It's raining, half happy, so just sit quietly and do what you like, half melancholy, the days are approaching, smell the time to disappear, less opportunity to make money, making money has become not easy, heh!

Sit and watch the years go by, listen to the rain

The beautiful master of love looked at the two people in the air, as if looking at the feeling of one positive and one negative, one day and one place, "This person is diametrically opposed to the master of the underworld." ”

The aura of natural domination emanated from the body of the master of the underworld, and he said hostilely: "There is no master in the underworld, and the boredom is as big as a god." ”

The gaze of the god of boredom pierced from behind the Lord of the Underworld, piercing through the temple to the delicate body of the Dementor Luo on the bed of white roses, and his eyes returned to the Lord of the Underworld with fire in his eyes.

There are no words, no words, the boring god pulls through the air, and instantly beats the master of the underworld, until the master of the underworld disappears, and there is no more master of the underworld in the underworld.

In the air, a figure stepped out of the boredom god Ling Li, and it was the proud music emperor, the music emperor Tianjiaolong walked into the music palace city and walked towards the soul dementor Luo.

The boring god who was still stuck in the air, when he lowered his head to look at the master of love, he was already the king of leisure, Long Yinyue, he slowly descended, walked to the master of love, took her jade hand, and said softly: "Let's go!"

The master of love lowered his head and replied shyly: "Where are you going?".

The Easy King Long Yinyue suddenly laughed and said, "Go to a place of forgetfulness."

The beautiful lord of love suddenly thought of something, glanced at the King of Ease, and lowered his head

From not knowing to knowing, from strange to familiar, from the heart to your heart, how much fate is needed in this process, from hand in hand to the end of the world, to daily life, to oil, rice, firewood, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, and to the ordinary.

The dream did not come true, only written on the Internet, to achieve her. But leaving a sadness behind it, leaving a lonely wandering, this is the source of tragedy in the world, there is life and death, and thinking is destined to your joys and sorrows for a lifetime.

Laugh, cry, face!

I haven't taken out my heart for a long time, and I feel that the years do not leave people, I think the author was still a seventeen-year-old boy, and wrote the first love letter at the age of nineteen.

Qingfeng has a lifetime, and it is also happy.

"A majestic man and a beauty who has gone through vicissitudes" 100 volumes of 39 Qingfeng Life (to be continued......)