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() Chu Qing after the rain.
A private house in Jiangnan.
It was at the beginning of the new lotus, when Moxi was sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, admiring plates of pearls, large and small. I gently picked up a piece of plum blossom cake with my right hand, chewed it carefully and took a sip before the rain. I feel that my lips and teeth are fragrant, and I can't help but praise again.
I quickly flipped through the catalogue of this issue, but it's just a business of crowing and stealing. Low technical content and insufficient remuneration. She went to Shui Ge to drink a little wine, so she raised her hand a little tired. The breeze blew, the brochure rustled, turned to a page marked with maple leaves and stopped. "Xiaoyu, Qiantang, Fujiaren, twenty years old, wife ..." Five coppers were drawn in the lower right corner. Moxi ·Xi·Xi smiled. This man is a valuable young man. After reading silently for two times, I gently tore off the pages and put them on a charcoal stove with boiling water, which instantly turned into fly ash.
She jumped lightly and set foot firmly on the boat without paddling, flying like an arrow to the shore.
Qiantang.
Moxi went down the river and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
Ten days passed in an instant, and I enjoyed a free trip. After landing, I went directly to Hongyuan pawnshop without delay.
The first rule of the assassin's code: the client is the emperor Laozi.
MoXi secretly thinking, according to their internal ranking 36th, it's their turn. ...
Don't forget to adopt it.