The hot devil's taming concubine: the supreme magician

Yin Wenmao lowered his head, as if he was planning something---

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Ling Yi, "Child, he really wants to know who his own father is, so he came up with such a trick to lie to you that Dongfang Yexiu died, and then see your reaction, if you are sad , it proves that Dongfang Yexiu is very likely to be his biological father---and, he wants to know, do you still have Dongfang Yexiu in your heart---"

Looking at Ling Yi, Yin Wenmao spoke lightly, with a lot of exhaustion in his voice---

Then go around him and go outside -----

In the room, Ling Yi was the only one left standing there alone, alone -----

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￥￥￥￥￥Separation line￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

At this point, Nuoyi wants to say something off topic ---

Back pain, leg cramps!

This is all made by writing this novel, so uncomfortable to say!

There are many, many reactions. This book is a bit unclear. In fact, in the last book, some readers also said that ---

Here, what Nuoyi wants to say is: My book is written by me with all my heart, and it contains my sweat, my thoughts, and my spiritual beliefs!

Whether you understand it or not, although I care about this very much, I am helpless---

Because no matter what. , I will go down my design route --

-----------Finally, Nuo just wants to say that you can't guess the ending of this book, and you can't even imagine the soul-stirring of this book. Let me ask, who do you know about the plot in this book? Can you think of everything that happened later?

If you don’t like it, you can take a detour, and if you have opinions, you can raise them, but please don’t slander them maliciously. You don’t know how deep my heart sank when I saw those hurtful comments! ! !

Add a beautiful phrase:

The moon is like a hook, and the guqin is faint.

"In the place of fragrant grass in the distant mountains, flowing water and falling flowers", smiling, rich and charming, Jianshui Yuntong looks back, what hurts my heart is still the truth and falsehood related to you.

Dusty, gorgeous.Ming Ming Mie Zhong's eyes intertwined, this heart still can only love one person.

Splendid carving beauty tears.Keep a crescent moon.

Send a pool of floating catkins.Whose tears in dreams turn into dew in late autumn?Who is eager to escape and who is suffocated by death?

In the depths of the distant mountains, there are bursts of temple bells.Clouds fly by themselves, mountains grow green, don't talk about parting, don't talk about the afterlife.

Embroidery every year.Needles and threads can't escape the inextricable fate.Embroider a quiet soul, pick up the lost time, and breathe your mood with overlapping seasons.

One after another, the red and purple have turned into dust, and the garrison building blows the horn.No trace to be found.The needles of time have finally embroidered you into my ends of the earth.

It turns out that no one can stop this doomed collapse.

Desire to stay together, difficult to look at each other, people are sad and heartbroken at the end of the world; love is fleeting, hate is long, people are hesitant when the lights are dim; traveling thousands of mountains, wading through thousands of rivers, two lines of tears on each other's thoughts; spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, after the bustling Leaving a residual fragrance; the wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, the shirt is light and the sleeves are dancing; thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqi people, close to the end of the world is comparable to mandarin ducks; the love of the past life, the debt of this life, a dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.

Thinking about this life, the wind and smoke are passing through the years, holding hands in the world of mortals, day and night, condensing words into love.The two depend on each other like a flower, and you are the warmth I keep alone, not burdened by each other, and the prosperous lips are lingering.That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood.Stepping on broken sentiments, I close my eyes, I can’t remember your complete smile, the world of mortals for thousands of years, at this moment, there is lingering sorrow, and my world begins to snow.

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