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Chapter 1

Ling Xia clutched his chest as he suddenly opened his eyes. His mouth was tremblingly inhaling large gulps of air. The pain in his stomach from that time had already passed.

He stared at the familiar yellowish color of his ceiling. Don't tell me that I died again and came back? Did I die because I lost too much blood? What about Yu Zhi Jue?

He put his slippers on but didn't change his clothes,then jumped on top of his bed barefoot and rushed to his computer. He turned it on and waited in front of the continuous circulating loading logo for about ten seconds, furiously tapping his fingers on the table.

Why did he come back again during such a crucial time!? If Yu Zhi Jue died, he Will definitely crawl through the author's computer screen and scare him till he wets his pants!

He opened the browser in a hurry, then Ling Xia clicked on one of his bookmarks, but as he opened it

----- Webpage not found!

Ling Xia cursed, had the website been removed? He tried other browsers but it was futile.

He then searched the author's blog, only to find the author's last post, leaving only eight big words.

TIRED AND NOT FEELING THE LOVE, BYE-BYE WORLD!

The following post were the contents from the novel he knows so well, but to his surprise the book was not the one he remembered and was instead a fake book!!!!!

Ling Xia spurted out a great mouthful of blood, are you kidding me?

He furiously pulled his hair. How did it come to this? Could it be that the author applied for the removal? The website's forum suddenly flashed in his mind and checked it without delay. The clues he was desperately looking for could not be found, so he tried looking at reader's section.

As expected, the forum had an astonishing amount of ten pages of topics to rummage through, and the titles were.

---'Opinions on the jj's really poisonous 'spinach and chicken egg soup' cover up and disappearance, what the fuck!'

---'Rotten author writes a melodramatic and heartbreaking drama to indulge himself?!'

That's right, 'spinach and chicken egg soup' is exactly the pen name of the author. The corner of Ling Xia's mouth twitched. Now that the plot finally changed the author suddenly left everyone hanging?!

Ling Xia quickly opened the post. Inside were rows of
common crying-out-comments.

--Boo hoo, we got cliffhanged by the author, maybe he's outside the country and hasn't come back yet to update?

--Great author please come back quickly! *Kisses from your fan!

T/N: - If anyone can give me a great translation

of this that would be great-.

----Sob, sob, sob, do Xiao Yu and Xiao Hu not have a happy ending? Why is Xiao Hu left all alone? Why is Xiao Yu always thinking about that insignificant cannon fodder? If only he'd finally look back, he would find Xiao Hu still waiting for him at the same place! That white-lotus-like mistress is annoying!

---What the fuck!" Ling Xia cursed out loud when he read this comment. So, they're saying that the current plot progressed and Song Xiao Hu was left on his own? How did it come to that?!

He limply leaned forward on his computer table and stayed motionless, until his cellphone started ringing. He pressed the answer button, and the usually controlled and low voice of his department senior Li rung out:

"Where the hell are you? The meeting's about to start! Today the new boss Will take office so you can't be I ate!"

Ling Xia, Who was distraught with anxiety, reluctantly cheered himself up and replied.

"En, l'm on my way to work. l'll be there shortly."

He hovered his mouse pointer to the lower right area of the monitor. As expected, he remembered correctly and it was only the day after the night he left.

And so, Ling Xia went to his workplace on an empty stomach. The meeting had already started for half an hour. The newly appointed department manager was currently operating the projector while giving a speech.

Ling Xia gave an apologetic smile as he silently sat on one of the provided chairs, his mind still wandering. He did not notice that the new boss kept looking at him multiple times.

Ling Xia was as if in a trance all day long and he didn't know what to do. By the time that the office hours were over, the new boss was suddenly standing before him and said

"Hey, schoolmate, do you still remember me?"

Ling Xia is somewhat astonished and cautiously examined the other person. He was well dressed and had a confident, elite appearance. However, he did not really seem familiar. He apologetically replied.

"It's embarrassing, I totally can't remember."

The other person did not mind it too much and solemnly introduced himself, as well as his college major. Ling Xia recalled a faint memory.

The new boss's name was Ping Min Chang. He was two years older than him and also his school senior.

When he just entered the university, he was guided by the other person to the dormitories.

However, he kept a low profile at College. He did not participate in many activities. Therefore, he was really not familiar with this out-going person.

