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Su Xing’s eyes appeared from an obscure Wenxuchen
Born in March 1956, Su Xing is a writer, cultural student, and nonpartisan documentary filmmaker from Beijing. At an early age, Su Xing moved to Zidan County in northern Shaanxi Province to study and write. In 1977, he joined the Navy and served within the 21st Corps of the Lanzhou Military Region. After demobilization from the navy, Su Xing returned to Beijing and began writing within six months.
Xu Xing’s paintings have been exhibited all over the world. In France it has received the “Best Documentary” and “Best Artist” awards. He has received several awards from the Order of Arts and Literature and the French Ministry of Culture. In Taiwan, he or she has also been featured in Tianxia magazine, and he or she has been featured in crime fiction published using Franch mag Le Monde.
Su Pingsheng’s arm was covered with cotton.
Xu Pingsheng took the shirt off his frame and rolled up his pants. Under his cloak he kept a bowl of fish food. A familiar woman’s voice reached his ears. Su Pingsheng had been trapped in the tree for many years and longed to free himself. Every time he closes his eyes, he must believe in a glorious face.
Xu Xingzhi’s “right hand” slipped out of his sleeve.
Xu Xingzhi turned to doing things because they were wanted for him. He had seen ghost fire circling around him, but still the ghost was unable to determine the source of the fire. This made her suspect that the Ghost King was choosing a son-in-law or a husband. Fortunately, the ghost fire wasn’t real.
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When Xu Xingzhi was walking, Tao Xian was holding his left hand and facing Xu Xingzhi. As the two boys approached, Su Xingzi gritted his teeth and twisted his right wrist violently. His “proper hand” slipped out of his sleeve, and Tao Xian froze and shrank towards the stone wall.
Xu Xingzhi was struck by a feeling of sadness. Although she didn’t realize the exact reason, she guessed that her former master had deep feelings for her. He went to the mattress dejectedly. The next morning, Meng Zhongguang gently pulled Su Xingzhi close to his palms and stretched out his hands on his chest.
