Rebirth of the National Male God Chapter 248: I’m afraid your hands are sore and sore throat

Are you still young, do you still have dreams?

How many people asked themselves and fell silent.

The publicity that has not been flattened by the years, has not been washed away by time. The dreams have not been washed away by time, the beliefs in the heart have not been diluted by life, and the dreams have always been in tears and forever, how many such people are?

This safe and secure, but did, the faith is still there, and the blood lives forever.

This day, the number of v-blog followers soared to a new peak.

The novel "Sentimental Swordsman and Sentimentless Sword" by the "New Martial Arts" magazine has also entered the eyes of more people.

When martial arts novels are no longer unpopular, countless people still remember the one who once said: "I want to tell everyone who says "the martial arts are dead," "the martial arts are not dead."

Everyone remembers that person’s persistence, that person’s efforts, and what the person said has become a must-have in Chinese textbooks.

"As long as I can embrace the world, what does it matter if the clumsiness of embracing?"

The martial arts never die. The martial arts classics she created have been circulating forever in the world. She has made martial arts novels a trend again. She has led many young people to write martial arts. She gave young people a chance and gave them a vast stage.

She is Shu Cheng, and she is so safe.

Her name is remembered by everyone, and her deeds are praised by everyone.

Of course, this is all afterwords.

......

Shu Cheng stared at Rong Junyi’s dark eyes and stared at the man, with stunning colors flashing in his eyes, a wicked smile on his lips, and a faint charm in his voice, "Late sleep is a contagion Disease, the best antidote is to sleep with you."

Rong Junyi's eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous light, but Shu Cheng shrugged, without fear.

The man turned up and touched Shu Cheng’s legs with fiery firmness, bloodshot eyes, and a low voice suppressing lust, "Don’t mess up."

The teenager raised his eyebrows slightly, his long eyelashes quivered gently, but the evil smile in his dark eyes couldn't hide it.

"I'm afraid you'll have a sore throat in your hands for a while." The man leaned on the bed with one hand, staring at the boy like an obsidian, with a charming smile on the corner of his lips.

Shu Cheng’s long lashes flickered, her eyes slightly widened, and her eyes flickered, her hairy head made her look extra cute.

I'm afraid you'll have a sore throat in your hands for a while? !

This...really A Xiaorong? !

How did he export it if it was so dirty? !

He is not her...

But her hands are sore and sore throat~IndoMTL.com~ How could she do this? !

...... Not at all in line with the identity of her gold master dad.

With a smile on his lips, the man stretched out his hands and rubbed the teenager’s hair. He got up from the bed while the teenager was in a daze and sorted out the wrinkled clothes.

The teenager also rubbed from the bed, looking at the man’s eyes with dissatisfaction, the man’s thin lips slightly raised, this woman... really likes to play, are you ready to tell her that she is a woman?

"What are you going to do?" The young man's hairy hair was messy, and he was clinging to the face value, his thin lips slightly pursed.

"Get up and make something for you." Rong Junyi's eyes like obsidian glanced at the boy and turned to leave.

Shu Cheng took a piece of sugar from the newly bought sugar box next to the bed and handed it in his mouth. His thin lips raised a satisfying smile. There was sugar to eat, and his wife held her to sleep. Pretty good.

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