How to start with a story, “When I cross, the story is nearing its end” –

When I came across, the story was nearing its end, and I met the tormented impersonator, and I was soft.

I found a deaf and blind teenager.

The boy forgot everything, and I bought it when he was humiliated at the south windhouse.

I called him Ling.

Bully’s eyes are covered in thin. He can’t hear, his throat can’t make a sound, and he writes “thank you” in my hand.

I put my hands together. It’s not like I’m feeling anything.

Actually I’m wearing a book.

And Ling, my character.

One.

Yeah, I’m a piece of shit writer. I’m kind of a sadist.

…especially for boys who look good.

I’m about to give you the classic beauty and misery: he’s a prince and a noble man, but he’s a natural father.

When you meet a woman, you do everything you can to save your country from the ruins.

The time line is closed, and I’m in the space and time, and it’s over.

Men and women are in love with each other, and they are humiliated where no one knows.

It seems like a happy ending.

But I still feel bad.

For all that is in him is from Us, and his miserable childhood, and his inhuman experience.

I know the reasons for his distortion of character, as well as the pitiful struggles and deaths behind his recklessness.

Even though I say that my mistress will never fall in love with him because of what he did.

But as a writer, it’s hard to believe.

“Aggress. I’m sorry.

And We looked upon this young man, white and white, knowing that he had paid his debt.

“I’ll fix your eyes, okay? I’m sorry.

Two.

I bought a house in the city.

It wasn’t an accident to be the author of a book because I met a mysterious man.

Mystics say I’ve activated the space-time key and given me the ability to travel through time-time.

I’ve been thinking about this for half a day, and I don’t know where the mystery man came from, but I’m saying my answer.

“Then I’ll read it in the book. I’m sorry.

Now he comes to my yard in black.

“You live well here? I’m sorry.

Before I got here, I asked him to give me a few special skills, which I used to call an outsider.

I said I’m gonna spend the rest of my money, I’m not gonna die, I’m gonna look at my face.

He smiled and said yes.

Now is not the time to repent.

When I looked at him, he laughed.

“That’s what you want to see: the character? I’m sorry.

I nod and shake my head.

I want to meet a lot of people.

I want to see them in blood and flesh.

Ling sits quietly in a chair by the side.

I guess he’s not really deaf or dumb. He just doesn’t want to hear or talk.

A sister who had been with him for years abandoned her and left in front of him and other men.

They say it’s not as bad as it is. Ling doesn’t have a God’s perspective. He doesn’t know or understand how his love is wrong.

And his eyes were blinded by the mistress.

Send the mystery man away, and I walk to Ling and slap him on the back of his hand.

“Ling, eat up. I’m sorry.

I don’t have the choice to cook, so it’s hard to swallow food.

“Ugh. I’m sorry.

I’m gonna throw up.

But Ling didn’t lose sight of it. He was like a quiet cutter, eating and working in peace.

I couldn’t stand it, stood up and took the bowl in his hand, and told him, “Wait for me, I’ll go buy something good. I’m sorry.

And he grabbed my sleeve and shivered like he didn’t want me out.

“It’s okay, Ling. “I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.

I went to the Tianxiang building to buy four dishes and a soup, and the wind went down the street.

But it was blocked by a guy with a fan.

White?

Get up, Ling is waiting for me to eat. Who’s the white…

…!

I remember white art is the name of another abuser.

I’m sorry.

Mystics gave me a great face.

I stop, turn around.

Look at the man in the pink dress and swallow.

I guess I guess who he is.

So old-fashioned and typical of a man from the same time I wrote the Man of the River.

In it are the sects of Lin Li, and the valley of the Flowers is a healer. Han Hak is the son of the Lord of the Valley and the Lady is his little sister.

It was supposed to be sweet, and Han Creek was set up to look like a slut and love the hostess.

After the arrival of the male master – his brother – the three-man model.

But I’m tired of writing, and I’m taking a different path, showing the nature of my mother, and I’m going to kill Han Creek one night.

There was no soft hand at all in the head of the scene, and he went to the capital without seeing him.

He’s been forced to hack Han Creek and turn from a doctor to a killer.

In the words of the present, it’s called promotion to the crazy beauty.

Unfortunately, she was accused of cruelty on the side of justice. They broke up.

In the end, Hanbrook killed all his enemies. But it’s with the hostess.

Why is this still in front of me?

These worlds are still in line?

I’d like to deliver a question mark face bag to the mystery man.

But — In any event, I have left my heart full of tears in the eyes of this role, which I once felt so uneasy about.

Mom’s so big.

It’s okay, it looks like it’s going well. It doesn’t stomp me like a bull.

I cry and hold his hand like an old mother.

He looked at me and confirmed that my psycho couldn’t be his ass and warned me.

“Girl, soup’s up. I’m sorry.

When I took Han Creek back to the yard, Ling sat at the table.

I told him not to eat the rest of the food, and he didn’t move.

He’s waiting for me to come back.

I will not bear to look at his eyes, except that he is like an abandoned beast.

Han Creek asked me.

I nod my head.

Just now on the road, I dragged Han Hak to death and begged him to come and see him.

At least I’m the one who made it up. I thought I’d come up with a response to the eyes of the bull.

But Han Creek was rejected.

He is not just a “doctor fairy” but a “ghost hand” that strangled countless people.

I’ve written that he’s done his job in medicine.

But he’s the character I wrote. I invented the sex spleen. I know the trick.

More shameless than him.

Don’t laugh at me. It’s true. In fact, like Ling, she’s a gentle girl, and he listens to everything that makes sense to him.

But like Han Creek, we’ve got the best words, the best in the world, the best in the world.

And We cried with his trumpet, and We covered his clothes with tears, and caused a crowd of people to point.

And I touched him with a spirit I could have touched him with this face of white.

In the end, he agreed.

I’ll bring some warm food in front of Ling.

“Ling, eat.”

Ling was eating it.

Han Creek only looked at him.

“The eyes can heal, the heart can’t heal. I’m sorry.

I said yes, I’ll cure the eyes.

Han Hak said, “Back me up and board.” I’m sorry.

Six.

I agree.

Then the night Han Creek came in, I regretted it.

I’m sorry I didn’t fill Hanbrook’s skills when I was God.

I’m a bad cook.

He cooks. It’s a dead end.

I looked at that dark, dark object in front of me, flipping it over with chopsticks and wrinkled my nose.

“What is this? I’m sorry.

Han Hak’s hands are full of fans, and they’re all right.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

I almost lost my chopstick when I shook my hand.

Hit your mouth.

I’m sure he’s got a hard-on.

I said, “I mean,” and I made a smile and said, “Why don’t we go up to the Tasty House and buy you a couple of delicious foods?” I’m sorry.

He’s a little down, he’s thinking, “Yeah. I’m sorry.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

I’m thinking that I can’t let him work if I want to.

Ling held my sleeve.

Yeah, well, they’re not so close. I’m not sure I’ll let him stay with Han Creek alone.

Have you ever seen a rabbit with a fox?

I look at Ling, blinking again at Han Creek, and I have a very embarrassing look.

“Will you go alone?”

“Okay. I’m sorry.

Han Hak caressed his wide sleeves with peach branches and stood up.

“Golden. I’m sorry.

Silver…!

I forgot about that.

I’m out of silver.

Even though I told my mystery man that I was going to spend the inexhaustible silver, he turned the treaty into a hundred taels a month. As long as I’m here, I have a hundred taels a month, so I can’t spend it.

In short, it is the ultimate authority for interpretation vested in the host.

Cryless, JPG.

Buying a bull, buying a house, it costs money.

This is the last day of the month, when I had a few coppers left in my hand after midday, and I wanted to buy two for dinner at the alley stand.

Now, both Han Creek and Han Creek exaggerate, these coppers must not have been able to pay for the food in the Tianxiang Building.

I can only humble myself.

“What if you pay for it? I’m sorry.

“Oh? I’m sorry.

Why is he slanting with a peach eye, “I’ll run my own leg, I’ll pay for my own food, I’ll wash my own dust?” I’m sorry.

“It’s only the first day that Miss Chan will break the contract? I’m sorry.

No, no, no, no, no. I’m in a hurry to explain, “Big brother, no, sir. You believe me, this is an absolute special case, from next month — tomorrow, from tomorrow onwards — absolutely guaranteed a normal diet. I’m sorry.

Well, he finally took it.

And then I got a breath when I got him out of the hospital with a big smile — I was the cheapest writer ever.

Han Creek back, I know.

Not the least, but the least.

He doesn’t give me food.

I was groaning and staring at the fragrance of a chicken in front of him.

He knocked out his hand.

“What does Miss Chan do? I’m sorry.

And I’m like, “Well, that’s… that’s what a chicken is. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, pulled his lips, and then slowly and brutally refused.

“No way. I’m sorry.

I didn’t give him the key.

“Miss Chan cried today to destroy a dress worth about 200 of these chickens. I’m sorry.

…it’s all about revenge.

Barn.

I’m going to roll the bull.

“You have to take care of someone, don’t you? Bullies are innocent. I’m sorry.

He can’t.

I was too busy pulling the oxen forward and holding his hand on the chicken.

But for the first time there was silence.

He pulled his hand back and then shook his head behind me.

I don’t know.

I knew he could hear!

I’m sure I can’t eat it. I won’t eat it. Stay with me.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

I wanted to do something for Ling, run into the yard, see the ladder and climb to the roof.

“Mystery, Mystery.”

If it had not been for such a case, it would have been a second act in my life history.

It’s good that mystics are really behind me and they’re still in black.

“I’m here. I’m sorry.

“Ah … there you are. I’m sorry.

I turned to him and found that one important issue had been forgotten.

“What’s your name and title? I’m sorry.

“Dan. I’m sorry.

What are you doing?

I feel like I’m getting used to it.

“I want to ask you, Jian. Is the world in this book interoperable?” I’ll meet other characters here? “and the face of the hostess?”

“No comment. I’m sorry.

…blow.

“I’d like to advance next month’s silver one night. I said, “And can you get me a roast chicken?” I’m sorry.

I’m gonna whisper it out.

Put the roasted chicken in front of him.

“Does it smell good?”

He still shakes his head.

I said to him, “It’s not just that, it’s ours. I’ll eat with you. I’m sorry.

He’s noding again.

I tore down a chicken leg and put it in the hand of a bull.

“That HAN-HUNK, you scoundrel. We’ve got something to eat and we don’t give him. I’m sorry.

When I saw the door coming in, I was about to send us to Han Creek for dinner.

I couldn’t get my mouth full, stammered and said, “Good evening…”

I couldn’t care less. I had to go to Han Hak.

As a result, I saw Ling sitting in front of my room at night.

Actually, I’m not up all night, it’s a stomach ache.

And seriously suspected Han Creek drugged me.

After all, when he delivered me the cup of tea before he fell asleep, it was the brightest moment of his day.

I’m wearing a coat and I’m a little confused.

What are you doing here, Ling? I’m sorry.

It’s summer, but it’s cold at night. Especially when it’s late, and he’s sitting on this rock.

