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Crossing the country of mankind

Author: tea language baking

Chapter 1 What is the God in your mind?

Update time 20 12-3-7 13:40:35 words: 3445

Every story has a beginning.

The story begins like this: once upon a time, there was a mountain and a temple on it.

The mountain is Dengfeng Songshan and the temple is Shaolin Temple.

"Two beauties, fortune telling is not ..."

"ah! Hey! Hey! Beauty ... beauty, don't go, I'm not begging you! I tell you ... "

And Yu's steps remain the same, and his eyes remain the same. Chatting with Yu, I listened, smiled slightly and answered occasionally.

Yes, and Yu didn't want to talk to him at first, just "shielded" him and ignored him. There are too many such people. You are dragged to the beauty salon in front of the supermarket, and you are dragged to the bottom of the shopping mall to do a questionnaire survey ... almost every day, just like "Dabao". See you every day, Dabao.

Generally, this kind of person, as long as you ignore her, he will follow a few steps at most. Generally, such people also have a specific scope of work.

I didn't expect that the people I met with today were really "unusual"-they actually stuck together, but they didn't count all the way, and they kept saying, "I'm telling you, I'm smart and I can tell your story at a glance. You two must ask me to calculate ... "

He followed him all the way down the mountain with a loud voice in the northeast, and even followed the scenic gate of Songshan Shaolin Temple, which attracted a lot of attention.

And Yu finally stopped, and finally looked at the man: a tall and thin man, a beautiful face of a teenager, not yet grown up. At that time, it was really difficult to distinguish between men and women, and a flattering smile floated unnaturally on his face. The hair holds a bull's nose on the top of the head, like a brand-new dust, and there is no dust on the Zen silk. ...