The other person invited him out for a meal. Ling Xia was not really in the mood, so he reluctantly smiled and said :

"Maybe some other time, Manager Ping... l'm sorry for the inconvenience. l'm feeling a bit unwell right now so Ild like to go home early."

Ping Min Chang was not at all arrogant and said at once:

"No wonder you look a bit dispirited, l'll drive you back

to your home

---don't call me manager, it's better to call me 'ge' in private."

Ling Xia felt a bit (T/N: CN emoticon for DX emoticon) and quickly shook his hand in refusal.

He gave a tiny smile and said:

“I’ll just take subway to get home then walk the rest of the way”.   

Ping Min Chang was a little disappointed. He reluctantly backed down, and simply smiled and said:

"That's good then. l'll invite you out to a meal soon in that case."

Half a month passed by in a haze and Ling Xia became more and more nervous.

It went without saying that his job was very dull and simple, as the busy and faintly gloomy days passed by. Right now, he was just fine. His former senior was supposedly watching over him. His workload suddenly lightened, due to Ping Min Chang being very skilled.

Every time they had a meal, he never had to pay for it, making him feel uneasy.

When the evening arrived, Ling Xia lay down on his bed and frequently suffered from insomnia. The emptiness he felt was not the same as when he first came back as the memories became more real and distinct than the current seemingly real world.

He found the everyday busy work tolerable. But as the night arrived, he would think of Yu Zi Jue, Song Xiao Hu, Ah Li, and also his mask wearing master...

But without a doubt, Yu Zhi Jue filled his mind the most.

When they separated before, Yu Zhi Jue words and his heartbroken and obstinate expression made his stomach twist terribly.

...He promised to absolutely stay with him and never leave him...

Ling Xia pulled the blanket over his head, filled with unease.

The first time he came back, he could easily say that he could return again if he prayed for it. But this time, the moment for him to transmigrate would never come! Yu Zhi Jue would find out he died and would definitely end the world... Wipe it clean and become a tyrannous villain!

Every night before he closed his eyes he wished to transmigrate again, but he was disappointed in the end.

It would soon be two months since Ling Xia started losing weight and living as a shut in. He was not eating properly or regularly and his complexion was very pale. He kept making the same mistakes at work.

That novel was already in definite hiatus.... He didn't know if he could ever transmigrate again. Arriving at this conclusion, Ling Xia's stomach twisted in pain.

What was he going to do from now on? Would he continue to spend his remaining life in depression?

He put in a request for leave at work to recuperate and wanted to use this time to go out there and mend his broken heart. Ping Min Chang was worried about him and allowed it. He ordered him to go back home and take a good rest.

Ling Xia was carrying a mountain backpack on his back and was touring around china's popular mountains. He went to the temple and just imitated and followed the tourists, devoutly kow-towing and lighting an incense, praying to the gods and buddhas to grant him a blessing, to be able to transmigrate again. But the miracle never arrived.

However, the state of his mind had stabilized. Ling Xia desperately buried the memories deep in his mind, painstakingly not touching it. The days had finally resumed their monotonous tranquility.

That afternoon Ping Min Chang invited him to an exceptional and quiet western restaurant. Ling Xia was aware, that this was an expensive restaurant.

He hurried and, looking straight into Ping Min Chang's eyes, replied earnestly:

"Senior, please let me invite you this time."

Ping Min Chang's eyes lit up and he said with a smile:

"Ok."

Once inside the restaurant, Ling Xia let Ping Min
Chang order. Ping Min Chang ordered beer and also some of the restaurants specialties. The two of them talked about their college days, as well as their past relationships. Halfway through their meal, Ping Min Chang suddenly held Ling Xia's hand and quietly observed it: "Ling Xia, I find your hands attractive."

Ling Xia worked as a programmer all year long, and he played the piano during his childhood. His fingers were evenly slender, better looking than the average man's. He uneasily drew back his hand. He felt that
Ping Min Chang's actions were somewhat odd. He squeezed out a reluctant smile:

"l'm actually jealous of those basketball player's hands of yours. I can't grab well."

T/ N: Ling Xia's talking about the balls. Uhh, that

sounded wrong..

Ping Min Chang immediately laughed: "Well I can, do you like playing (basket)ball? Then let's set a match one of these days.