I went down to see him.

“Ah, your hand is so cold. I’m sorry.

He raised his head and looked at the veil.

He slowly wrote in my hand, “No go.” I’m sorry.

Who said I was leaving?

I’m not his hostess’ sister, and I just walk away from someone who doesn’t agree.

This kid isn’t ptsd!

I’m not leaving.

I told him the exact answer, tried to touch his head, and held on.

So put on him his clothes and say to him, “Come in, will you?” I’m sorry.

There are no different ideas.

Purely a step-mom to a mother, guilty.

And lead him to the bedside, so that he may have a thin blanket upon his bed.

When he was writing, he was playing some kind of Internet trip, and he was grumpy.

Little eyeslids open, straight noses like jade, small noses, red lips. A good model face.

I hate him the most.

The best look, the worst story.

Help him with the horns and hope he’s sweeter in his dreams.

Now that the story is settled, I hope the outsider is better than the unknown.

The next morning I opened the door and saw Han Creek.

He looked at me with the expression “Aah-ah-ah-ah-ah” and my behind.

The gibberish is red.

The moment I looked back at him, it fell straight down.

“Lips.”

I got him.

He’s in my arms, he’s hot, he’s got a good-looking brow.

Han Creek came up to his nose and hit his pulse, and finally just shook his head.

“Help me get him to bed. I’m sorry.

I set up a little bullies, and I saw Han Creek’s hand with a long, cold silver needle, and it didn’t come in from above.

I took a breath in my heart.

Han Creek looked at the needle.

He asked me, “You know, he’s not sick, he’s poison. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

And he asked me, “Do you know what the poison is? I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

It was written in the first place, but it was written in detail. I’m not a drug dealer. Who knows what it is?

Han Creek smiles, “Stop saving.” I’m sorry.

He said, “There is no antidote in this world, and he is destined to live for less than a year. Let him die now. I’m sorry.

“You…”

My heart is tight.

I don’t know how it turns out to be unsolved. How can Ling be so small that he can’t save himself?

“Aren’t you the Holy Hand of Doctors?”

How can people be sentenced to death so easily?

Han Hak fanned and touched his eyebrow.

“I practiced medicine, but I’m not a fairy. I’m sorry.

“But I wonder, how do you know I’m a doctor? I’m sorry.

“-And why, so much like my life? I’m sorry.

He smiled and looked at me, and he looked at me.

“Miss Chan, explain. I’m sorry.

“I am…”

It’s over. It was so exciting.

I’m afraid we can’t all get out of this house without a good explanation.

Get the wolf in the room.

Got it!

“I’m actually a white sister.” I’m sorry.

I thought of what was written in the original book: “The white art was found in the valley of the flowers.”

Then I’ll explain, as long as I don’t meet the right man one day, I’ll be able to turn around.

“Oh, you know white art?”

He’s picking up a pair of peaches, apparently suspicious.

After all, the name white art was spoken out of his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know where I’m going, but last year at the beginning of the festival, we ran into each other on the street. I became acquainted with them because they were too similar, and then I saw each other. I’m sorry.

I asked him, “Do you remember she had a jade? I’m sorry.

One of the white arts was a jade, which was on them when they were found. I didn’t say anything about it at the end of the article.

Because I forgot.

In my post, Han Hak wrote “Hide” to some extent to ignore men and women.

After all, I am in greater distress than the Lady of the Virgin Mary and the Lord of the Light with the Right Path, the full and living character of Hanbrook.

I’m biased. I’m guilty.

But it’s now my lifeguard.

“I actually have the same one, just to sell it for the sake of Ling. “Who lets me and Ling be alone…”

“But I know the part of my white sister. She was my own sister.

In order to exaggerate the atmosphere, I snuffed my face and swallowed it.

Although I was embarrassed by the fact that I had not shed a tear, Han Creek seemed to believe that statement.

After all, I’ve spoken of all things that foreign people don’t know.

His eyes are burning at me.

“Have you seen her since?”

Aah! And suddenly I thought of another one.

“Yes…” And I looked at it with my eyes, and I said, “The white sister also showed me a lot of people’s pictures and it’s the best one in you, so I remember. I’m sorry.

I’ve written it in my book. The lady master’s good at Danqing.

I’m good at the logic chain.

Perfectly explains why I recognized him on the street.

I’m awesome.

Han Creek is a little uncomfortable.

“She…”

“Does she like to paint? I’m sorry.

I’m suddenly a little more concerned.

It wasn’t his fault.

He and her lord had nothing but a three-sided vision, and white magic had not been with him at his most sad times, but he could not forget.

I thought I wrote that he’d put it down.

But I didn’t think that a character who had its own logic would have been mine.

“She shouldn’t blame you. I’m sorry.

I can only console myself in paleness.

“She’ll remember the venomful old man, and all the good that you did to her. She understands your concern, and even if we met again, you wouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry.

If we forget each other, it’s the best end, then why bother?

Han Hak smiled and asked me, “Someone was with her, right? I’m sorry.

I just thought of my true master, and I had to say, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Just. He started laughing.

Just. I’m sorry.

He’s got another finger in the bed.

“You want to save him?”

He said, “I know a monk named Koichi who is said to be holding a potion in his hand, and it works. I’m sorry.

“If you can get it, I can try it. There is no guarantee of complete cure, but temporary stress toxicity is possible. I’m sorry.

“Of course I’ll try. I’m sorry.

I said, “Where’s the monk, we’re going to find him now. I’m sorry.

“But I’m looking at the weak little bull in my bed, and he’s burning up.”

Han Hak fan shakes his head, “He’s all right, he’s just sick because he’s toxic. This situation will become more serious in the future. I’m sorry.

“Maybe in a few months, he’ll be unable to walk. In the end, as a sap, the world will disappear forever…”

I can’t hear any more. Grab his sleeve and walk outside.

“Take me to the monk. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

“You must prepare to return empty-handed. I’m sorry.

On the way to Tsuru Gan Temple, Han Creek said to me,

“There have been many people who have asked him to save their loved ones, and none has been turned away.”

“This man is an extraordinary man, and so he is guarded by royal masters around the monastery. How many of the killer’s dead are watching, and they’re coming back. I’m sorry.

The peaches looked at me, “What do you think you got? I’m sorry.

And he shook his head again.

“This treasure is actually better. I’m sorry.

“This thing can be born because of the monk, who once had a loved one. I’m sorry.

Han Creek looked at me and laughed, and said, “You know, he killed this woman, took countless lives and saved her just to get this thing. I’m sorry.

“But the woman felt blooded, and refused to take it. I’m sorry.

“He went to jail to kill the woman, but the woman blamed him for being the son of Shuro. I’m sorry.

Han Creek asked me, “Is it funny? I’m sorry.

The more I think about it, the more I feel familiar with it.

The blood of those who love them is not the same, but the same who love them is the same.

And entered the house of Buddha, and We looked at the eye-browed monk, a little eyebrow, and came forth.

Fong Zi?

I’m sorry.

I called out the mystery man after I met him.

“Dan. I’m sorry.

“I never thought it would be like this. I’m sorry.

Square One, this is my favorite part top 3.

From the first-time white-clothed teenagers to the next step of cold blood, to the throne of God and the world.

I’m the one who left him and the girl, and I’m the one who let them die.

I knit him a dead end with the mistress.

I remember writing at the end:

He’s finally on top of the crowd. On the winter night, the wind and the hunt blew up his fury. He holds the night in his arms, and is left alone.

Glory and loneliness.

He has finally become his most loathsome, and he has forever lost his beloved.

– That’s the end of the story I thought was over.

But he gave me another answer.

Cut your hair and leave your door open.

I see.

It turns out these early characters are really so fresh, I thought everything was going to be.

And me.

In recent years, more and more work has been done, with more and more stylized dramas, with men saying the same thing; more and more hot spots, snuffed with the logic of a dog’s blood drama; and often with poor data.

I don’t even want to go back to the story, as if it was just for the job.

And when my story was left with commercial sugar, it was all perfunctory. I do not like to write them any more as living people, but as a means to enrich themselves.

I don’t believe it. Who else?

“I feel sorry for some of the characters I wrote. I’m sorry.

Will they have their own thoughts and souls, just like Fang Ziko, and thus bewildered by the brainless dramas that are happening around them?

Gives comfort to the white.

“This life is a lot of color because of you. I’m sorry.

“Your future is long. I’m sorry.

Half a month later.

“Maybe you can get rid of the master.” I’m sorry.

Han Creek hit me on the head with a fan handle.

“What kind of magic are you, Chen Shui?” I’m sorry.

My hand was in the face with an arc and a narcissistic smile. I’m sorry.

My hostess never wrote a face for years to make it better for her readers.

This face that I’ve created today is pure and pure. It’s not an exaggeration to say she’s the master of the world.

It’s a bit of a problem, but it’s a real pleasure, a great satisfaction of my vanity.

I looked inside, and I went up to help him.

The cold he suffered that day had worsened, but he was weak and needed to be well fed.

I’ve got to get that medicine.

“Ling, we’re still going out. We’ll be back in the evening. You wait for us, okay? I’m sorry.

Bully nod his head.

The Huairou policy against Master One has been going on for half a month.

At the very beginning, he took one attitude — avoiding it.

Attitude and slowness followed, neither hiding nor seeing.

I was in a hurry today.

“Maestro, the Buddha speaks of karma. Since I’m here, it’s fate. Why aren’t you there? What are you afraid of? I’m sorry.

It’s a little bit of a tummy.

“Let her in. I’m sorry.

“Master. I’m sorry.

I respectfully respect that.

And he was low-eyed, and even the luminous mole of the eyebrow was covered with a silent hymn.

Boys and girls are my favorite setup.

I used to write about him when he killed bloodthirsty.

It’s changed now.

He will not look at me, but he will recite Buddha’s murmurs.

I had to take the initiative, “The master knows why I’m here. I’m sorry.

I’m gonna get a cure for someone I care about.

I even felt the same way before the square. One half of the hope of not letting go is to keep the hostess in mind.

It’s amazing. Writing and writing.

He finally spoke, but instead of responding to me, he asked me:

“Because of fate. What is fate?”

And I said, “I’m a fairy.” I’m sorry.

I’m not talking nonsense.

It’s just the first word the hostess says.

The girl with the doll face is one of my favorite female roles.

She has always been open and loving, firm and beautiful. This was the first time she saw him, with a smile on her face and a ghost face.

“-I’m a fairy. I’m sorry.

I have personally brought to the fore the good destruction I have created, because I believe that everyone has his own destiny.

This man, who has not touched me to the point where I have changed my life, is on the way to an already established death.

Be aesthetic exists because of its rational imperfections.

My heart’s booing.

I don’t deserve Pity Square One.

– But I believe I have reason to come to this world, and I have created the evil fruit. If you want to drag people out, I’ll do it.

Buddha didn’t cross him, I crossed him.

He’s got ten hands, long-browed.

“It’s all lies. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and I couldn’t wait to grab his collar and make him wake up.

“You can’t let go! I’m sorry.

