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Chun is a pure man, a true man of iron blood. At the age of one, he can kill chickens. At the age of three, he can build airplanes.
At the age of five, he drove a tank, and at the age of six, he wore an iron coat. Chun has been rumored for hundreds of miles, and everyone is scared of him.
If you ask a man who can beat him? They all waved their hands and looked shocked!
At the age of ten, he practiced martial arts, and at twelve, he knew how to do things. Fifteen years old, he knows how to generate electricity, and he can generate hundreds of watts in the blink of an eye.
His muscles are so muscular, his vigor shakes the world.
How strong is Chun? Straighten your arms and pass the train!
Nineteen practicing speed, running after rockets. Twenty years in the men's soccer team, and he's got the foot of his grandson.
Chun cowering on the field, Brazil and Germany surrendered.
How much power do you have? One breath, one tornado!
I learned pupil magic in my thirties and abused Sharpies. Forty like to memorize books, the British Library.
Yu Chun waved his hand to create the universe, everything bowed down to worship the hero.
If you ask how great is the magic power? Jesus Rulai avoided three points!
Fifty to rule the world, sixty to control the three realms. When he gritted his teeth in his seventies, the sky collapsed and the earth split apart.
The power is boundless and I feel lonely, I feel uninterested in retiring from the world.
He raised his head to look at the green hills in silence, and the beasts in the hills all wailed. Chun has become a myth since then, and has been passed down through the ages.
The state of China is full of flowers, and a thousand chrysanthemums bloom on the top of the mountain. The chrysanthemums were bursting, and no one knew it was Chun.
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Chun is a pure man, a true man of iron blood.
At one year old, he can kill chickens. At three, he can build airplanes.
At five, he drove a tank. At six, he wore an iron coat.
Chun has been rumored to be the most powerful man in the world.
Who can beat a man? They all waved their hands and looked shocked!
At the age of ten, he practiced martial arts, and at twelve, he knew how to do things.
Fifteen years old, he knows how to generate electricity, and he can generate hundreds of watts in the blink of an eye.
His muscles are so muscular, his vigor shakes the world.
How strong is Chun? Straighten your arms and pass the train!
Nineteen practicing speed, running after rockets.
Twenty years in the men's soccer team, and he's got the foot of his grandson.
Chun cowering on the field, Brazil and Germany surrendered.
How much power do you have? One breath, one tornado!
I learned pupil magic in my thirties and abused Sharpies.
Forty like to memorize books, the British Library.
Yu Chun waved his hand to create the universe, everything bowed down to worship the hero.
If you ask how great is the magic power? Jesus Rulai avoided three points!
Fifty to rule the world, sixty to control the three realms.
When he gritted his teeth in his seventies, the sky collapsed and the earth split apart.
The power is boundless and I feel lonely, I feel uninterested in retiring from the world.
Raising his head to look at the green hills in silence, the beasts in the hills all wailed.
Since then, Chun has become a myth and has been passed down through the ages.
When the divine state looked back, the flowers were piled up, and a thousand chrysanthemums bloomed on the mountain top.
When the chrysanthemums burst, no one knows it is Chun.
Chun is a pure man, a true man of iron blood.
He is a good brother to the people and a good son to his father.
He can stand on his fist and walk on his arm!
He can defend himself against ten women at night, and his color is still red even after a hundred battles with the chrysanthemums!
You shoot one, I'll shoot one. The Chun brothers jerk off.
You shoot two, I'll shoot two. Chun has an old man.
You shoot three, I'll shoot three, Chun's J-B can penetrate mountains.
You shoot four, I'll shoot four. Chun can even fuck a cow.
You shoot five, I'll shoot five, Chun is the rudest man in the world.
You shoot six, I'll shoot six, Chun's pecs are full of meat.
You shoot seven, I'll shoot seven, Chun beats Chan.
You shoot eight, I'll shoot eight, Chun explodes chrysanthemums all day long.
You shoot nine, I'll shoot nine. Chun is killing the old bull.
Li Yuchun is so rude. He shoots a big pot.
He's a real man. He's a righteous man. We're good brothers, Chun.
He's a smoker and an alcoholic, and drinks gasoline after Maotai.
We eat chicken raw and swallow elephants alive, but it tastes the same without cooking.
Silly corn, no manners, Chun will kill you sooner or later.
Iron Shirt, Golden Hood, Chun will blow your ass through the tunnel.
Tall, long arms, easy to grab rebounds.
He's fast, strong, and can kill a bull with one punch.
I'm a real man! Iron-blooded man!
A good brother to the people! A good father's son!
He can stand on his fists and walk on his arms!
He can defend himself against ten women at night, and his chrysanthemums are still red from a hundred battles!