After finishing the food, Ping Min Chang insisted on sending Ling Xia back home. Ling Xia was unable to decline and took a seat in the car. But as they arrived at the outskirts of his neighborhood and Ling Xia
wanted to get out of the car, Ping Min Chang suddenly held his shoulder and unexpectedly kissed him!

Ling Xia quivered and shoved him away with a vicious expression as he wiped his lips. The manager couldn't possibly be gay? He hurriedly opened the door and jumped out of the car. He restrained his anger and spoke:

"l'm sorry, Manager Ping. I don't like men."

He composedly rolled down the car window, waved his hand and said with a smile:

"For now you don't. See you tomorrow."

He watched as the Audi abruptly drove away, Ling Xia was disgusted and cursed out. 'For now' your sister!

Isn't the great me a proper straight man? He shut the entrance door of his house, then lay on his bed after washing his face. Should he still go to work after this?

---Because of his troubles with Ping Min Chang, he couldn't help but think of Yu Zhi Jue once again.

The young man's passionate but inexperienced kisses at night, the scent of his... Ling Xia's face unconsciously burned up. He could vividly remember that feeling as he closed his eyes...

Stop it! Stop it! How could he thirst for his younger brother and fantasize about him?

He got up weakly then turned on his computer to search the internet for a tantalizing and passionate movie that is known and praised. When he finally found one, he played it on low volume and placed a roll of toilet paper at the side of the table. Everything was prepared.

But when the movie started playing, Ling Xia was startled and almost flipped the table

--- On the screen were two naked and fully exposed bodies entangled with each other. Aren't these two clearly both men?

He wanted to hurry and close the video, but he accidentally clicked the full screen. The picture focused on a flushed face and then loud moans could be heard.

"Husband harder  En so good”

Ling Xia's hand trembled, he immediately whacked the computer screen, turning it off. How could you still call that a man?

But instead of feeling disgusted, he actually started feeling good?!?

Sigh, it's really bad luck to have watched this kind of porn! Ling Xia listlessly went back to his bed to sleep, and only after rolling around for a long time did he finally fall asleep.

He woke up the next day, freezing. The chilling air seeped into the very marrow of his bones and Ling Xia shivered uncontrollably. As he forced himself to open his eyes a white snowy world entered his vision. He dumbly bowed his head only to find that he was lying inside a crystal ice coffin. The clothes he was wearing were neat but definitely not from of his world.

Did he transmigrate back into a preserved corpse...? Ling Xia felt ecstatic and was smiling from ear to ear. Could it really be that he successfully transmigrated?

