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Several flower sellers told me that it is the car rental driver who buys flowers from them most often. Probably, it is the car rental driver who can best understand what it is like to live hard. They have the deepest sympathy for selling flowers in the street. Secondly, the car owners are the most difficult to sell. The windows of luxury imported cars are black people. Their noble faces don’t look away coldly when they see the magnolia vendors approaching.
When people are warm, money is not as good as when we burn the streets in the scorching sun. It is more meaningful to spend ten yuan to buy a bunch of flowers than to perform compassion, smile, take photos, print newspapers and donate millions. cannot bear (to do) But when I bought magnolia, I…
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What’s the situation? Xiao Lingyu is a little lost, but he can be sure that these monks, like soldiers, are definitely battle-hardened generations. Their murder is not directed at themselves, but accumulated by years of killing. At this time, it is faint and overflowing.
Xiao Lingyu smiled kindly at everyone and then prepared to leave, but there was no way out because it was surrounded here. He wanted to leave only with the consent of these monks. Soon out of this group of monks came a seemingly middle-aged monk with a tall face and a scar. He first glanced…
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But just as he was about to turn away, he saw two familiar figures walking in the attic corridor on the side in tandem.
One of them turned out to be Yu Na, who broke up with him not long ago, and one person was a little lazy, but he and he just bid for the blue flame meteorite demon beggar to steal the gods. Yang Xiu saw that the two of them were together, and his heart was…
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He felt that Xia Qi’s murder was too strong. If he had some restraint before, three ancestral doors were also dead, and several immortals and a few younger brothers, but this ancestral door was killed by Xia Qi, and many of them were almost rivers of blood.
This clan was quickly destroyed, and it was very miserable. Xia Qi, of course, didn’t get any news from this clan fairy king’s mouth. His face was still gloomy and ugly, and his eyes were so oppressive that Wang Qian didn’t dare to approach at will. "One!" Destroying a clan is like eating and drinking…
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According to the scene, the one who destroyed
"Come on, no matter what chariots. No matter how powerful it is, it can’t be worse than what I put in the clock of heaven and earth. " According to the scene, the one who destroyed the chariot was probably the broken halberd that Fang Yun met. Now that you have got the most powerful…