All My Disciples Are Kings - Chapter 1827: Zu Long: What about dog training?

Xiao Jinghuai's home has a little thing, soft and adorable, lively and mischievous.Rather than calling her a wife, it would be better to say it's like having another daughter.Some people say: “Young Master Xiao pampers his wife to the point where she only needs to open her mouth to be fed, she's almost become useless!”“Whoever says that, throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!”Another person says: “Young Master Xiao's wife really doesn’t look that great, nowhere near as beautiful as so-and-so!”“Whoever says that, gouge out their eyes to feed the dogs!”Yet another says: “Young Master Xiao spoils his wife excessively, he has become a tyrant of his generation!”“Who says so?”Turning around, just to see the girl's bright and charming little face, “I said it! So what do you want?”He pulled her into his arms, didn't want anything, just wanted her to be his little princess...(Even in this world full of charms, I only have eyes for you.)

[Can the devil’s music bring happiness to the world?]From Jimmy Hendrix to Rachmaninoff, all the historical musicians who he meets in his dreams.The devil that presents itself as a little boy in love with singing.The devil’s blessing, given to such a tiny child.In the blessings of many devils,The boy’s song for the world begins.

The aliens came with hostility.
Facing the invasion of aliens, human beings are weak like ants.
So this is the end, the real end.
But there is resistance when there is an invasion.
For some, this is not the end, it is war.
So this is war.
Real war!

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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