The glory of the king Wang Zhaojun and the soul of the uncle

He is not Wang Zhaojun, he is Wang Zhaojun.The former foot-picking uncle woke up and turned into an elegant goddess, wretchedly pinching his own Opie in front of the mirror.God said: "Don't worry, in order to satisfy my... oh no, in order to complete your useless and scum's life, buffs are all added to you." The special effects are ok, the appearance is ok, and the behavior is elegant.In order to prevent accidents, actions such as picking feet are mandatory to be sealed.God said: "Come, come, I will match you with another good marriage." He was given the aura of a high-end heroine.Wang Zhaojun, with countless buffs on his body, seemed to have not heard the oracle of the gods. His pale eyes looked at a place far away from the window, and there was naturally a little sadness inside. ——He just wanted to pick a booger to try, but this action was forcibly prohibited.The slender forearm was raised, but it was lowered in mid-air, wanting to do something, but hesitating to speak. ——Because there was a voice turning around in his head, he still wanted to pick out earwax.So, in the end, the earwax is not allowed to be taken out, is it!God looked at Wang Zhaojun's indescribable goddess temperament with one eye, and read the uncle's inner activities clearly with the other eye.God said: "Hey, this special effect is too fucking awesome 233333." "Just play the fire anyway, I'll watch it anyway, don't worry about the buff, take care of yourself! 233333!".An uncle was choked to death by mouthwash while brushing his teeth one morning, and it happened that there was a mildew in his mind.That's it.Uncle: "My... So, did I swallow that saliva?" God: "Guess?"