 the system is not reliable 
　　
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "Do you remember that you have set a plant that was born a thousand years?" 
　　"..." Shang Qinghua is speechless: "You are too wide. This kind of thing I set out There are not one thousand and eight hundred." 
　　You know it yourself! 
　　Shen Qingqiu sighed and said five words in his ear. 
　　Shang Qinghua heard the words stunned, and after a while, there was a lot of meaningful and clear autumn. 
　　Shen Qingqiu: "...what do you think I do?" 
　　"Nothing." Shang Qinghua said: "I feel that you really are my loyal readers. If I use it myself, I can dig it out of the raft. A little touched." 
　　"..." Shen Qingqiu said: "You will go down to the mountain to find a place in the place where it will be born 
　　tomorrow ." Shang Qinghua said: "Tomorrow? Is this... a little hasty?" He expected Ai Dao: "In fact, I can't think of its specific location and description. The full text is nearly 20 million words, and it only mentions one natural paragraph. You let me think slowly, and I will tell you later." 
　　Shen Qingqiu’s heart "When the 
　　Luobing River is killed, Mo Beijun is conquered by him. When one kills me, one kills you, and it is not too late to think of you." Shang Qinghua: "...good. I must remember tomorrow!" 
　　Anyway, on the peak of stability, those things such as the introduction of new disciples to give them room and custom school uniforms do not necessarily have to be done by the main character. 
　　Shang Qinghua went back, thinking hard for one night, racking his brains, turning his head in the river and turning the sea, and finally flashed a flash of light before dawn, and hooked up a place on the map. 
　　Shen Qingqiu saw the map, took a table, and took him down the mountain. A section of road to eat and drink, a section of fun; a section of Yu Jian, a section of road driving. It should have been very pleasant.
　　The only thing that was a little unpleasant was that Shang Qinghua was sitting in the driving position and sighed. 
　　"Why do I eat and drink, and I am 
　　paying for it? Why do I take the carriage and drive me?" Shen Qingqiu said in the train: "It’s not harmful. The funds are publicly paid, and the head is given by the master. You just put the money from your pocket. It’s just out of the air.” 
　　Before the departure, Yue Qingyuan’s enthusiasm for him, Shang Qinghua’s heart was sour. 
　　What is "Shang Shidi, during the tour, I will ask you in the autumn. He is poisonous, and I hope you will take care of it." 
　　Can you even be so close! It’s just that the place where I practiced as a child was far away, and I didn’t think it was a good thing! 
　　Compared with them, there are close disciples who have carefully cultivated the peaks at the beginning. There is no human rights to the disciples who climbed up to the palace. 
　　So there is really no future for logistics. 
　　As the author, I originally tried to make Shang Qinghua's chicory into the sky, and finally realized the pain of the character. 
　　Shang Qinghua said: "You have hands and feet, why not yourself... lying in the trough!" 
　　Shen Qingqiu feels that the carriage is slamming forward, it seems that Shang Qinghua is suddenly Lema, the curtain is a glimpse, and he is alert: "How What happened?” The 
　　carriage was passing through a dense forest. 
　　Surrounded by ancient woods, the leaves are numerous, the sun and the clouds are covered by layers of foliage, and even a little spot is hard to see. 
　　Shen Qingqiu saw no abnormalities, and did not relax his vigilance. He said, "What is your ghost? Just now." 
　　Shang Qinghua’s shock is undecided: "I just saw a woman crawling on the ground like a snake! The carriage is almost straight. It’s 
　　a bit strange to run over!” Shen Qingqiu said: "That is really worthy of a ghost."
　　The forest was quiet and there was no abnormality for the time being. Shen Qingqiu did not dare to take it lightly. He did not sit in the carriage. Instead, he sat in the parking space with the monk Tsinghua. He squeezed the sword in one hand and observed it secretly. The other hand grabbed a melon from the snack bag and stuffed it to Shang Qinghua: 
　　Hey , go in and play." Shang Qinghua took the call to make a call and beat it, but it was useless. He also knows how his level is, and he has taken over the seeds. When the carriage takes a step, he will pick one. So, after a musk, they finally... found a very serious problem. 
　　The two men silently looked at the familiar melon shell on the ground. 
　　Shang Qinghua said: "Well, no doubt, the keel melon seeds produced by the Qiangshan Mountain Qiancaofeng, the color is red, the inner shell is golden, it must be the pile that I just 
　　smashed ." Shen Qingqiu: "I know that selling seeds is your stability ." The sideline of Feng is enough." 
　　Then the problem is coming. How can they turn back to their original place? 
　　The two face each other. 
　　Ghost hit the wall, a classic bridge of giant giants, really placed in front of them. 
　　Shang Qinghua thought about a clay cube: "Would you like to use the boy's urine to pour a horse's eyes and try it?" 
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "...the horse is also dignified, why should you use the excrement to pour its eyes. And the barren hills In the wild, where do you ask me to go to the boy's urine?" When 
　　he said this, he found that Shang Qinghua was watching him sincerely. 
