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Hua'er looked indifferently at the pitch-black demonic wind, her huge wings buzzing.

Duoduo pricked up her ears to listen to the sound.

"Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying, flying, popping!"

"Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying yo, flying yo, ahhhh

"Oh, oh, Sister Hua'er's wings turned out to be a swarm of cute and kind little bees!" Duoduo heard the particularly pleasant buzz, and heard the two little cuties, innocently singing children's songs, they were very happy......

The flowers suddenly shook in front of their eyes, and their two lovely little hands were happily clapping at each other.

Two lovely smiling faces, full of indescribable heavenly joy.

"Why can't that black wife who is standing by the end of her life write shit?" said a middle-aged man's voice.

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching: maybe it's because of the excess of scheming, and the backscheming of oneself, maybe what? Hehe, what do you say?" said a middle-aged woman calmly.

"Haha, people are doing, the sky is watching, and no matter how many men and husbands they hook up, I haven't seen the one who gave up their bad wife in reality and married her. Seeing her pitiful, alone in a barren land, and seeing her husband in her marriage, she was stealing with different men, and I don't know how to feel. Human beings are afraid, and they are completely lost in their minds by some men outside of marriage. She has dedicated her soul and her life's malice and scheming, but in exchange for nothing more than her black husband, she has lost all her literary brilliance, can't write bullshit---- can you say that she is a human being? If you lose the root of purity and goodness, and live on malice and decay, what can you gain?---- hehe, people are doing, natural disasters look! A black wife who knows nothing but self-touching. The man first looked up and laughed. Looking at the dark fog, and finally smiling indifferently, looking at the ugly little **, the big prostitute, it seems that there is an indescribable inner happiness! Hua'er looked at the dark demon wind with an indifferent expression, and her huge wings buzzed.

Duoduo pricked up her ears to listen to the sound.

"Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying, flying, popping!"

"Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying yo, flying yo, ahhhh

"Oh, oh, Sister Hua'er's wings turned out to be a swarm of cute and kind little bees!" Duoduo heard the particularly pleasant buzz, and heard the two little cuties, innocently singing children's songs, they were very happy......

The flowers suddenly shook in front of their eyes, and their two lovely little hands were happily clapping at each other.

Two lovely smiling faces, full of indescribable heavenly joy.

"Why can't that black wife who is standing by the end of her life write shit?" said a middle-aged man's voice.

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching: maybe it's because of the excess of scheming, and the backscheming of oneself, maybe what? Hehe, what do you say?" said a middle-aged woman calmly.

"Haha, people are doing, the sky is watching, and no matter how many men and husbands they hook up, I haven't seen the one who gave up their bad wife in reality and married her. Seeing her pitiful, alone in a barren land, and seeing her husband in her marriage, she was stealing with different men, and I don't know how to feel. Human beings are afraid, and they are completely lost in their minds by some men outside of marriage. She has dedicated her soul and her life's malice and scheming, but in exchange for nothing more than her black husband, she has lost all her literary brilliance, can't write bullshit---- can you say that she is a human being? If you lose the root of purity and goodness, and live on malice and decay, what can you gain?---- hehe, people are doing, natural disasters look! A black wife who knows nothing but self-touching. The man first looked up and laughed. Looking at the dark fog, and finally smiling indifferently, looking at the ugly little **, the big prostitute, it seems that there is an indescribable inner happiness!