I’m looking at her, but he doesn’t like me. I’m looking at her, but he doesn’t like me.
He’s been poisoned by my father’s own hands, and now he’s dying.
Yes, I’m wearing a book, and it’s in a book that’s been chasing the Master’s revenge for almost three months.
My favorite is the brother of the hostess, who has been separated for many years — the easier.
Who can stand the fact that the younger one is the worst part of the book, the stronger, the better and the shorter?
That’s why he’s been a very human character in that book’s comment area, with so many fans, one of them me.
But this is the author who’s got to be a bit of a bad writer.
It’s dead!
Not only is he dead, but he doesn’t love me!
Can you stand this?
I can’t stand it anyway.
I started this crazy entry with my keyboard, and three, two, forty-six words in front and back, and I went over this novel from beginning to end.
It’s not that bad either. I’m upset.
It’s all about perverts. Hmm.
I don’t know if it’s too biased or too bitter. Anyway, I just clicked and sent, and I came here in the dark.
The world in this book.
I happen to be wearing a girl named Zhao.
This role, which is less frequent in the original language, is one of the easier to lick dogs.
Of course, it doesn’t matter. I can’t lick it.
The important thing is that she is also one of the easier enemies.
Help!
I’m looking at the man who’s standing right in front of me.
Although he just saved me from a bunch of bandits.
But it’s all based on the fact that he knew the wrong person for a while and that he didn’t know we had a grudge.
Insolent and strong, beautiful and short-lived, so sweet…
Go fuck yourself.
Who wants to stand with this living king face to face?
I don’t know.
The greener the sword is only 0.1 centimeters from my throat.
I hope he doesn’t have a handshake problem.
I’m afraid I’m in pain and I don’t want to break my skin.
He’s staring at me like he’s gonna put my face out of a flower.
I know what he’s looking at.
According to the original, Zhu Zhao looks like her sister, who has been separated for many years.
The biggest difference is that his sister has a red mole at the end of his right eye. I didn’t.
It’s because he looks alike that he’s coming for me.
“It’s true, unfortunately not. “The younger you look at the sword, the less you take it back, the less you look at me and go straight away.
When he got away, I fell on the floor.
The original is mainly written about the way of revenge for the woman, and there is no mention of much detail about my little role.
It was not until now that I knew that the first sight that had been remembered had been pointed at.
Pointed at the sword, love at first sight?
What the fuck is this psycho?
I don’t understand.
Nobody cares if I understand.
It’s turning west.
It took me a long time to figure out what was in my head.
I was right. My father is a famous drug doctor, too.
He is an old man of great talent, a drug doctor, and a well-known reputation.
Unfortunately, as his only daughter, I am nothing. We can’t fight, we’ve only learned a few furs.
This is also one of the important reasons why the late-life books are so desperate to detoxify Vietnam.
I have to say, love makes people blindly optimistic.
Fortunately, I’m here now.
I decided I didn’t like it much, let alone want to detox him. I just want to be quiet enough to get out of this world.
But I just came up with this idea, and I heard a dripping sound, and then a message appeared in my head: because the host had the strong will to go home, it triggered the world’s only task — to spend the last time with the younger and then collect the bodies for him. When the task is done, we can go back to the real world.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
What the hell?
Why is it that everyone else wears books that are designed to be rich and handsome, that the stars are at the peak of their lives, and that’s where I come to collect the dead?
The only mission?
Don’t you have a bit of a play?
Unfortunately, not really.
Naughty as I am.
Soon after, I finally realized that in this book, from the beginning of encounters to the end of death, we were both bound together.
As if a lowly voice had been saying, “If you like him so much, I will leave you with him.”
It’s amazing.
I can’t escape.
Like right now.
I was asleep, and the sky fell. Impartial, slamming right next to me, throwing dust up my face.
I opened my eyes, turned my back, looked at it. Well, it was the easier it was during the day.
God bless you.