I make a hostess that always brings a little bit of my personal identity.

If there’s anything like me and his mistress, it’s probably plain cruelty.

I do not intend to hide anything from him, and I will tell him my true identity if he so wishes.

He’s not like Han Hak. This guy’s tough, more self-abuse.

Instead of seeing him struggle like this, it’s better to break the dream.

“You’re punishing yourself. I’m sorry.

I told him.

“If you did leave her, you wouldn’t be here as a god. I’m sorry.

“What is the matter with the life of the people of Buddha Pudu? I’m sorry.

Ling is not one of the creatures.

I have a heart, but I want him to have a heart.

Our master said, “When she left, she spared her and herself.” I’m sorry.

“The people of old go to life. The people live.” I’m sorry.

“Why don’t the master really drop the dust and save my life?” I’m sorry.

After a long time, the fragrance of the fragrance was at the tip of my nostrils, so I took away the irritation before.

He finally wanted to see me.

Those eyes are the best of all my lords.

Visible, bright. Eyes burning.

And the eyes of my eyes were drawn from my face, and from the eyes to the lips, like ten years of light.

One inch, one inch, one inch, one inch.

A little bit, like a rock in a lake, tossed its last lap.

The eyes have become so full of water.

The dress that I’ve been tearing out of my hands, I’m empty–

There is no more square.

I know. He’s the same since then.

“The medicine is not with me. I’m sorry.

He backs on me, “If we meet again, I’ll give it to you.” I’m sorry.

Back on the way.

“So he promised you the medicine? I’m sorry.

Han Creek asked me.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

I said, “Maybe he was wandering in front of the Buddha, but he needed a man to push him. I’m sorry.

Someone with the same face as the hostess needs to push him.

The wagons were upside down, and I looked out the window.

There is too much to say in the heart, but there is no word.

Who else has deviated, and who is still following the established course?

How many more stories I’ve never known?

Last thought fell back.

I’m suffocating. I thought I’d come back and ask Han Creek, “What should we eat? I’m sorry.

No response.

I’m going back.

It’s like a drug-like thing on the face.

The pupil earthquake was accompanied by a loss of consciousness when it was too late to react.

It’s time to open your eyes again.

A red boy dressed as a mountain bandit appeared in front of me.

And he was born with a smile and a sword-eyed star, and he reached my neck with a dagger.

“Be quiet or I’ll kill your lover.” I’m sorry.

I’m dizzy, looking at Han Creek.

He’s now like a strapped pink pelt.

People aren’t awake yet.

Red boys filmed my face with a dagger.

“You look like my old friend. I’m sorry.

“But you’re not her, you’re a little uglier than her. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I looked at him, and I thought I was one of my bad kids.

And he said to himself, “But you’re a thin skin, so stay and be my wife. I’m sorry.

Madam…

He smiled and looked at me.

“Will you? I’m sorry.

I looked around.

“That’s it?”

Wild hills, open grass. What’s the hold-up?

I don’t care. He’s got a weed in his mouth.

“Aigoo–“

“Don’t look at me like I’m a little small, but I haven’t recruited any men yet. I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll eat and drink with you I’m sorry.

He’s a chestshot.

“Pop-in. I’m sorry.

Look at this ponytail narcissistic idiot, I think I’ve got a certain number.

This is not too many people.

He squeezed my face again laughing.

“You’re too gentle, not like her. I’m sorry.

I can’t hold on to the anger that’s going on in my head.

“Windwind!

His pupils looked up in two circles, and the grass fell down.

“You… how do you know my name? I’m sorry.

I laughed at him, “I know a lot of things. I’m sorry.

“You’ve been dead since childhood, haven’t you? I’m sorry.

I asked him, “Your brother-in-law raised you, and they died in a plague. I’m sorry.

“You have no place, no place to go.” He’s a hero, but he’s a traitor. I’m sorry.

“I found a girl with a baby the other day. I’m sorry.

“How many times did the girl scold you and told you to find a good camp. You think you’re a bandit? I’m sorry.

Look how surprised he’s gonna fall off his chin.

I’m going to keep taking the tone.

“I’m actually a fairy from heaven. I’m sorry.

“If you don’t let me go, I will curse you from the sky, and you will die.” I’m sorry.

The wind is the man I read in my last article.

I’m impressed because I just finished.

Actually, it’s called a hydrography. It’s called water.

Only Wang is a bright spot.

I like the way he looks, the naked heart.

The only regret is that it was born in a hydrology that made it look alien to other soulless roles.

That is why I am kind to him, and I have not set him up with anyone.

The torture was not a major abuse, and he was expected to continue to be free and free.

It now seems to be a good thing to think simple.

Good trick.

I’m in the middle of something. I’m in the middle of something.

Don’t be angry, fairy. I’ll untie you. I’m sorry.

He came to pull the rope on me.

Half of it stopped.

“Wait… if you’re a fairy, why can’t you untie the rope? I’m sorry.

“If you’re defunct, shouldn’t I tie you up, threaten you and ask you to do something for me? I’m sorry.

This…

Why is he smarter than I thought?

“Well…”

Han Creek on the side seems to wake up and groan painfully on the ground.

“Wait, I’ll see him first. “The wind left me walking towards Han Creek.”

He’s walking and wondering.

“That’s weird. I threw a drug.” What does he hurt?”

Hello?

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“Aah-aah-aah-aah.”

When he hit Han Creek, he yelled with his arms.

“My hand…”

Wonderful.

Not bad for Han Creek.

Han Creek raised his head, no matter what the wind rolls on the ground, looking at me.

“Come here. I’m sorry.

I jumped over like a leather shrimp, crouched down and untie Han Creek.

I felt a layer of rope coming out of my body, but nothing was moving behind Han Creek. I look back…

His lips were so close to han Creek’s cheeks.

Han Creek is confined to me.

He put his body down. And the likeness of the eyes of the peach bewitched, and they covered me.

“You’re not right. I’m sorry.

“In broad daylight… you can’t do this, but there are others…”

The wind is so painful that I cannot forget to comment.

“It makes sense. I’m sorry.

Han Hak has stood up and caressed the garter.

“So kill you?”

He reached out to me again, “Get up. I’m sorry.

“No, no…”

How dare I touch the Lord now, trying to climb up on my own and panic.

“No need to kill him. I’m sorry.

“We’re all right. I’m sorry.

I’m one of my sons. If it wasn’t for this, I’d be happy to turn around with him.

This stupid white sugar did something stupid, but not so bad.

“Let him have a lesson. I’m sorry.

“Let’s just go back.”

Han Creek looked at me and sighed.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

“So, that thing you made really doesn’t hurt your life, does it? I’m sorry.

“No, no, no. Han Hak, “How many times have you asked, Grandmother? I’m sorry.

“It’s just that he’s got a pain in his arm for a while. Although there is a feeling of oscillation, there are no actual aftereffects, and it would have been better for about two hours. I know. I’m sorry.

“Oh…”

I’m not talking.

“It’s not like he’s lost his mind…”

“He’s a covert! I’m sorry.

Han Creek fried.

“If you talk to me again, I’ll get rid of your pussy.” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no…”

I’m busy laughing.

“You’re the best, the best. I’m sorry.

I hate not being able to steal that fan from him to fan him.

“Take it easy. Take it easy. I’m sorry.

I remember the bullies in my heart.

When we left, we told him to come back in the evening, but it’s daytime.

He…

God bless, don’t do anything.

Han Hak and I just went into town and felt like our shoulders had been shot.

“Hey. I’m sorry.

The wind of the night showed me a radiant smile.

I feel like my pecs have expanded a circle.

“What are you doing here?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

He’s a ponytail.

“Who am I, young wind chaser?” I’m sorry.

“There is no one in the world that he can’t find. I’m sorry.

Help.

I shouldn’t have set him up so ashamed.

He also said, “The young man is so different from the normal, he can’t see you when he wakes up. I’m sorry.

“The Fairy Sister. * He pretends to me * I’m sorry.

He kept showing me the package he brought.

“Well, since you don’t want to stay, I’m coming to you. I’m sorry.

Han Creek also has incredible eyes.

I believe he is in a self-doubt phase.

He said that his drug would run for two hours. However, it is less than a day before the wind brings the luggage to the road.

Bad…

I forgot about this buff on the wind.

It’s all in my book. One says it’s best, one says it’s best. After a contradiction, one step has to be taken.

I hope Han Creek doesn’t get mad at himself.

I’m not in the mood to catch someone. I just want to see the bull.

As a result, the door was opened at the door of the house.

I’m not good in the dark.

The consequences of entering the house have been turned over and no one has seen a bull.

I’m gonna cry.

Quick knock on the door of all the residents of the street and ask them if they saw a blind young man in a light blue shirt.

The answer is none.

Two passers-bys were only heard in the alley stand.

“They say that the South Windshouse has a new ecstasy. It’s blind, but it’s not funny. I’m sorry.

“What do I hear? It’s not new, it’s in again. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I ran in front of that guy.

Say it again. I’m sorry.

I almost squealed from my teeth.

“You, again, say, once, again.”

I was scared and I said again, “The South Windshouse has a new chick…”

I let them go. Turn around and head for the south windhouse.

Han Creek stopped me.

“Calm down. I’m sorry.

I’m holding my fist tight and I’m holding on to my unstoppable anger.

The teeth are still ringing.

“I can’t calm down. I’m sorry.

Han Creek holds my shoulder.

“and whether he’s a pussy or not, let him be.” I’m sorry.

“The last time you bought him out, the boss there must have been impressed. I’m sorry.

“You’re going to run like this, maybe they’ll think of something to hide. I’m sorry.

I finally took back some sense and looked at him.

“What do you say?”

The three of us were in the south windhouse.

I wore my hat, covered my face, and I hid it with them.

The wind is still a little confused.

“What’s going on…”

Han Creek stopped him well before I got angry.

“Shut up. I’m sorry.

I’m happy to meet you.

“Yo, sir. “Looks like some kind of face.”

“We’re going to listen to each other today or…

Han Creek smiles.

“Silver. I’m sorry.

I’m laughing on my face and the powder’s in my cheek.

“Well, let’s just say, we have all kinds of guys. As you like. I’m sorry.

She’s staring at the wind and the smile is even deeper.

“Or are you two together? I’m sorry.

“No no, I’m not…”

“Yo, this little brother is shy…”

I wish I could put a pail on his shoulder.

“Not really. I’m sorry.

Han Creek fan stopped her.

“We’re here for the little lady. I’m sorry.

That’s why I’m here.

She was very well-informed, and at this point her face seemed a little obscurantistic.

“This way…”

About two men and women have yet to travel together.

“She’s a bit shy, so we came with her. I’m sorry.

Han Hak is blind.

I’ve been looking at you all day.

He continues to naturally get to the point.

“I hear you have a blind man here, handsome. I’m sorry.

“Can we meet? I’m sorry.

It’s a big idea.

“You’re talking about Master Tama… that’s unfortunate. I’m sorry.

“It’s true that Master Qin’s name has been so loud these days…”

Han Creek held the robe, and I stung my hand.

