I beg book friends to recommend, evaluate, and collect. Don't forget. Hungry for advice and suggestions. I clenched my fists here and bowed down. Happy Sunday.

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It made me feel like I had lost my soul.

During the day, when there are people, I think about her, and when there is no one at night, I still think about her. My soul was in complete control of her.

The girl walked to a place where she couldn't see him, stopped, shook the knot of her beautiful hair, turned back to see that there was no one behind her, wiped the sweat from her palate, and gasped lightly.

The light leg step unconsciously accelerated.

When I got home, the girl pushed the door and walked into the hall, and said in my heart, "Usually my father sits in the hall, and when he sees me coming back, he always greets me with a smile, but today there is no him."

Oh, maybe he went to the toilet, or maybe he didn't have to?

The girl pushed the door and walked into her room, and rested on the ** for a while.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Dad poked his head in, holding a purple teapot in his big thick hand, filled with light-colored tea.

The water vapor of the tea rose and covered half of my father's face.

The father parted the water vapor and turned his face to his daughter, and was very happy to see his daughter return home.

"You're back, how are you going?"

The attentive father seemed to feel that his daughter was different from usual, and when she came back, she was a little wilted, as if she didn't have any energy. Dad grinned and walked in

Extremely considerate and concerned to ask

"What's the matter, my precious girl, so wilted since you came back?

The daughter glanced up at her father, smiled charmingly, and replied as if nothing had happened

"Dad, there's nothing wrong, don't bother me, I'm fine, I'm healthy, and my life is happy and happy.

You don't have to worry about me, you'd better shut me up from the outside, my good father. Dad shook his head helplessly and opened the door and walked out, and when he went out, Dad dropped a sentence,

"Hello, Dad is relieved, you must tell Dad if you have something, do you hear, you are Dad's close-fitting little jacket, my good girl, ah?"

After sending the annoying father away, the girl fell into tangled and ** thoughts again......

The figure of the boy kept flashing in front of me.

The girl shook her head, but his shadow still lingered, and the girl told herself reasonably:

Don't think about him anymore, fate may be caused by chance, she is fleeting, or it was originally given by God.

However, she still fell into deep thoughts,

When will we meet again, God, when will we be given the opportunity to meet again?

It's useless to just think about it, and the girl's heart is full of infinite doubts.

Looking up at the sky, she shook her head impatiently, still looking down, thinking about him that reason had made her forget.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and my brain was very messy, and there was no one else in my brain, only the boy who practiced homework.

The girl thinks to herself:

It's really weird, that unknown boy, why can't I get rid of it,

Thinking about it, I should admit that this boy is the most handsome and dashing boy I have ever seen, and the one with a peculiar spiritual root is extremely good.

In our continent, where cultivation is prevalent, his character is still precious.

In particular, the mole on his mouth, like a glittering golden bean, exudes the infinite charm of a man, and it still fascinates me.

Thinking of these girls' ruddy faces, they bloomed and flashed in an instant, and with a sip, she threw her hair back, and the girl lowered her head very low, and couldn't help but sigh to herself.

Hey, maybe the girl can't control my mind at my age, if there is no extraterritorial magic, of course.

My dad said that I have lost more than a lap in the past few days.

I heard that other girls have suffered from mental disorders and even mental illness because of this kind of thing.

I have to control myself, if I get mentally ill, no one will want it in my life, and I am very afraid of such a tragic end, and I resolutely do not want it.

Every time I pass by his place, I can't help but stretch my neck long, fantasizing about seeing him, but every time I am very disappointed and frustrated.

An urge to reunite with him always lingered and haunted in my mind, lingering on me and becoming a source of pain for me all the time.

I vaguely thought in my heart that I might see him for this lovesick disease, and I might be better.

At least a remission.

According to the guidance and teachings of the master, the young man sat upright on the wooden stake, his eyes closed, eliminating distracting thoughts, and guarding the dantian.

Sitting on a narrow stake, which is as high as a person's body, and which does not fit half of the upper buttocks, is such a stake on which the boy cultivates for practice.

Because the body is out of balance. The light chirped, and he moved his light young body up, only to hear the light chirp, and he fell from the stake again.

He got up and bounced off the dust off his body, wiped the sweat from his face, and climbed onto the stake again. After calming his mind, dissipating his qi, and calming himself down, he began his cultivation training.

In this way, he fell from the stake many times, but he never knew to be discouraged, he was strong and resolute, indomitable, and with the fearless spirit of never giving up until he reached his goal, he persevered in his struggle, and his mind and body were dealt with powerful blows and tempered.

Standing on the ground, he leaned down and lifted his clothes, revealing a bruised and purple wounded skin in front of the young man's eyes.

He frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and showed a rare hardship and determination in the depths of his expression, and it was terrible to fall these difficulties.

However, at this time, he thought, difficulties can only frighten cowards and fools, and can only be a special negative reinforcement stimulus for me.

Holding on to the scars of the fall, the boy regained his feet on the stake, raised his head, looked straight ahead, stretched his hand away, and stretched it out at a forty-five degree angle to the right of the front.

At the same time, the outside air is inhaled into the abdominal cavity in the mouth, and then the outstretched palm clenches into a fist, retracts it, and lowers the fists to the chest.

Then, the qi in the abdomen is discharged from the mouth.

At this time, the young man fixed his divine sense, and the whole action was called fixed breath above the cultivation.

At this time, I saw that the young man's legs and feet had stabilized like a mountain, contrary to the unstable state of swaying and swaying at the beginning.

After countless beatings and tribulations, the young man's cultivation has achieved a little.

At this point, the young man's face showed a look of relief that was not easy to be noticed.

Raise your hand, wipe the sweat from your face, and exhale a cloudy breath.

This process, that happened not so long ago.

Now this young man has further improved, and his cultivation has made significant progress.

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Thank you, dear book friends, for accompanying us all the way. The support of book friends is my only motivation.