I held on to myself with a knife to protect myself, and the smug titty came near him in a coma.
Is the collection coming to an end today?
The day-to-day experience card of the world expired, yeah.
He opened his eyes to me.
Rusty.
I showed the knife, and then I sat on my leg, and I pulled an apple out of my arms, and I peeled it. I’m sorry.
The younger you look at me.
I don’t know.
I pulled my mouth off my sleeve for a while, pulled a pear out of his face, and said, “Or would the Lord prefer a pear?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Sit me up. It’s hard to tell.
I’m not used to lying around looking at people.
I threw pears and apples so fast I lifted him up.
Sit up and be quiet.
Silence is tonight at Kambridge.
I’d like to say something to calm down.
“Shut up. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Shit.
Staying with a murdering demon in the middle of the night doesn’t make me talk.
Are you scared?
Even if he can’t move, he’s got a deep inner strength.
Wait. Can’t move?
He didn’t have so many injuries in the book.
The most recent one should be…
When I thought about the story in the book, I said, “You’re going to kill Ding? I’m sorry.
Professionals eat melon faces.
The younger you look at me, the lower the lips, the less the temperature, the less the feeling: “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
Plum.
I can’t believe it’s me.
My life is over.
Who am I?
“I’m a loser. I’m serious.
“…”Sweet.
I’m afraid I won’t speak.
And We made peace: “I call myself Zoro, in the cages, and the heart towards the light. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you just call it light? The younger the question is,
“Then ask my father. I’m being honest.
The real idea is, it’s up to the goddamn author.
Thank God you can’t read your mind.
“Your father is a drug addict. I’m sorry.
“Who’s Rocco? No. I don’t blink, I even smile, “Are you a friend of the Grand Duke?” I’m sorry.
Are you kidding me?
My hands were not tremors when I was in the king’s canyon.
The younger the younger, he laughed with me: “I only have a month to live, thanks to your father.” I’m sorry.
“…”
It’s kind of a blessing.
I laughed, remembering that I had been systematically reminded of my mission, and that I was afraid, that I had overcome everything in curiosity, and that I was softer.
“Are you really only gonna live a month?” I said.
It’s almost three months old.
It’s still a bit of a shame to be alive in front of me.
“Your father’s creation was a hundred days free, and in the next hundred days his power will rise, and he will explode.” It’s been exactly 70 days since I took it. “The younger the smiles, the less careless.
And I was like, “You’re under it?” I’m sorry.
“Or what? “Who has the guts to poison me? I’m sorry.
That I really just knew.
I guess I accidentally missed it or lost it.
The poison was in his own hands.
Crazy. Too long.
“As for revenge?” I do not ask.
The younger he smiles softly and softly, but his hand suddenly falls upon my neck, and his fingers are not hard, but he is careful to moan, the ice is cold and cold, with the cold of the night.
If he wants to die, why can he move?
That’s what the bad guys do?
Or was he just pretending to be weak?
“You didn’t wonder who I was from the beginning, but you showed me how well you know me. “Who sent you?” Let me guess, the flower figment of the valley? Or is he the boss of Iron Mountain? Or…?
Neither! And I didn’t blink, and I couldn’t help explaining, “No. I’m sorry.
The younger it seems to have not received the answers that it wanted, but still let go, saying, “This face is true.” There are two people who look so alike. I’m sorry.
Then I swallowed my mouth in fear, and took two steps back and leaned against the trunk.
And he laughed, “Do not be afraid, I will not kill you. I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
Shit.
Believe me, I’m a pig.
The first second was nice, and the next second it was.
And he saw me not believing, and the face was heavy, and he said, “I will not kill you unless I kill you.” I’m sorry.
You see, it’s just this vagaries…
“If you saved my life, you wouldn’t kill me. I laughed twice and moved in front of him.
He’s satisfied with the location.
“Do you like talking to people? “I don’t know what to say.
“Not really. Just waiting for boredom. It’s a lot easier.
