My wife is Nuwa

The hands of the two always parted the moment they were about to touch.No matter how reluctant, no matter how heartbroken, Chu Yan will finally bid farewell to Yu Ji.

The intro music is over, it's time to sing the lyrics.Chu Yan raised his sword to the sky and sang loudly. ． ．

Singing and dancing, the wireless microphone installed on the collar spread his desolate and heroic singing throughout the auditorium.

With fantastic and special footwork, it is running smoothly, and the psychic flying sword is flying with colorful lights, and the dazzling sword lights are sprinkled out by waving casually.The hero at the end draws his sword and asks the world, who can be called the hero of the world?

"In the world, there are hundreds of beauties and thousands of reds..."[

At this moment, King Xiang with double pupils, the descendant of Vulcan, returned to the era of his first love.Green grass lakeside, green willows Yiyi.The sword is like a rainbow, and the beauty is like jade.

The corners of the girl's skirt are fluttering, the ribbon is dancing lightly, her bright eyes are full of shyness, like the little daughter of her first love, she looks at the young hero for a while, and then looks away shyly.After avoiding it, she couldn't help but look at him quietly.When I cast my gaze at him, I found that he had been staring at me. ． ．

"In the sad place, there is no one who is different in other times, how many years of love has been buried in a hurry..." In the blink of an eye, the memories of the first love disappeared.Chu Yan, who was once high-spirited, is now at the end of the road.

A girl wants to part with her beloved.Her heart is broken, she is reluctant to part, her eyes are full of tears, her delicate body is trembling, and she is staggering, she staggers to chase her beloved, but no matter what, she can't catch up with the fleeing black horse.

She watched her lover go away, fell to the ground, held her heart, and sobbed on the ground. ． ．

In a smoky office, there are more than a dozen men in suits and ties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who look like intellectuals.

"Look at it all, look at it all! That's me from childhood to big brother, see? He's so photogenic, how handsome is he?"

Fatty Luo sat in the middle, with his collar open, revealing an extremely broad, thick, muscular chest.

With a cigarette in his left hand and a bottle of beer in his right, he pointed to the huge rear-projection TV and said, "My brother is a high-level intellectual, and he has learned a lot since he was a child. He is versatile. Of course, his achievements today are inseparable from my persistent teaching over the years..."

"Brother Fat, we seem to have met this guy somewhere..."

"Hey, look carefully, he is the God of Gamblers on Chang'an Street, Adu, who won the bet that day, and rescued our new generation of God of Gamblers!" The fat man said triumphantly, "I taught him all his gambling skills! How about it? Bull?"

"Cow... Fatty, just brag!" All the office staff booed collectively. Fatty's style of "gambling leftovers" has long been famous far and wide.

Just as he was about to brag a few more words, the fat man suddenly saw a girl in white flying up to the stage.He was staring at the screen, just at this moment, the live cameraman of the TV station took a close-up of the girl.Those melancholy, black jewel-like eyes were facing the screen, gradually approaching, as if she might fly out of the screen at any time.

The fat man's face changed abruptly, his forehead was dripping with sweat, his lips were trembling, and his teeth were chattering.Trembling, he reached out for his phone, pressed it twice indiscriminately, and began to ramble: "Ah Ke, I'm Luo Dapao. Are you okay? Is Shuang'er okay? Is Jianning okay? Fang Yi? Is Jianping okay? Is sister Su Quan okay? Is Rourou okay? Is Lord Wei at home? A Spanish fly, just trying its power on you seven sisters. Wait for me, I'll be right over..."