“Are they in this house right now? I’m sorry.

Han Hak looked up and said, “I see people on the second floor and quiet on the third floor. I’m sorry.

“They’re on the third floor?”

He asked me a little bit, and he answered me.

“Oh yes. I’m sorry.

I’ve dumped Hanbrook’s hand.

One of them took his hat off and headed south on the third floor.

The wind is on my side. Help me avoid the claws.

I kicked the door open.

Nope.

The people inside were scared and scolded.

I didn’t hear, and I kicked the other one.

Not really.

I kicked this room one by one in a row, full of rage.

I’m not moving when I kick the biggest door in there.

Bullies on the bed.

He was naked in the lower half.

The tumultuous garments were thrown to the ground and half of the bed fell loose and was dragged down.

There’s an infested smell inside. A fat man with big ears is riding on him.

I feel a pain in the back of the scrunch.

Step up and pull that guy off.

Pull it off — I don’t know where it came from.

Pushed him to the corner of the wall and slammed his legs with scissors from the cupboard.

He’s still barking at the wall.

The wind helped me catch him.

“Behave yourself. I’m sorry.

I turned back, bit my teeth and ripped off my mantle, and put it on the crotch.

I don’t even know how to sound.

The laces were shaking, and for half a day only two words were spoken.

“Lips…”

He was lying on the bed, with his eyes open and he spread out.

No response.

A few of them were wet and wet and covered their necks, and their lips lost blood.

Something’s broken.

The old man followed.

I was so red, I pulled the scissors out of my hand, I looked at my throat.

“Who let you touch him! I’m sorry.

That disgusting man cried out loud.

His blood ticks down.

I’m scared to death, too, and I’m just pulling a hit man in front of me.

“He came himself…”

I feel a little dizzy and the world is a little blurry.

Han Creek held me.

I’ll leave him alone.

A vase was also taken and thrown at the door of the crowd.

Get out! I’m sorry.

Han Hak also stopped looking for him.

“I’ll pay you for the silver. I’m sorry.

I tripped, tripped, fell on my knees and crawled to the side of the rib.

And hold his half-twirled fingers as white as they are transparent.

“Lips…”

I touched his cheeks and cried out.

“Let’s go home. Let’s go home.”

I almost looked after Ling for two days.

It’s hot and hot, and the worst is water.

I squeezed his nose and opened his teeth.

“Lips…”

The meds choked to the mouth.

This pale body is as if it had lost its ability to survive.

I couldn’t help it any longer.

In my most helpless times.

Wing showed up.

I crouched on the ground and saw a black cloak.

“Why is that?”

My heart is made of copper.

Especially in recent years, after losing creative beliefs. In order to hit the number of hits, it is possible to add to the character of the play the various illogical sites.

But now, seeing the pain of the bullies, I really want to go to every point of time that can turn the tide and stop the tragedy.

“Are you beginning to believe that they’re real? I’m sorry.

“I’ve been there since the beginning…”

The answer is no more.

I didn’t believe it at first.

I thought it was a virtual scene at first, and it was another dream I had.

“This is the world of creators. I’m sorry.

Han has gone out.

I looked at the invisible black robe and stretched out my hand to keep him, and I didn’t know what to say.

The world does not have its creator, but it does.

I have fabricated these figures but do not have complete control over their fate.

The wind is coming out behind me.

“The fairy…”

I haven’t made him look good these days.

However, he is not a subjective perpetrator.

And indirectly it was me who started it.

I’m suffocating.

“Don’t call me fairy. I’m sorry.

I said to him, “Just call me Chen Shui.” I’m sorry.

The wind sits on my side.

He scratched his head, apparently not knowing what to say.

I’m silent, I’m talking.

“How have you been all these years? I’m sorry.

“Ah…” He snapped, put his hands behind him and stretch his legs.

“No good, no bad. I’m sorry.

“It’s been so many years, and sometimes it’s too hard to survive. I’m sorry.

I asked him again, “Will God be unfair to you?” I’m sorry.

He thought about it, and he showed it all.

“I do not feel that human life has a high, low, and low. I’m sorry.

“The lives of their noble fathers are the lives of our common people. I’m sorry.

“Blessed, bitter. There’s something good about it. I’m sorry.

“I don’t think it’s cheap when my relatives die. If that’s what I blame for, it’s nothing. I’m sorry.

“There’s more to life than others. I’m sorry.

“And my future is mine.” I’m sorry.

I looked down and said to him for a long time.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

He’s laughing, “So don’t talk to the Jade Emperor when you go back to heaven. I’m sorry.

I laughed, and these tight nerves finally took a break.

Han Creek pushes the door, “Come on in. I’m sorry.

“You’d better get your medicine as soon as possible. I’m sorry.

Han Creek said to me when he was making a new drug for the pussy.

And he looked at the bed’s penis, and he said, “He’s like this, the toxic catalog, he’s got a lot of problems, and I don’t know how long he’ll last. I’m sorry.

I said good.

“Shall I come with you?” Han Creek asked me.

I shake my head, “You look at him. I’m sorry.

The same thing, I don’t want to happen again. In other cases, no surprises.

Han Hakchi brings the wind to the side.

“You’re with her. I’m sorry.

“I’m…” And the evening wind was soaring, “Okay. I’m sorry.

Tsurugan Temple.

I sensed that the atmosphere of the temple was different than in the past.

The wind smelled a little bit of the air.

“It seems strange around this temple. I’m sorry.

I looked up at the sky and the clouds were on top, as if the Lord was holding on to the first pound of rain.

So what?

I am only here to seek cure. The rest, none of my business.

Let’s do it.

I walked inside, but my husband stopped me.

“There are guests here, Lord. I’m sorry.

I’m sure he’s not an ordinary man who can stop a working husband.

I waited for three fragrances to burn.

The door of Koichi was finally pushed from inside.

The man who came out of it, his blouse, his ink like a waterfall, his eyelids and he looked at me.

He passed me. He’s out of Buddha’s Hall and I’m in.

Koichi wait for me inside.

“You’re here. I’m sorry.

There’s a well-sealed vase on the table.

He tweaked his head, “That’s it. I’m sorry.

I’m trying to reach out, and I wonder why I hesitate when my fingertips touch.

But it was close to hand.

It’s a weird setup that I’ve written about how many people have put their lives to death to make one of these, evil things.

I can almost sense their desperate cry and cry, and countless sharp nails scratching and scratching inexhaustible scratches inside the crumbling walls.

– And the dry blood that splatters in the heart.

I look forward one.

His previous appearance was still cold, based on the assumption that no one but the hostess would show a near soft face.

It’s quiet, peaceful, clean.

– I feel like I’ve been scratched.

– If he is good in nature, it is I who compels him to become a murderer.

If I don’t set him up with so many spoils, he’ll end up doing good?

I’m holding on to the vase, and I ask Toichi, “The master doesn’t want to know who I am. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head, “No. I’m sorry.

I remember when he was lying and asking him again.

“Does the master not believe I’m real? I’m sorry.

He laughed again.

“No, no. I’m sorry.

I’m not sure how to alleviate the breath I’m talking about, but I’m telling him.

“But I’m curious about you. I’m sorry.

I’m curious about his past and now. What do you think about the future, with the silent lights?

He’s got ten hands and Red Manau beads on his finger.

Shows the back of his body and turns it into a fine scroll.

No answer.

I came out of my room, and I looked at the evening wind sitting on the plum, and I laughed.

I reached out and stabbed him.

Slap him on the shoulder again.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry.

“Aah…” He just returned from Zhou Gung, and there was some confusion.

“O… go. I’m sorry.

He’s boobing.

“It’s weird. How can I sleep? I’m sorry.

Yeah, how come there’s such a big, confused sleepyhead?

Stepping out of the temple, he asked me, “Have you got everything you want? I’m sorry.

I nod my head, “Well. I’m sorry.

“That’s great! “So he’s saved.” I’m sorry.

My heart sank.

As soon as I bring up the bullies…

The poison of the scavengers has grown to an incomprehensible degree.

And this is the drug I was talking about, and nobody knows how it works.

I’ve been promised nothing but a “dry try.” I’m sorry.

Back of the road.

We haven’t been gone long.

It’s just a lazy wind and people stop when they don’t put their arms down.

Two men dressed in front of me.

“My master, please take a step. I’m sorry.

He bowed his head and I looked in the direction he was pointing.

It’s a low-luxurious carriage. It’s sitting inside, and it’s the noble lords who hide their identities.

I shake my head.

“Don’t go. I’m sorry.

No matter who I don’t know, I don’t go ahead.

There’s absolutely no time for trouble.

If it comes for this taste of medicine…

I’m not squeezing, “Wind the wind.” I’m sorry.

The wind will do it. One hand to my arm, one hand to my back. I’m going to fly.

But they’re not alone.

Even worse, the green, green, on-the-side mountain forests are not aware of the presence of more than a dozen invisible bodies.

They have secretly surrounded me and the Wind.

My heart is tight.

The wind holds me down, alone with those people.

He told me to go.

I can’t stop running, “Wind and the Wind”

He… don’t do anything.

When I turned back, I was blocked by one person.

A companion of them, one of them.

I didn’t even see his face.

And when he was cut off by a knife, he lost all consciousness.

Wake up again, I thought I was lying on an ancient Siamese mattress.

It’s a layer of folding, soft and comfy.

If it wasn’t for the pain in my shoulder, I’d finally have a good night’s sleep.

And then look up at them, and see them, the lasagna, and the embroidery of the earth.

Looks like a white jade cupboard, a golden furnace, with a fragrance and a headache.

What the hell is this place?

The two pavilions with their hairs full of pythons are transmitted to the outside.

“The mother is awake.”

Your Highness?

I was also covering my head, trying to clear up the situation, and all of a sudden the house was kneeling down.

Come in from outside.

Ink, hair, eyes…

Isn’t this the one I saw at Tsurugan Temple?

I was conscious of his appearance.

Cloaks are made of silver and silk, a golden crown, a long body, no height…

I didn’t expect this man to choke my face as soon as he came up.

A pair of eyes, tight eyes, red eyes.

It’s so powerful that I can see.

I was unconscious, and he pulled me back.

My face is twisted and my eyebrow is uncontrollable. Because of his strange situation, he was afraid to act quickly and looked at him.

His eyes appeared a moment of laughter, and he was crushed by the shadows, and he had a deeper hand.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.

…what the hell.

At last, he looked at me with his eyes wide open and loosed his hand.

And he was taken away from his body, and his tone was cold: “From this day on, you will be my princess.” I’m sorry.

I’m all alone.

Princess?

Princess.

Since he left, I’ve searched the corners of my memory and only found the name “Suchin”.

…my hostess.

Jesus!

It’s a court-martial.

The male master Prince Leung is a pervert who strangles his neck to force love –

Now he’s the Emperor.

And his mistress…

Run away.

…I wrote that the hostess and the man escaped from the day they were born.

I’m guilty.

It’ll be made of pigeon soup.

I’m thinking about myself with my head in my head, and I shouldn’t have left the pit because of bad back-office data.