I stopped and said, “Wait for someone?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t think so. The younger you look to the dark, the more you say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I hold myself in fear.
And the more he looked at me, and said: Not you. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing, making sense.
The younger he was, he turned his tongue and said, “You are like one of us.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I say, “Well, well. I’m sorry.
“I was forced to separate myself from the old man from her when I was a little girl, and I had no pleasure in seeing her again until a while ago. Too bad it’s gone again. I’m sorry.
I said nothing.
And the people of his mouth were the younger his sister.
Their brothers and sisters were the sons and daughters of the last masters of the martial arts, but their homes were changed so that they were destroyed overnight.
Only their brothers and sisters survived, and their fate has since changed.
Yingji Yu has been adopted by the current Master of the Kung Fu League and has been renamed Lu Ying Shiu.
The younger, the better, was taken away by the pope, who changed his name to Zhang.
On the other hand, there is another, more widely known name: the Pope.
And the One of the Demons (of the Oneness of Allah), the People of the Right Way (i.e. the Oneness of Allah) are blind to him.
The younger the less he minded my silence, and said to himself, “My people are good and clean, like her mother. I’m sorry.
“There is no way to see her and try to get her hands dirty.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him with compassion and said, “So will you help your old man?” I’m sorry.
“I started killing people when I was five years old, killing them for 13 years, and I had no idea how much blood on my hands.” I can’t wash it. It’s okay to have more. I’m sorry.
I was suddenly sad. It was as if he had gone back to the time he had stayed up all night to clean up his sister’s obstacles.
He shouldn’t have died so early.
He knew that the enemy was strong enough to know that he was not strong enough, and had planned many years of planning for it.
However, his sister was deliberately pushed out to kill those people.
He did not want his sister to touch it, had to do it in advance, and even had to mess up his plans with his own hands.
And We looked at him, and said: Thou shalt not take away the hundred days. I’m sorry.
He turned over his head and said, “You should not think about it anymore if you’re under it.” Besides, what should I do? I tried to kill him, and I couldn’t. If I were 38, I’d have done it. I’m only eighteen. I’m sorry.
My heart is dark.
There is no doubt that the venom is irreversible. It is really too late to say that again.
It’s just still a pity.
As a reader who watched the hostess come all the way, I was more aware of the talent and strength of the younger branches.
She’s actually stronger than her brother. Even if she had to deal with the last villain alone, there would be no problem.
But she’s a pig-eating tiger.
He was not aware of that either.
I don’t care if I know.
In fact, he goes on to say, “This is not fun. If you can, of course don’t touch the best. Unlike me, you die, you kill, you die. I’m sorry.
The moonlight drilled through the leaves of the leaves and spilled them over his face, taking the look of a teenager who did not care.
For a while, the ghost made a fool of himself, and I reached out and touched his face.
He looked up at me.
I looked at him, too.
Face is hot, man is alive.
At this moment, he is before me as a living man, not as a villain in the book.
“Why are you crying? The younger you look at me.
I’m down.
“Don’t cry against that face. I look upset. “I want to kill when I’m upset.” I’m sorry.
“…”
I almost forgot, this guy is a pervert, he’s angry, he kills people without reason.
The humanity left in his heart is only about his sister.
Excuse me.
I put a tear on my eyes, I put away my heart’s sympathy, I had no expression: “As soon as he dies, I’ll stay with you to collect the body. Or as if my father sold out the after-sales service. I’m sorry.
He’s going to look at me and say, “Okay. I’m sorry.
After that, take his sword and lean to the tree and close your eyes: “Sleep.” No one should be here tonight. I’m sorry.
As for tomorrow.
Who knows.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
The sun rises.
It’s the next day I wear in the book.
Twenty-nine days before the death of the young and vulnerable.
He woke up and woke me up.
Today’s youth is known to be extremely gentle, and even a soft black shirt has not pushed his tenderness down half. I don’t know what to think.
