people to grit their teeth and hate them, and not to teach them to scold me.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

My generation is a hot-blooded man, but can the present people lose to the ancients?

How much generosity is a hundred years!

Let the Son build for me, and I will sing for the Son.

Beckoning to the gulls and birds on the seaside, look at the cloud dream in my chest, how about the mustard is near? Chu Yue waited for idle ears, and there was a turmoil in the liver and gallbladder.

Life matters, heaven pays, and whirling.

Several people looked at each other and smiled drunk.

Seeing that the floating clouds have passed, I am afraid of the years, and I throw it away.

Persuade the son and hold the candle, for the good spring.

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The most regrettable thing in my life is that I only have one life dedicated to the motherland.

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Finally, make a small request for piracy, ask not to spray.

If it is genuine, they are all food and clothing parents, and they dare not make requests.