But it’s just so similar to me that every time I write about her and the man’s rivals, I feel so strongly about myself.

I was going to send the mistress back to the palace later and beat the man so hard that he could ask and reflect deeply on what he had done.

She was finally let go or killed.

Today, the Lord is still mad and unrepentant, and his mistress has nowhere to go. What should I do?

Shark off me.

And suddenly in my head, I hit a spirit.

Look down, you’ve got a new dress.

The soft, silky material is the upper hand of the palace, which is a few steps higher than the previous dress.

I was in shock.

My clothes, the medicine in my old clothes!

I snuck out of the bedroom while the palace people didn’t notice.

The Royal Library.

As far as I’m concerned, the pharmacist will probably be in the Royal Library in Dangley.

I’m going to find it.

Everything went well. I went around the palace tower, hid behind the door and turned over the cylindrical.

– Turning the corridor and hitting a man.

“House, what are you doing out in the bedroom? I’m sorry.

The Leung season is light and light, and the light is coming down.

I only wear a pair of socks.

I didn’t have any shoes.

I moved my toes with shame.

I don’t know if it’s like going naked in a well-regulated old age.

It was true that the blue in the eyes of the beam had deepened, and a twilight flashed, and carried me.

And he was strangling, and I fought in his arms, and it was nothing but a waste.

And when he entered the inner house, he fell on my bed.

I struggled to get up, and the towers full of palaces frightened a flower.

Leung leaned on me and strangled my wrist.

“Your Highness, do you know that everyone in this house dies because of you? I’m sorry.

Then he waved his hand, and brought down the men, and then blundered my dress.

I can really feel the hostess’ despair.

The gender gap in power is compounded by the extreme nature of the season.

And We gave him the strength to bite him so hard that he would not be able to pull a hairlid from his head.

“You force me to scratch this face.” I’m sorry.

He stopped moving.

I’m in a mess, I’m in a mess, but I got a breath.

They’re stabbing deep, and they’re bleeding.

Leung Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou.

And his hands were removed from my chest, and man was removed from me.

“You’re smart. I’m sorry.

I’m still holding on to my original position, because the agitated chest is still on the rise and looking at him.

“Give me my medicine! I’m sorry.

The Leung season was sitting by the bedside, and the clothes and crowns were the original Qichu.

A coronary beast!

So he looked at me, and said to me the last part of his life.

“But you can’t threaten me. I’m sorry.

He said, “But I wonder why uncle gave it to you. I’m sorry.

Uncle?

The Leung season has risen and cast one of the other’s palaces on my face.

“Call her a doctor. I’m sorry.

Leung’s gone and I’m still in bed.

When did you become Uncle Liang?

This is the character in the two novels, which was not connected.

But in this space of time, it was ably integrated.

Was it done on purpose … or?

And why did I see so many previously impressed characters in the face of the hostess?

They will also be brought together in parallel, drawing out the circumstances that have taken place.

Is there really no creator in this world?

“Mom. I’m sorry.

There’s a small palace tower calling me.

The fact that Leung didn’t kill the people of this house may have worked my last threat, and maybe I wasn’t Suzumi, and I couldn’t have done it.

“The doctor has arrived. I’m sorry.

Doctor. I’m in a mess and I haven’t changed my clothes.

“It is His Majesty’s intention. I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty says the Queen’s face must not be scarred. I’m sorry.

Okay.

It’s the curtains and the placards.

But the Leung season was meant to look at the face. If you don’t like it, you have to show it to the doctor.

I don’t care. No one knows me anyway.

Pulling down the pap and you see a pair of peach eyes.

I’m surprised.

Hanbrook showed me quiet with his eyes.

So I threw out the man full of palaces with my princess’s shelf.

Han Creek…

I rise from the bed, and I’ll be down.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Zee–

The temple door opens again.

A guard came in.

“The pain hurts…”

I couldn’t help but scream when Hanbrook put on me.

“Hold on. I’m sorry.

Han Creek is a bit soft on me.

“I don’t know how you got involved in this. I’m sorry.

The nightingale’s guard hat was dropped on the table, with one hand on the cheek.

“Yes, he has never seen such a battle. I’m sorry.

“So many masters with great skills, if he hadn’t run fast…”

“If you didn’t run fast, she wouldn’t be in this situation. He’s in Han Creek.

“If I hadn’t run fast, I’d have been arrested!” I’m sorry.

“I’m not like her, I can still be a concubine, but I might have been scraped with a knife.” I’m sorry.

“It’s probably the end of life. I’m sorry.

Han Creek is not slow.

“You…”

“All right, all right, cut it out. I’m sorry.

I slam the temple.

One talk, one tongue. It’s so loud.

It’s a good thing the wind didn’t catch me. It’s a shame I forgot about him.

Bad. Forgive me for being so paranoid.

Fortunately, they’re all fine, and they’re stable when Hanbrook says they are.

Han Creek stopped the move.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

“Did the Emperor do anything to you? The wind asked me.

“If he bullys you, he’ll beat him up when it gets dark. I’m sorry.

I turned my eyes.

“Do you think she’s being bullied? Han Hak is so cold, “You’re just saying that you’re going to go to bed, and you’re afraid you’re in trouble and you’re only going to put oil on your feet.” I’m sorry.

“You…”

WAKE OF THE NIGHT WOW ON THE PLACE.

“The master told you a few times, it’s three thirty-six, and we’ll go first. There was no better way. I’m sorry.

“And besides, could you find her without him? I’m sorry.

“I can do it without you. I’m sorry.

“Change, you can’t even turn over the walls of the palace, you have to get stuck on them. I’m sorry.

Han Creek Peach-Eye flew something out of his sleeve.

“You’re a vegetarian again. It’s the wind that shuns it, “It’s really a good fight.” I’m sorry.

He’s been trying to grab Han Creek’s sleeve.

Han Hak is not a martial arts man, but he is better at the flow of dark instruments.

At this time, he was provoked by the wind and the wind. The two were quickly entangled.

When Leung came in, he saw a doctor hanging together on the ground… and a bodyguard.

They were taken to the dungeon.

And I fell on my bed with my hair.

And he fell upon the side of his back, and he fell upon it, and the whole man fell on the ground, and my eyes fell upon a golden star.

I’m holding my back and I can only see a pair of boots coming in.

He pulled my face.

“The Princess. I’m sorry.

…things.

You can’t run around in a cab.

I ate the pain and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down.

“You don’t know why she left you! I’m sorry.

Leung’s fingerbone is tight.

“What did you say?”

“Supple. I’m sorry.

I bit my teeth, it was clear.

“You do this to her every day. You never really talked to her. I’m sorry.

“You think you love her and you’ve been hurting her! I’m sorry.

“You also expect her to love you and understand your heart. You’re afraid of something big. I’m sorry.

In the eyes of Liang Qianfeng, the waves are dark and dark.

He pulled me close, closely staring at me.

“Tell me something. I’m sorry.

“It’s quite clear that she won’t stay with you. I’m sorry.

Leung’s throat rolls, and his eyebrows can’t hold.

“Tell me where she is. I’m sorry.

“I don’t know…”

He looked at me and threw me away again.

I’m breathing, I’m holding on to the pain, I’m standing up.

Crashed the cup of tea on his neck at the moment when he was going to step out of the gate.

“Let them go or I’ll die here. You’ll never find Sue. I’m sorry.

The Leung season stops and looks back at me.

He can’t tell from his face, “Have you thought that this threat would work in turn? I’m sorry.

I drew blood on my neck with shredded china, “I dare, you dare not. I’m sorry.

Ling was taken to the palace.

Leung said to me, “You’re so good. I’m sorry.

“Take my brother into the palace, so you don’t have to worry about me running. Me too. I’m sorry.

He’s gonna have to catch him when he runs away.

It would be better to do things under his nose and relax.

Han Creek says I have the potential to be a witch of a troubled country.

Well, I wouldn’t dare do that.

But the beams are in a hurry.

He gave me the potion.

And then he will come near, so that I shall recline on the shelf, and shall put my ears in my ear.

“The Princess. I’m sorry.

His fingertips crossed my cheek, and the soothing touched my gratitude for a chill.

“There is no scar.” I’m sorry.

And We looked at the eyes of which We took a little of them, from the heart.

“You don’t like Sue if she has a scar on her face? I’m sorry.

And he stopped, and his finger turned around and choked my neck.

“I told you you’d make it. I’m sorry.

And the more his hand was tightened, We gave birth to a greatness, and under his shackles We put words in pieces.

“You care about my injuries… just afraid I’m not like her. I’m sorry.

“You can’t accept another woman in your heart. Let’s not pretend. I’m sorry.

“The essence of all double literature is disgusting!” I’m sorry.

Leung suddenly let go.

I took the medicine and pushed him hard and left.

He pulled the belt.

He put me on the table, and he threw me out.

“I told you I was not under your duress. I’m sorry.

“You have no part in me. I’m sorry.

“The reason I’m with you is in your heart. I’m sorry.

“Do not wait for the day when you shall die, and be an iniquitous dead man without knowledge. I’m sorry.

I went back to the bedroom and I saw Ling.

One of the terms of Leung’s promise to take Ling to the palace was to put me in the queen’s bedroom.

And Lich lived in the house before me.

I’m wearing a dress and I walk in.

Han Creek’s putting needles on the oxen.

“Windwind went to the hospital to pick up medicine. “He took a look at me.

“You brought that Danmaru? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

Han Creek reached out to pick up the china bottle.

“So I can try. I’m sorry.

And I did not answer, and sat by the bed, and touched the cheeks of the calf.

The forelocks are frightful and the lips of the eyes remain closed.

He never woke up.

The pharmacist was cut and strung into a thick, dark, plume of bitterness.

“It takes a few more days to know the effect.” I’m sorry.

Han Creek says, “You know I don’t have a full shot. I’m sorry.

I know.

In this world, everything is variable.

Just like before, Han Creek’s anaesthetic hit on the evening wind.

Both of the “most” initial settings were discounted.

And now, Ling’s poison meets the potion of Destiny.

It is not clear whether there will be one party that will prevail or whether there will be one step back.

Han Creek’s peach blossom eye down, slammed my butterfly bones.

I’m going back.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

“There’s a big ink stain on the shirt. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Evening.

And I sat on the roof of the palace.

It’s possible that I set up an empty space, that the palace is not heavily guarded and that the guards on the patrol did not find us.

And it’s coming straight.

I put my hands on my cheeks and asked him.

“Dan, can’t you just treat the ox? I’m sorry.

A little silence.

“Can’t. He says:

The unexpected answer.

After all, he said there was no founder in the world.

Then he’s probably just a messenger, or a man-made system or something, and he doesn’t have that much authority.

But I didn’t want him to be silent for a moment and ask me, “Do you want to go back? I’m sorry.

It’s my turn to remain silent this time.

“Don’t want to. My answer.

I don’t want to go back to the real world.

Except for Ling, which is not cured.

It gets worse and worse. My family and friends are moving away from me, and the whole person seems to be out of touch with reality, and there’s one more word on the Internet.