　　Shen Qingqiu: "What do you think of me? I myself...not to mention. Shen Qingqiu's original role, you wrote it yourself, the appearance is high and clean, and you want to live in harmony all day long. Is it still a boy?" 
　　Shang Qinghua seems to have a similar role. 
　　Shen Qingqiu frowned and thought, suddenly shot the thigh. 
　　He turned and plunged into the carriage, and suddenly he listened to the carriage outside the Qinghua. 
　　Shen Qingqiu took the thing he was looking for and drank it: "What?!"
　　Shang Qinghua was scared to speak and even the punctuation did not carry: "When you go in, I feel that there is a furry thing in my neck. I look up and I see a bunch of hair. There is still a big white face behind my hair. I don't see it!" 
　　Shen Qingqiu looked up and naturally couldn't see anything. He thought, no matter what it was, it was quite good. He knew that the picking of soft persimmons, only dare to play a little bit of Shang Qinghua, did not dare to tease him. He patted him on the shoulder again: "The horrible thing is also written by yourself, afraid of anything!" 
　　He unfolded the object in his hand and used to take a map. 
　　Shang Qinghua said: "Big brother, I thought that you can make a map of Bai Lulin like this. You can see clearly that this is a map of the mainland. The whole continent is on the top. Even if Bai Lulin is marked, it is only one point. You can't find the way with it." 
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "You see this place." 
　　He pointed to the map below. 
　　The Cangwu Mountain is sent to the east, and the Tianyi Temple is located in the middle, while the south is the site of the Magic Flower Palace. 
　　At the point of the Bailu Forest, it just happened to be on the border of the lavender of the Magic Flower Palace. 
　　Shang Qinghua suddenly realized: "The Magic Flower Palace has also included Bailu Forest into its sphere of influence? So we are not in the ghost wall, but in their guardianship?" The 
　　major sects are trying to prevent the chaos They all have their own array. For example, the climbing ladder of the Cangwu Mountain School, if it is the ordinary folks who do not know the way, will climb to the semi-dead on the 13,000-level stone steps, never reach the top, and can only wait for the guardian disciple to send them down. 
　　The card is here, no one is guiding, I am afraid I can only keep turning around. 
　　Shen Qingqiu knocked on the door: "System? Isn't it?" After a 
　　pause, there was no reply. He knocked again: "Isn't that 24 hours of online service? Don't come out for a bad review!" 
　　System: [Hello, the system has entered sleep mode Now it is a smart agent. If you need service, please help yourself. 】
　　Shen Qingqiu: "...hey, do you sleep?"
　　He remembered fiercely that the system did not calculate B-values ​​and various newly-opened odd-indexes for the past few days. 
　　Intelligent agent: [System total energy "Luobing" has been disconnected, the background maintenance update, the system will be activated when reconnecting, I wish you all happy during self-service. Thank you. 】
　　Now it’s so painful that after you update the version, will it make me break the egg directly? The key point is that the original Luobing or the total energy I wipe! 
　　Shen Qingqiu will have to ask again and find that these agents are giving these two sentences. 
　　What kind of ghost intelligent agent, is this not the same as the automatic reply of the buckle? You also like to add the word "smart" in front! 
　　Shen Qingqiu took Shang Qinghua: "Knock on your home system and see if it is still connected to the line?" 
　　Shang Qinghua blinked, after a while: "Saying in maintenance." 
　　It turns out that Luobing is not just a system of total energy! When he dropped the line, all the systems followed. This hang is so big! 
　　This matter is serious, in fact, it is not so serious, nothing more than Luo Binghe can not brush B grid during the leveling. It is also very good to think about it. It can't be brushed naturally and it can't be reduced. It is equivalent to no taboo! 
　　Shen Qingqiu was comforting himself, and suddenly realized that the bushes were moving. 
　　Shen Qingqiu made a snap and said: "Come out!" The waist-stricken sword was squirted out, followed by Shen Qingqiu's sword in his hand, manipulating the command, flying and stabbing, and that thing was like a fish, hiding in the shrubs. The mud in the bush is as slippery as it is, and the thorns are not. 
　　Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu’s glare flashed in front of his eyes. The thing screamed sharply, and slammed back and slammed a few feet. The bushes had been cut down, and there was nothing to hide. The thing ran early and there was no movement. 
　　Didn't he make a big move just now? It seems to reflect only a moment of sunshine. 
　　Shang Qinghua has overjoyed her head: "Is it afraid of light?" 
　　Shen Qingqiu: "I am really a female ghost!"
　　The two are just about to discuss it, and suddenly there is a very subtle foot sound. This person's body is very good, if it is not Shen Qingqiu repair is not bad, it almost missed. In the jungle woods, a white boy is turned out. 
　　The boy’s original sword had been squirted and full of vigilance. After seeing the person, he changed to be surprised and busy with the sword. 
　　"The younger generation is aware of the unusual fluctuations around the enchantment. I 
