However, I still feel a little bit plagiarized;

Because I know that those things are not mine, I can't feel the reality. On this rainy night, I thought hard, should those things be handed over to the public or returned to the original owner.

Perhaps it is better to return the original owner, and they will deal with it. "Life and Death is not related to me", is it more shirkable to blame?

I don’t want to take advantage of the benefits, but instead let international cultural relics smugglers target money robbery and kill my life;

Or one day Tao Zhugong stood by my bedside in the middle of the night, muttering: [

"You take my stuff"

I don’t know when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, but the sky was still so dark. The dull air in the middle of the night never dissipated due to the rain. I was covered in dampness and dripping water, so I couldn’t take care of it.

When the swing stopped, I flipped over the vines covered with water droplets, hoping that I could grow in the rain.

He stood up quietly and walked closer to me. Something seemed to be heard behind the jujube tree, which was not very similar to the sound of the wind blowing branches, and it was very strange.

But I have never done anything wrong, so naturally I am not afraid of ghosts coming to take their lives;

Besides, there is Fuyun Temple two hundred meters away. No evil ghost dares to come out to do evil under the eyes of the Bodhisattva, right?

But things in the world are impermanent, and it is really possible. If this evil ghost burns a high incense for the Bodhisattva, burn some paper money for him.

Shan, why did the Bodhisattva spend his underworld coins?

I'm talking nonsense, slap, slap, slap.

Amitabha, those who speak are innocent

However, when the gossip stopped, his eyes seemed to be shining;

Or is it because of lightning?

The lightning lit up again, his eyes widened, and he looked in my direction with a brightness. The brightness was definitely not like the reflection of lightning;

It doesn't look at me, but it seems to be behind me. Is there really something going on?

There are probably no ghosts in this world; but there are many people pretending to be gods and ghosts. Maybe

"Bang!"

"boom!"

""

There is no coincidence that the book is written. He suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to me, and the swing suddenly swung backwards.[

Before I could be surprised, my limbs were faster than my brain, and I didn’t have time to think about anything. I stretched out a hand and hugged Hehe’s body to prevent him from falling;
Chapter completed!