I’ll die of depression if it continues.

“In fact…”

I said, “I’m here to see these characters alive, and I think what we did before is really meaningful. I’m sorry.

“Write is not just to feed, but also to have faith. I’m sorry.

“Maybe I shouldn’t keep staring at the data, maybe I should think more about the story itself. I’m sorry.

Ask me again.

“Do you still believe in your creative abilities? I’m sorry.

I can’t say what I think.

“Chang Qi”

The wind of the night leaps on.

And leave only one shadow and hide in the night.

“Who were you talking to? I’m sorry.

The wind scratches his head.

“Is it a boy’s eye?” I’m sorry.

That’s when Han Creek showed up behind us.

And he brought a sheath of peaches, and came with the wind. Eyes are blind, cheeks are thin.

“Good wine. I’m sorry.

“Ah, where did you get it?” The late wind asked him.

“The Royal Dining Room. I’m sorry.

“Isn’t this stealing? “The wind of the evening has condemned him with justice. “No morality. I’m sorry.

“What, you never stole anything? Did you hide your crown in the rice cabinet? I’m sorry.

“I’m… I’m trying to help Chen, and you put laxatives into the Emperor’s teahouse, though it was intercepted. I’m sorry.

The wind says, but the sound is small.

“Come on, come on. Give me a drink. I’m sorry.

I took Han Creek’s wine and poured it on my head.

“Then I’ll have a sip.”

It’s been a long night.

The three of us, drinking, arguing, watching the stars for half a night.

Ling is awake.

We heard the news, three steps and two steps, and ran to the temple, holding him.

He had a moment of rigidity.

But he bends his arm’s finger and he taps my back very gently.

That’s the only move that makes me crazy.

Although I noticed, his body was still shaking.

It is a state of restraint that cannot be completely relaxed.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.

Han Creek separated us.

“You know he’s still weak. I’m sorry.

And I sat at the side of the bed, and lifted up the hand of the bull with mercy.

It’s already thin. It’s so thin that the wind blows away.

Although there’s no wind in the house, it’s in my heart.

I squirted his hand and warmed that cold palm. Turn around, and write down the three best words of my life.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

And his eyelashes trembled, and his lips dazzled, and he spelled in my hand.

“It’s me…”

“I thought… you didn’t…”

He wrote “No” and I couldn’t help but cry, and the other hand held him and stopped him from writing.

Yes! Yes!

I screamed in my heart.

“I will never leave the bullies. I’m sorry.

I took a vow in his hand.

I’ll never abandon him.

And then she almost cried.

Hand me Han Creek.

He called me out.

“No cure. He says:

“The poison in his body can only be suppressed. The clearance has been very slow and has not even kept pace with the accumulation of toxins. I’m sorry.

“Unless we can find more effective pills.” I’m sorry.

“But in the world it’s only the fear of the good. I’m sorry.

That means it’s impossible.

I forgot to wipe my tears and stand still.

“You said Ling couldn’t save him? I’m sorry.

Work hard to make a living.

I was prepared to hear this cruel fact, but I still feel like I’m falling in a cave.

I even thought it was a mistake to come here.

I’ve witnessed the hard feelings I’ve written and the difficult stories that are happening.

But after a few days, I changed my mind.

I’ve got it.

If that’s true, there’s no way.

Then I’ll finish with him.

Let’s go through this.

I pushed the door in, I fed the ginseng, and I helped him sit up.

Ling’s body is much better than before and can already walk down.

Sometimes I hold him in the sun.

It’ll work, but it won’t work like we imagined.

He’s been drinking his medicine, and I put on his robe and went outside while the weather was good.

There are no words in the palace.

Liang has also given birth to many things.

It’s just that I’m looking too much at the bulls and I can’t care about these words because I’m holding my neck against Leung.

I can guess why Leung didn’t really hit me.

The total return is that I’m someone else.

Sow’s character, he’s stubborn, he’s got things in his heart.

If recovered at this time, the loss of the soft rib armor will provoke the unbridled backlash that I am.

I have nothing to fear except the peace of those around me.

But.

The wind is a little afraid of bullies.

It is not fear in the traditional sense, it is flight with a sense of guilt.

It’s not like it’s in my heart to be blindfolded by someone who’s always happy.

And the calf is wide, and he knows not the wind of the night, and he persists in obstinately covering himself with the past.

“Hello.” I’m sorry.

Of all the quiet days, only the Leung season is the difference.

I set foot in the Queen’s House, where the people were not, except him, who waited for me under the candles of the plain.

The lights blew so loud.

I’m used to my neck and throat.

By him in the closet.

“Honey, you’re insolent. Give me these moths. I’m sorry.

“You agreed to the pick-up. You’re sorry again? I’m sorry.

And the candle lit him, and We looked at the eyes of the flying.

“Let’s send us all out of the palace. I’m sorry.

His eyebrows swung in, he gnawed his teeth, and he said, “Thought.” I’m sorry.

And he stretches out most of my fragrance shoulder and his abdomen flow on it.

He’s got his lips closed, his lips tied.

“What makes you think I won’t touch you? I’m sorry.

I’m gawking.

Look to the skin exposed to the air and go forward to him with his shoulder naked.

“Do you feel right about her here? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

In the end, the Leung season has gone.

The next day, as usual, I found something wrong when I went looking for Ling.

And the couches of the couches shall be made full. It’s smooth and smooth, and there’s no sign of people living there.

The displays were also small.

Except for two or three palace men on duty, the silence inside the house is alarming.

– Ling is gone.

Han Creek and Wang Night Wind are gone.

When I looked back, Liang was standing at the palace gate.

He stood against the light and the sun cut out his face.

Princess, why did you not tell me that your brother is an enemy? I’m sorry.

I’m standing there, dumb.

The enemy of Japan.

The consequences of not being filled together at the same time. I became Uncle Liang.

Ling became the Emperor of the enemy.

I ignored the emperor before Ling. I don’t know. I just acquiesced.

When the beam laughs, the eyes are high, and the eyes are cold.

“You know how many people of Liang killed while he was in office? I’m sorry.

“The pit kills the captives and it kills the city. One hundred thousand men and one hundred thousand men and one hundred thousand men and one hundred thousand men. I’m sorry.

“The most important. I’m sorry.

The Leung season has been marked by a vicious and gruesome look.

“If he hadn’t sent troops to attack Liang, how could Su-jin have run away? I’m sorry.

After a laugh, his tone turned flat.

“and sacrificed it, as the Shaman had said, in order to keep me safe and sound.” I’m sorry.

Sacrifice.

My heart is tight.

He ran in the direction of his standing, but emptied the horn of Liang.

He stood outside the door of the house, which was gradually closed, watching me in peace, and the palace men locked the doors and windows.

I was alone in an empty palace when the door of the house was not working.

“Dan. I’m sorry.

“Dan!” I’m sorry.

The house is silent.

No response.

I was imprisoned in the palace.

I pulled her arm while the palace tower was feeding.

“Tell me, how’s Ling? I’m sorry.

She’s hurting me.

Maybe it’s the grace of the day I saved my life, or it’s the grace of my days, or the kindness of my days, or the question of whether to ask me.

“The sacrifice is set for tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Tomorrow…

So Ling and Han Creek are not in danger. But tomorrow, what do I do?

With scissors, with sharp instruments like gold and silver, out here fighting people? And?

I’m burning my feet.

– Suddenly there was a familiar figure under the porch.

Run over the palace tower, throw away the guards and run like hell. Finally, it hit the man’s face.

“Major Ai. I’m sorry.

I took his robe a little bit.

“Help me…”

“Save me, Ling. I’m sorry.

And he crouched down and looked at Us, and the bells in his hand appeared brightly.

“Why are you here? I’m sorry.

A moment later he asked me.

“For the young man who was sacrificed? I’m sorry.

He said, “Don’t worry, I came to the palace for this. I’m sorry.

Later, the Leung season finally appeared.

He walked into the inner house.

“You can invite uncle to be your lobbyist. I’m sorry.

He called for a lamp and sat across from me. Another bottle of wine.

“The master is only following his own heart.” I’m sorry.

I said, “He’s a lobbyist for goodness. I’m sorry.

Good?

He laughed, “Why don’t you say good for the dead?” I’m sorry.

“He’s lost his home. This road has been displaced and has not been easy. I’m sorry.

I argue.

“It is common for the two countries to fight and for civilian and military casualties to blame for the fighting, not because it was him. I’m sorry.

This fragmentation, the struggle between the world and the other, and whether or not there will be war and war will come to pass. It’s not his fault.

Moreover, in the original formulation, Liang suffered from internal strife rather than from an enemy invasion.

It’s this time that twisted it.

“The dead man died for nothing. I’m sorry.

The sarcasm has appeared in the Leung season.

“Do you really care about the 100,000 people? I looked him in the eye and said, “What you care about, what you’re worried about, it’s just that Sow ran off at that mouth. I’m sorry.

The eyes of the beams, and the light pupils, revealed some strange information.

“Good. I’m sorry.

He admitted to it and then he took a sip.

He asked me, “Do you think if I were gentle with her, would she stay with me? I’m sorry.

Leung asked me that question.

Though surprised, I should have followed his heart. I’m sorry.

But thinking of the same living Sow, thinking of the other young man who shared her suffering and wanted to know her, said the answer to my heart.

“Love does not change much than who gives, it is love and harmony. I’m sorry.

“It’s mutual. I’m sorry.

It’s not that your prodigal son is going to stay for you, it’s not that you’re going to love you as much as you are sick.

She has no obligation.

The Leung season was long, and finally smiled, and the smile moved with the eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

He raised his glass at me.

I woke up with my head covered.

Last night, after a glass of wine fell in the belly, the consciousness became blurred.

Now, when you open your eyes, you jump out of the bed and open the window.

Can’t pull — can’t pull anything!

The door frames and windows were crucified and the seals were blocked outside.

Sporadic sun comes in through the board of 77888 and makes me feel like a funny fool!

Liar!

How can I really relax my guard against Leung?

I stood helplessly in the house for a moment, and I lifted up the stool and threw it at the window.

Stop me! Don’t try to trap me!

Our heart to save Ling is nearing the mad spirit, and after dozens of mad blows, the windows are loose.

A face with a windy wind outside the window.

“Chang Qi”

I don’t know.

The wind broke the doors and saved me.

He said, “Most of the people in the palace today went to the altar, and the guards in the dungeon were loose and I escaped. I’m sorry.

“And I brought down those guards who were guarding your gate, so that I could save you.” I’m sorry.

He jumped over the palace with my shoulder and took me to the altar to save the bull.

“You can’t be better if you’re all right. I said to him, “What about Han Creek?”

“I don’t know. “He hasn’t been with me these days.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

By the time we arrived at the altar, the hymn prayer ceremony had been completed, and a fire had been set on the bull.

On the stage of the seven stars, only Ling was alone.

There’s a lot of people around.

The Leung season sits in high places and caressssssss the seat.

Princess! I’m sorry.

I’ve been in front of Ling.

Lift up his face and erase his strangely painted silver.