　　am here to come. I don't know Shen Xianshi. The Shangxian division is here, and there is a far-reaching welcome." Shen Qingqiu looks at him very handsome, it is a bit eye-catching, kindly: "What is Shaoxia?" " 
　　The boy foot slipped. 
　　Shang Qinghua whispered in his ear: "...you don't give people face too much, this is public servant Xiao." 
　　Public sorrow Xiao is a little depressed. Although he was taken down by the Luo Binghe from the top of the gold list, it is also the second place, and his achievements are remarkable. In addition, he has the highest voice in the previous championships, and he often visited the senior officials with the old palace. Shen Qingqiu did not recognize him. It was quite unexpected. 
　　Chen Qingqiu praise: "really is a teenage hero." 
　　Public instrument Xiao said: ".?. I do not deserve two main peak came the magic flower Palace boundary, had not been told why neglect the older generation, it is more than heart at ease." 
　　This is really Think of Bai Lulin as their home. 
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "There is no intention to visit the Magic Flower Palace. It is only to deal with an incident in Bai Lulin." 
　　Public sorrow Xiao Yizhen , subconsciously ask what is going on, but finally the brain turns faster and lives. 
　　Shen Qingqiu first confessed that he came to Bai Lulin to do things, and did not explain the purpose of this trip. He made it clear that he would not talk more. The public ceremonies Xiao as long as they are not wise, how to be curious, they will also read their own junior identity, and dare not ask questions. . After all, it is the proud disciple of the old palace for many years, not so ky. The older generation asked the predecessors to act, which is too disappointing. 
　　If you change your personal, you must think about the Cangwu Mountain School and come to the two peaks. The ghosts are in the boundaries of their sphere of influence. Or I feel that growing up in my yard is of course my home. Growing up on the fence wall of my house, that is also my home. The logic is as simple as that.
　　Shen Qingqiu wanted to send him away in a few words. He said that he was hesitant, saying: "Although I don't know what the two seniors are going to do, the younger generations are not 
　　talented . They are eager to go to help." Shen Qingqiu smiles, her lips are almost no Moved to the teammates and said: "It's better to 
　　hit him, so you can play." Shang Qinghua, who can't play, also said: "If he doesn't let us take the sun and moon, how to do it." 
　　Shen Qingqiu is very Rogue: "You are stupid. When you take it, you can't get it. It's the same thing to go back and report to his teacher. At that time, I took the ass and left, and waited for them. " 
　　Catch the fire?" Shang Qinghua: "What to do with the two factions." 
　　"The fart is a big thing worthy of sin. Besides, the sun and moon are exposed to life. What is your life and diplomatic relations, which one do you choose?" 
　　Shang Qinghua does not Hesitantly said: "Take him away!" 
　　Shen Qingqiu looked up and decisively said to the public sorrow: "Go!" 
　　So the hard work of driving was given to the younger generation. 
　　While 
　　clinging to the reins, he curiously said: "Shen Shen, the younger generation has something to understand." Shen Qingqiu said: "Please tell." 
　　Public sorrow Xiaodao : "According to the cultivation of the predecessors, it is not necessary to break into the faction. but can do without anybody knowing it, why cause so much spiritual power fluctuations? " 
　　Ahem. The reason is very simple, it's like your formula is so good that you don't necessarily do the same thing. 
　　Shen Qingqiu is half-truthed: "The wave is not generated when the formation is broken, but it is generated when dealing with a strange monster." The 
　　public instrument Xiao Xiao paused: "Singular monster?" 
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "In fact It is also difficult to judge whether it is a monster or not, but it is not like a normal human being. "The 
　　public sorrow Xiaodao: "Beside Bai Lulin, there is a distribution of people in the area of ​​ten miles, but I have never heard of being invaded by a monster. The tiger beast has never been there."
　　Shen Qingqiu said: "What will it be? Distributing the shawl, the skeleton is soft, and the face is swollen like a hungry scorpion." The 
　　public sorrow Xiao Cheng said : "No matter what, no longer appears to be the best, if it appears, You don't have to bother with the two seniors, and it's good to be handed over to the younger generation." 
　　The respect in this statement is not false. Although he did not know much about the predecessor of the Swordsman, he had only seen one or two sides in the past. However, at the last Xianmeng meeting, Shen Qingqiu’s pro-disciples crossed him to win the top spot. He himself also helped many disciples of the Huaihua Palace. To be honest, it is exceptionally respectable. 
　　Shen Qingqiu saw that his manners were decent, and some of them were modest and quite a bit, and the appearance and Luobing River was a style. It belonged to the kind of gentle and affectionate, handsome and handsome, and it was hard to feel good. 
　　Of course, he did not notice this emotion at all, and he could use a word to describe it: love the house and the black. 
　　All he is jealous of is: Luo Glacier, Hey, Luo Glacier. Today, running around, it’s all because I’m afraid of a Luobing River!