One day is long, one go, one heart and one mind.
At a glance, as always, this is a close call.
A ghost, a body, a courage, a word, a word, a word, a word, a word, a word, a word.
When I fall asleep, I will be defeated.
The temporary wealth is treated equally, and it is written off with a wave of your hand.
I know nothing about it, and it has nothing to do with it.
Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step.
Once and for all, a word is worth a thousand dollars, and a piece of Bing Xin has nothing.
Stay ahead, spend a lot of money and survive.
Become famous in one fell swoop, friends one after another, twists and turns, twists and turns.
A little knowledge is almost a little bit, and a hubeno has nothing.
I know nothing about it. One day, Sanqiu hit it off and arranged everything himself.
A red heart, meticulous, smooth sailing.
The harmonious and decisive teacher hit the nail on the head.
Hit it off, hit it off, walk the line, broke.
Thousands of miles away, it is quite critical, United as one, unimpeded.
Clean, poor, white, poor and wrong.
Kill two birds with one stone.