“Ling, I’m with you, I’ve been with you. I’m sorry.

And We looked at those who were loud, and there were angry, happy, and their faces were whispering.

– I seem to have a familiar face.

The Leung season is already strained, and the eyes are filled with bitter hatred.

“Ignition. I’m sorry.

He no longer wants to see the so-called perpetrators of Susie’s disappearance, even if they all lose me.

The guards, at their behest, set fire to the dead branches around the altar, and the plume of smoke spread quickly.

I untie the ropes and hold him in my arms.

“I can’t take you two at the same time. I can’t take you. I’m sorry.

The night was so hot, it was so hard to turn around.

“It’s okay. You go ahead and leave us alone. I told him.

I’m sitting right here with a little bit of bull.

As the fire became more intense, it became impossible to see what was around it. I cried out all over my body and I cried out the last call.

“Dive…”

Time is still.

In a white light.

From the sky.

And how that We could leave behind him, with His guidance, with all that is in his arms.

“I’m going to save Ling…”

I tried hard to emphasize that I was willing to resist that unstoppable pull.

Look back at me.

“Put everything down. He’ll be fine. Trust me. I’m sorry.

And the demons may have something to do with the power, and We eased our resistance to it.

He took me through the clouds, and flew down into the abyss, reaching a subterranean territory.

I’ve never seen anything like it, dark, quiet, endless.

He brought me to the mouth of a black hole, where the black fog surrounding him seemed like a soul, and when he saw him, he realized that he was invisible.

It’s…

He’s stopped waiting for me again.

I followed him into the hole, and then I stepped on the floor of the palace, which was black and reflected the light.

Those in black have come to receive their black robes. I ask him respectfully and respectfully:

“Demon.”

“Demon”? I’m sorry.

The audio-visual sensor has been stimulated.

Now I’m confused when I get out.

The world still has a fairy system?

It was the first time that I looked at his face in detail after taking off his robe.

Skinner than snow, eyebrow.

And as though it were a mist, and as though it were beautiful.

It’s like all the men after me have a little shadow of him.

Hiss…

What do you mean?

“Are you my master, too? I’m sorry.

Master…

My mind is moving so fast that all the characters under the pen are gone. Evil, deep…

All of a sudden, a similar eye was seen in the fragments of memory.

“What?” I’m sorry.

It’s not really a written novel.

It’s a story I wrote on the back of my paper in junior high.

The prototype was the guy you liked.

I just found out how similar it was to the vague face that had been forgotten.

– Demons give birth. My first character.

He’s got tons of gold fingers I put on him.

The sky, the water, the ice, the time…

I put in him everything I could think of.

Because I write for someone I like.

However, I was humbled and weak until I graduated without the courage to speak to someone I liked.

Instead, the mistake opened the way to writing, writing a little bit of the story, even as a source of livelihood.

— Strangely, I don’t remember giving this man such a full soul.

He’s supposed to be the thinst piece of paper man.

Standing in the hall, dragging his shadow long and long.

He asked me.

“Why do you prefer him? I’m sorry.

I’m…

Not only was he the first person I met in the world.

It’s because it’s the fullest part I’ve ever written, the most inspiring part.

Says, “I’ll show you someone. I’m sorry.

White man on his knees in front of me.

Qing Zheng…

His Highness is full of silver, and he bears a fair face. At this time, kneeling in the palace of the Shaitans, while we are still at rest, we are also left with a feeling of compassion for war.

He looked up and he had a little white hair. There are tears in the eyebrows and no pain in the eyes.

“Chicken, I was wrong I should have left you with me, and you shouldn’t have been hurt. I’m sorry.

Qing Yi, I love you…

Funny.

He said he loved me, but the only one of those roles I saw could not distinguish me from a woman.

After all, trapping him is just my set.

That’s what a soulless character is.

I just know I like it, but I don’t know why I like it and how to continue to like it.

I walked in front of him, down.

“What do you love about me? I’m sorry.

“I just love you. I’m sorry.

I looked at his face.

“Then I ask you, do you think those gods are wrong? I’m sorry.

His eyebrow swung out as if his heart was really going through a battle.

He’ll make all the appropriate looks, but his eyes never focus.

Like an ai robot who works by process.

“And they are to keep order in heaven. I’m sorry.

So what’s wrong is that I’m the witch.

So he still sees no fault of the gods who chose the right path.

“If the same punishment comes again, I will kill them. Will you protect me?”

“I am…”

He doesn’t know.

At the end of the day, in his mind, only I have set the “gods are right” and “love Qingliang.” When the two compare, his brain dies.

I asked him one last question.

“Will you give me your Nedan? I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry to return to Liang Palace.

He said, “I can’t believe you’ve got such a hard side. I’m sorry.

He volunteered.

He was born to tear out the cactus from his body and offer it to me, and then make it powdered.

He may not know why he came to this world when the spirits were scattered.

“He has no meaning. I’m sorry.

If I can, I’d like to wipe out all the crap I’ve written, not to mention the brainless paper role.

But…

“I don’t understand. The world, and you. I’m asking.

“Why do you do this? I’m sorry.

He’s the biggest mystery.

And the magic of Our writing is only a set of descriptions, and there was not even a specific plot on him.

But it’s no less important to see me in such a bloodthirsty way than to see a few of these people I’ve carved in my heart.

Why?

“What is the meaning of this world?” I’m sorry.

“If you can save Ling, why don’t you do it sooner? I’m sorry.

“…and now why help me? I’m sorry.

His eyelids are half covered.

“The reason why this world exists, you will know one day. All the puzzles will eventually get answers. I’m sorry.

Take me back to Liangdu, over the altar. Turn around.

And I saw the bottom, the white, the burning, and…

The sight of time and space quickly retreated, as van Gogh painted, turning everything into a vortex of chaos.

When I regained consciousness again, I found myself just sleeping by the bed of the bull.

He’s holding a cactus.

Reverts time and space, erases the rituals, and changes the identity of the minor.

He’s no longer an enemy, just my brother.

Wang and Han Hak were not locked up in the dungeons and continued to fight and talk to each other.

Everything went back to the way it was.

I stinged my arm and tried to call him, but I could never summon him again.

“Luck. I’m sorry.

I barely lifted my sour arms, and I was busy looking at the little cream in the bed.

After I made sure he was safe, I relieved myself and lifted him up and looked at the cactus in my hand.

…the radiance of Sendin, like Pandora’s magic box, tempting me.

Bet, a well-recovered little bull.

Or even deeper.

..I’ll still feed that cactus.

People don’t lie.

Maybe it’s my feeling that after that fairy-dam fell, the lid on the eye of Ling seemed like a flash of light.

People are no longer as dead as they were before, and the disease has been reduced by a few points.

I’m not getting well right now, I’m already happy.

He’ll be okay.

I’m just trying to find my hand.

I held him back and proved him over and over and over and I was there.

I don’t know.

And he was so happy with the wind, he was so big, he was with me, and the most important thing of the day was to be happy.

The condition of the oxen is improving in Sendin, and towards the end of the month only a thin layer remains.

You can even see flashing pupils inside.

And then Ling said the first thing to me.

I was making tea on his back while he was talking. The whole person who heard that said that first, then turned around, and then he was so excited.

“Lips.”

He was like a child who had just learned the language, and his words were vague, but he was glad to express them.

“Thank you…” he said.

“I know you’re good to me. I’m sorry.

I hold him tight.

“I’ll always be… I’ll always be nice to you. I’m sorry.

He’s still shaking.

I’m busy with the hug.

“Sorry, Ling. Let’s slow down. I’m sorry.

Before, all the trials, always forget. Cross over.

He’s sitting on the bed, quiet, quiet to cruel.

“Not the first. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand.

Ling explained again.

“The people of that day were not the first. I’m sorry.

I am horrified by the fact that I can’t take the air back and destroy it.

“Lips…”

“I’m telling you it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry.

He smiled and opened his blood to me.

He’s explaining to me that he doesn’t care.

Maybe he thought the first step out of the past would be to face the pain.

Han Creek holds a fan in the door frame.

“You’re amazing. I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk.

Evening.

“Do you see it? * I asked * * * The wind *

“Look carefully. “I watched him enter this palace.” I’m sorry.

He took me in silently and watched Han Creek talk to the same woman.

Far away and dark. Can’t see.

When Han Creek leaves, I’ll have Wang Wind follow the woman.

Look at the woman’s dress, like a dancer in the palace.

We follow quietly, and the light work that would have been carried out by the wind would never have been discovered.

But she turned around and looked at the flowers that we were hiding.

There’s light on the road.

She showed a face like mine!

The back lip is smiling, the face is not changed, but people are forced to come along with murder.

The wind pulled me to avoid it.

“I don’t think he can beat her. I’m sorry.

The bodies of flowers fell.

I’m not hiding.

Instead, he stood in front of her.

She was surprised to see my face.

The move has stopped.

“It’s you and there’s something like that in the world. I’m sorry.

“You know who I am?”

I’m surprised.

A small yellow gate opened the road with a lantern, followed by a royal palace. The men of the palace are sided by side, and me and the dancer have to bow down and wait.

It’s the road to the Dancers’ Fever.

The Leung season sits on the top and shines on the face of the dancer.

“You’re the choreographer… the princess? I’m sorry.

I talked to Han Creek.

“Why are you doing this? I’m sorry.

He was already exposed when he went to the south windhouse to rescue Ling.

I was in a hurry to rescue Ling and Han Creek advised me not to be too impulsive.

He said, “When you bought him last time…”

And what I said to him earlier was, “I am alone with the bulls.” I’m sorry.

I was out of my mind before I could think.

It was only then that he discovered that he had secretly investigated my relationship with Ling.

Later in the palace.

Before he turned the clock around, he exposed his identity to Liang.

The wind is in the dungeon alone, without him.

And I saw him in the crowd at the altar…

And now he’s bringing in an unknown dancer.

Why?

Han Creek’s smirking.

“What do you have to do with it? I’m sorry.

“Why do you control our destiny? I’m sorry.

“My thousands of lives in the Valley of Flowers, as you see it, are nothing but a random plot, so that we can all die in the world.” I’m sorry.

“You…” I’m shocked.

“When are you…”

“The first time I saw you, I felt strange. You said you knew white arts, so I became suspicious. I’m sorry.

“Subsequent . . Whose face are you? I’m sorry.

“Or are they all like you? I’m sorry.

“…until I hear you talking to that black man. Chen, we’re so pathetic. I’m sorry.

“Role? Live? I’m sorry.

“Are all the inhuman suffering that has been inflicted upon us to satisfy your own desires?” I’m sorry.

“…and what are you doing? You think we’re nothing? I’m sorry.

“…it doesn’t matter to you. Your life is so important that our beloved life is not fate? I’m sorry.

“Han Creek…” I was careful to sound.

He’s so cold he picks up a pair of peaches.

“I wish you would take all the suffering we have suffered. I’m sorry.

I was walking back to the palace.

It’s light as if it’s drained.

I didn’t mean to think that I’ve been trying to reconcile myself with myself, with my profession, with my own work and with the characters I wrote.

