Seven Wells for Fortune Telling _ The fortune teller wants seven wells.

Love is like a gust of wind

Ai Jing Wen Qiu.

Return from witch mountain

There's a dead duck.

I smile, I am sad.

Widowed [seven oh] Forever widowed than chest.

I sighed in my mind.

After sighing in the seat [emperor Weng]

I'm going to put

Awkward and awkward.

The throttle pushes the pound up.

The oil union came to urge the response.

This is also a chase.

Dental cleaning piles and piles

Follow in Iraq's footsteps

There is no sign of yi, er, xing.

Am I stupid or am I empty?

Widows and widowers wash together.

I am infatuated and stubborn.

Wash seven wells and cry, giong.

Yi is a wind turbine and a wanderer.

Yixi Hongxi Xi Liu Ai Lane

Meeting is in a dream.

No, gi Min is busy with diong.