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Two rows of street lamps drove a cross, holding up the darkness of the wilderness and countless noises......

Bao'er turned around, turned around---- kept turning: a star cast a magical rain line, and the transparent rain silk exuded the light of the gods, and Bao'er shuttled flexibly in the middle of it...... Dizziness in the back......

Suddenly, two intersecting roads running east, west, north and south appeared----Oh, the cross disappeared......

It's so strange, how did that cross suddenly disappear?

Bao'er was puzzled in her heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After that, he was stunned like a nymphomaniac, always feeling that Su'er was about to come to him.

"Brother Bao'er, Brother Bao'er, come and save Su'er, come and save Su'er!" Su'er's shout woke Bao'er, and he quickly looked up, but he didn't see Su'er......

What's going on with all this? Bao'er scratched at her shiny black hair and smiled innocently.

The cobwebs, the cobwebs burned to ashes, the transparent rain that kept pouring down: they poured, they poured, they fell, they fell without hesitation---- they were stuck on the damp earth, this endless frontier soil, like a street...... Trying to dig deep into the foundation and engage in any kind of construction......

Suddenly the rain that had penetrated deep into the earth turned around, lined up in two lines---- and then stretched out like a pair of parallel lines into the distance and infinitely......

Oh, two rows of magical street lamps: the telephone poles were crystal poles of transparent fine rain, and on the poles were gray hats one after another, oh, the magical lampshades that came and went and suddenly floated up along a stream of wind, like little umbrellas that swirled......

Dragged down along the umbrella body, on the handle of the umbrella in hand, a faint light, a faint light---- the light suddenly floated up---- making the small umbrella become a parachute, and fell down with a very purpose......

Bao'er's rotation suddenly seemed like the wind, blowing the sycamore car up----

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Oh, two rows of magical street lamps: the telephone poles were crystal poles of transparent fine rain, and on the poles were gray hats one after another, oh, the magical lampshades that came and went and suddenly floated up along a stream of wind, like little umbrellas that swirled......

Dragged down along the umbrella body, on the handle of the umbrella in hand, a faint light, a faint light---- the light suddenly floated up---- making the small umbrella become a parachute, and fell down with a very purpose......

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