I want the characters to be full, and I want them to have the flesh and blood.

But for those of you who have given birth to God, how painful it is to confront them…

I don’t want to try to make it up to you, but I’ve put too much effort into it.

I’ve always thought about it, and I’ve always wanted both.

…but I’m a sadist author.

I can’t give up writing and change the style of writing, and I don’t want to write flat and boring souls anymore.

And if it had been before, I would have been ashamed to say,

Tragedy is to show good destruction.

But when my role was to condemn me as a friend, all the suffering he had experienced was my birth.

It’s like heartbreak.

And I took a low foot, and I walked on the road, and I was in a bit of trouble.

“The princesses. I’m sorry.

Somebody hold me.

It was that dancer last night.

I saw the light in front of me, and I grabbed her wrist.

“Why did you enter the palace? I’m sorry.

She looked at the rehearsal. Just one shot, I noticed the lunar musician.

The musician is different from everyone else.

They’re together.

And she, not Sow, not white. It’s even more impossible to die. And now it’s possible to be here…

I don’t know.

She’s already holding my hand, “I’m a dick.” I’m sorry.

..she’s the mistress of Ling.

I suddenly get mixed up.

She and Ling. Hurt each other.

It is true that she suffered indelible physical and psychological damage, including, but not limited to, imprisonment, drug feeding, threats from relatives and friends.

It can be said that Ling is the weak version of youth.

She was also poisoned, and it was no longer necessary to tell. If it hadn’t been for the two Danmaru, it would have been blood.

The reason why she entered the palace was that “the country hates it, and it will never forget.” I’m sorry.

She’s also from Greenland.

In the absence of a change of identity, he merely covered up the fact that Leung had known his identity.

In this time and space frame, Liang killed 100,000 civilians and soldiers of Liang while Liang killed Liang.

He said she went to the palace to kill Liang Dei.

She also gave me a pack of powder.

“I was unable to do so because of the heavy security on the side of Liang and the cumbersome procedures for drinking. I’m sorry.

“If you are willing to find an opportunity to mix it into his diet, or close contact with him to swallow him up, then you care about the greatness of the land, and it is a revenge for him.” I’m sorry.

She knows Linfan is with me.

I told her, “According to each other, you know what’s going on. If Liang die, no one will take over. How much life would be lost if the neighbouring countries were to take advantage of their power? I’m sorry.

That’s a good smile.

“What’s with me?”

I don’t know.

I filmed the powder in front of Leung.

“The dancer is going to kill you. I’m sorry.

And then he blinked and laughed. Laughing to the eye.

“The Princess…”

“Where did you learn to make a mistake? I’m sorry.

I looked at him cold.

He smiles slowly.

“I have not sealed her, and I will never.” I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m sorry.

What am I worried about? Afraid she’ll take my pet?

The Leung season is back to normal and looks normal. He was under pressure.

“She’s not like that. I’m sorry.

Yeah, she doesn’t.

The face is the same as the saucy.

Soo-soo is like my stubbornness, but it is always selfishness.

Even if the rabbit wants him to hook up, he can tell. It’s different.

He doesn’t have to find another character.

I picked up that bag of poison and I didn’t go back out.

I can only negotiate with Wang and prepare well in advance.

I do not want this country to be truly fragmented, causing more innocent casualties.

We want to stop the assassination of Ling Ling and the musicians before the guards of Leung respond.

“But these two men are above me. I’m sorry.

He said, “I can only stop him for a while and slow him down. It is also up to his bodyguards to respond in a timely manner. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

A delay … should be enough.

The evening wind asked me, “What about Han Creek? I’m sorry.

I bit my lower lip.

“Don’t know. I’m sorry.

I haven’t seen Han Creek in two days. I don’t know how to face him since that day.

“All right, all right. The wind sees me in the wrong mood, slaps me on my shoulder, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I’m nodding on a crushing mood.

And he said, “It’s important to protect yourself. If it’s really dangerous… I’m sorry.

On returning to the inner house, Ling was found sitting in front of the door.

He looked out of his eyes and looked forward.

He did not know that Ling Ling had also appeared in the palace.

That’s it, don’t think. And the blame between them is over, and do not hang him in it again.

I convinced myself.

Don’t let him get hurt again.

Sit next to him.

And I watched his eyes as the wings of a dragonflies, and there was only a thin layer, filled with joy.

“Your eyes, they’ll be all right in about a few days. I’m sorry.

Ling smiles silently, nods his head.

Three days after the palace feast.

I was put on the side of the beam.

Ling is sitting next to me.

The table is full of guacamole and well-placed.

The dancers were wearing coats, with silver bells falling between their wrists, and they were strung to dance with the tusks.

Sword dance.

I pass a look in the wind.

He’ll care.

And when the song turned fast and the palette was splattered, the devil had come with the musician.

– Just.

They split up in two ways, halfway around and headed straight for the bullies.

Her target is Ling!

When the wind saw this, the gnawed and cursed. Give up Leung and fix it this way.

Good thing the guard on the side of Leung stopped the musician.

I don’t know how to fight. I’m just gonna throw a bottle of wine in the back.

Spattered pieces of china are scattered, with scattered beads, like a rain.

The evening wind is flying.

He’s out there and he’s out there calling me.

“Chang Zheng. I’m sorry.

I know, he can only hold out for a moment. No one can do anything.

And We pulled out the golden beaks, and We did not find the stings of our hands.

The pain on my back and the pain on my back makes me want to get to the bottom of the table.

Ling has a pair of scissors in his hand.

His eyelashes stunned, and he lost his bloody knife.

And he leaneth on his head, and the eye’s bewildered, brightened, and brightened.

It’s the best picture I’ve had for a long time.

There’s only one guy in that picture.

“It’s wonderful. I’m sorry.

Ling’s voice is weak and firm.

“No one in the world can hurt. I’m sorry.

No matter how she hurt him, he was always alone in his heart.

He’s got a breath, flipped his arm, and the edge of the sword still pierced the bull.

I’m conscious to reach out.

The wind has risen, and I’ve taken it.

— without trying to make a good move, with a sword, with a sword.

“The wind of the night…”

I think the world has lost color.

The evening wind fell in my arms, bleeding from the neck and throat.

I rubbed his cuffs for him.

“I know who you are. He coughed blood.

“I don’t blame you…”

“Chang Zheng… I’m sorry.

“Wind and the wind…”

And We held upon it a moment of ease, and wept.

Han Creek appears in time.

His fan turned into a blade, which had pierced my heart.

“I still cannot forgive you. I’m sorry.

The world began to collapse outside my blurry eyes.

A flash of white light and the sound of a cyborg.

It’s like someone’s going through my pupils with a flashlight.

Patient 0699 is conscious and the body indicators are normal. I’m sorry.

That woman’s voice was ringing again in my ear.

“Dr. Chow. I’m sorry.

It’s a very familiar voice again. I’m sorry.

My eyes are closed, and tears are raging.

“Get out of here. Let the patient adapt. She’s still unstable. I’m sorry.

It’s the sound of an open door.

The only person left came to me for a long time without saying a word.

I do not want to accept the reality, relying on the supply of nutrients, and then open my eyes three days later.

That was the day Dr. Chow checked the room.

He was wearing white coats, long body, white fingers and a cold eye behind his mask.

“A few months ago, patient 0699 was found in his home burning charcoal and died of his brain after being rescued. I’m sorry.

He read me his medical records.

“On instructions from the patient’s family and friends, he was admitted to my hospital on month x. Use hologram technology to access the nerve endings…”

“…to draw the memory of the patient, to create a new world of reflection and to awaken the patient’s consciousness. I’m sorry.

He closes his medical records and looks at me.

The sign on his chest says “Zhou Wing”.

“Long time no see. I’m sorry.

Café.

Zhou Wing sat across from me.

The boy I remember with little words, always in white T-shirts, my front desk.

In my writing, he is the god-man in black.

I’m mixing coffee in front of you.

“So the real reason you found my brain dead was because I killed myself in my brain, and because I didn’t want to wake up, you chose to access the nerve end of my brain, and you woke me up in a conscious way. I’m sorry.

He’s folding.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“We’ve studied and concluded that you committed suicide because of the frustration of your creation. I’m sorry.

“In order to speed up the process of treatment, we have chosen to extract role information from your brain and to bring all the players together into a world of treatment. I’m sorry.

“Performance choice is based on your emotional fluctuations. I’m sorry.

Liangfan, Han Creek, Fang Zhui I, Wang Night Wind, Liang Season.

After all, I value and care.

Zhou Wing said, “The cure is a general saying that is to break your emotional peaks, go beyond the nodes of your consciousness and re-awaken your brain. I’m sorry.

I’ll wake up in a world of nothing.

“… it was envisaged that it would be sufficient to awaken you at a time when Lenfan was sacrificed. He continues.

“But through our analysis of your emotional curve fluctuations and estimates of the data in the brain region, it is not possible. So we changed our strategy. I’m sorry.

Ah … there is nothing more stimulating to the author than to be killed by his own role.

I don’t want to drink the coffee.

“That’s why Ling would have prepared scissors in advance if he had heard from me and Wang. I’m sorry.

“But why didn’t Han Creek just kill me? I’m sorry.

Zhou Qianqing looked at me and looked at me, “You wrote the role, I don’t know what you think. I’m sorry.

Because Han Creek wants me to see the pain of the bulls, and I want me to see the only person I care about.

All the pain he had, he wanted me to feel.

I’m down.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

“The healer is a doctor. He says:

I looked up at his eyes.

“Dr. Zhou, I read about the taboos in your hospital: medical care must not be personally involved in the patient’s treatment. I’m sorry.

“…”

He said, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.

“I’m curious about your world of consciousness. I’m sorry.

“So you find the role of “Dive” and guide me inside. I’m sorry.

After all, I’m not only stimulated in the virtual world, but I’m also relieved that I can’t continue to do well.

“Yes. He said, “I disagree with the philosophy of mentors, and I believe that there should be no simple stimulation to awaken the patient, but also to channel the patient’s internal problems. So I took part in your world as a character and fine-tuned the logic of events and people. I’m sorry.

“To convince me?”

“To convince you. I’m sorry.

Convincing that virtual world, convincing me that the idea of creation I’ve been working on is true.

“However, I’m not thinking about it. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Sorry again. I’ll be punished like a hospital. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and suddenly I felt a little guilty.

Did he see how he looked like him? Did he see any of his shadows coming after him? Does he know I liked him?

Zhou Wing has spoken.

“Chen, I loved your essay in junior high. I’m sorry.

“Teacher always reads your Zhou, so do I. I’m sorry.

“It’s my regret that I didn’t talk to you much because of my character. I’m sorry.

“But I read all your later articles. You may not believe it, but I can probably feel your heart’s journey, and that’s why I’m getting into your world of consciousness.”

He said, “I want you to stick to what you like. I’m sorry.

I took a sip of coffee and laughed.

Zhou looks at me, and there’s always some tension in the cold eyebrow.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“Nothing. “I waved.

“I think I’ve got the image of the man next. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.