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　 After the news that my school sister and Wang Wenzhong were together, everyone was going crazy. Wang Wenzhong’s body is five short and he is not amazing. After several years of university re-examination, he finally reluctantly squeezed into the narrow gate thanks to the bonus points of retirement. Therefore, he is a bit older than us. With him, there will always be something The feeling of big brother. Perhaps.. Read More

On the slope of the road, a stride stepped into the air, fell straight down the stairs, and hit the chin. I didn’t even know if I had two front teeth knocked off…” Needless to say, Now Zhang Bold is no longer bold. From then on, he not only kept silent about the ghosts, never mentioned it, but even suffered from the “mental weakness” syndrome. He is still receiving treatment.. Read More

A golden carp, braised in brown sauce, was brought to the village yard, and I had a bite of wine and fish. In this way, 1: My grandfather also put down his snacks: It seems that gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people: 2: The rumors in the village are suppressed. 3: My grandfather’s prestige is unprecedented.

This is what a colleague said. His family is from Guanzhong, and I always feel that Guanzhong’s cultural heritage is determined by the fact that there are more strange and capable people. One of his distant relatives built a new house for his son. In fact, the village committee approved a plot of land and built it himself. After the construction was completed, the son and daughter-in-law moved in. After.. Read More

With a click, the door opened and Lin Fan walked in with his tired body. Perhaps this was the most thrilling day of his life. The blame is his profession. After graduating from university, Lin Fan became a reporter at a newspaper. This made his parents very happy. Of course, he also married his current wife Liu Xuejiao, but things didn’t go according to expectations. He worked as a reporter.. Read More

It’s just flute kill story of one family: day disabled day disabled’m writing a ghost story on Weibo, she Knowing that someone will steal it after writing, but it can’t stop it, just take it for yourself. It was eleven o’clock when my sister was still writing her romance novel in the hut, as if she was fascinated. It was already an afternoon. I didn’t watch her go to the.. Read More

Okay, don’t open that guest room. There is the tablet of my deceased wife. He never liked to be disturbed before he was alive, so I only have one request of you, that is, not to enter his room, otherwise,” Aunt Wei said, with an extremely strange expression on his face, “he will be angry. “ Qing saw a sudden change in Wei’s face, did not react, and was stunned.. Read More

Everywhere is bright. But because of Mr. Liu’s affairs, the moonlight that followed along the way was a bit gloomy and terrifying. I parked the car at the foot of Beishan and my scalp started to explode when I got off the car. I yelled a few times: Mr. Liu! Give yourself courage. Get a stick and go up the mountain.

fruit. c2(); In Lao Zhou, I went to the wine-paying food counter. The salesperson Liu Hua told him that Haining Jin had come to buy wine the day before yesterday. They were copied in bulk. There were four or five people on the cabinet at that time. I can’t remember who it was, but they didn’t eat their stomachs and no one was poisoned. When he returned to the scene.. Read More

Wang Feng walked alone on an unmanned and remote road, complaining as he walked:…Damn it, let me see how I go back to clean up you… He walked into an alley without knowing it. There was not even a single star in the black sky. A gust of wind blew and hit Wang Feng’s face, but there was no coolness at all. It was more gloomy, and there were several.. Read More