She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN) - Chapter 272: Antiques (1)

On the Star Network there is a gourmet food broadcast, where all you can see are a pair of hands. However each dish that this broadcast comes out with is earthshakingly delicious. What’s more, the broadcast anchor’s voice is simply perfect!

The life story of Gun Choi going towards being the best pitcher in the baseball Major League.

# Mistake, the object of online dating is actually a teacher in college #
# Sister I Can #
# Online dating is risky, my girlfriend is super sweet #

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Lu Ya has been dating someone online for more than half a year, and when it’s time to meet, the online dating partner panicked and confessed that he is a man.
Lu Ya clenched her fists——
The pleasant female voice sent by the other party is because the voice changer is turned on!
The feeling of being cheated is very uncomfortable, Lu Ya thought for a while, and dialed the phone at the gate of the other party’s community.
The same nice female voice answered the phone: “Hello?”
Lu Ya tightened his fists and lowered his voice slightly: “Hello, someone ordered takeaway for you, but you need to come to the door to pick it up.”
“it is good.”
Lu Ya stood outside the gate of the community, and she didn’t know what to do, she just waited for someone to come out and take a look at her true colors before leaving.
But after a few minutes, it was the teacher of the professional class in college who appeared in front of him.
Lu Ya immediately respected and stood upright: “Mr. Sang, Mr. Sang.”
“What a coincidence, you also live in this community.”
Sang Qingxu looked at her, and the smile on his lips grew stronger: “Is the takeaway you?”

Content tags: urban love soft spot sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Ya, Sang Qingxu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Help! Online dating to a teacher in college!
Conception: Believe that the future will be bright

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.