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Su Xing’s eyes appeared dimly

Born in March 1956, Xu Xing is a writer, cultural scholar, and independent documentary filmmaker from Beijing. At an early age, Zhou Xing moved to Zidan County in northern Shanxi Province to study and write. In 1977, he joined the army and served in the 21st Corps of the Lanzhou Military Region. After being discharged from the army, Su Xing returned to Beijing and began writing within six months.

Xu Xing’s work has been exhibited internationally. In France, she won the “Best Documentary” and “Best Artist” awards. He has receive numerous awards including the Order of Arts and Literature and the French Ministry of Culture. In Taiwan, she has also been feature in Tianxia magazine, and was featured in a crime summary publish by the French magazine Le Monde.

Su Pingsheng’s arm was covered with cotton.

Xu Pingsheng took the shirt off his body 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 wanted to free himself. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could imagine a beautiful face.

Xu Xingzhi’s “right hand” slipped out of his sleeve.

Xu Xingzhi was doing things because they made him happy. He had seen ghost fire circling around him, but he was still unable to determine the source of the ghost fire. This made him suspect that the Ghost King was choosing a son-in-law or a husband. Fortunately, the ghost fire wasn’t real.

While Xu Xingzhi was walking, Tao Xian was holding his left hand and facing Xu Xingzhi. As the two men approached, Su Xingzi gritted his teeth and twisted his right wrist violently. His “right hand” slipped out of his sleeve, and Tao Xian froze and shrank against the stone wall.

Xu Xingzhi was suffering from a feeling of depression. Although he didn’t know the exact reason, he guessed that his former master had deep feelings for him. He went to bed feeling sad. The next morning, Meng Zhongguang gently held Su Xingzhi in his arms, and extended one hand to his chest.