“Let’s go. Today we’ll go to the county. The younger the man, the younger he rises, the first he goes.
And I cast a great burden, and looked around, and asked, “Did you not bring the wind?” I’m sorry.
I’m not surprised that he’s not stopping, that I’m talking about the wind, but the light: “The waste is useless. If you’re afraid, don’t follow me. I’m sorry.
I ran up and turned my hand back at him, laughing, “What am I afraid of with you?” I’m sorry.
“You have a vision. “The more you talk, the more your hands turn me away, ” I’m sorry.
I don’t think so. I’m walking on my feet.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.
As a reader of his endings, I know that the easier it was until two days before the poison, no one could win.
Even if you get hurt, you’re in danger.
Moreover, if you remember correctly, it’s where the hostess and the younger they meet again.
Why don’t you look at the mistress?
But… there’s someone in the original book?
After all, he’s not going to be able to do that in the original language.
I don’t understand.
It was not until the evening that I arrived near Zhang’s house in Zhang Dynasty County that I discovered that the Zhuang people were waiting.
“This is your 18th escort. I’m curious, I can’t touch it.
It is written in the book that every time the boss comes to the scene, he has 18 bodyguards, who are very powerful in martial arts.
I finally met someone.
Well, it’s better known to meet.
The younger he didn’t come back to me, he picked up a gold mask from a bodyguard, and he threw it in my arms.
I sting.
“What? I’m sorry.
The younger, the younger, the better, the better. I’m sorry.
I’m in the belly: I’m afraid I’ll be your sister.
And he feared, in order to protect the youth, that the people would attack her because of her brother, the Lord of God, and that they would not recognize each other.
I look like his sister, which is an important factor in condoning me.
On the other hand, this face can easily cause unnecessary trouble to his sister.
That’s a big smile.
I wear my mask.
I can’t help it. It’s Junjie.
I’m a pretty girl. I know how to work.
Soon the night is dark.
The group finally left for Zhang’s house.
We’re not here, we’re here first.
“The devils are scattered at night. “The eighteen guards broke this sentence in the air and fell on the roof of the house.
Those who hear the rumours of the earth and the earth will see blood.
The wind and rain never return empty-handed.
It was at dinner that the Zhang family quickly became in a state of panic over the arrival of the storm.
When I heard the noise, I remembered that the hostess was supposed to be lying on the roof of a house with a few good friends, watching the noise on the side.
If you want to turn your head and look for it, you can’t move your head.
“Don’t look at it. I’m sorry.
I know that.
He must have known the hostess was around, just pretending not to know.
I told them how the hostess could see the whole show.
It’s my brother who’s in the water.
I’m sorry, but it’s really amazing again.
In that vein, the lower courtyard had been set on fire and a large crowd had gathered.
The first is a slightly richer middle-aged man. At first glance, you look like you’re a good trainer.
“I wonder what happened to the late Lord? #Middle-aged men look up to their heads.
The younger the smile, the lighter I fell.
“Of course it’s not a pointer. “The younger the younger, the looser the hand that lays between my waist, and the younger the man walks.
I was wondering if I’d follow. I was stopped by the wind and rain.
I don’t think I’m doing anything.
So watch quietly.
“This must be Zhang’s master.” “The younger, the younger, the younger, the younger, the younger, the younger, the younger, the younger.” I’m sorry.
Eighteen-year-olds laugh the most.
Master Zhang was sweaty. Because of that name, he hasn’t used it for more than a decade.
“The Lord is afraid to find the wrong man, and the next one is unclear, and he doesn’t know anything about Zhang Dejiang. Zhang’s father laughed.
The younger Eden laughs, and he smiles like he can’t stand it.
His Lord Zhang looked at the scene and could not take advantage of the easier thinking and was afraid to speak.
There’s only the greener laughter in the courtyard.
I shake my head.
The younger the better, the better the better. It is clear from the book that this man was indeed involved in the destruction of former martial arts allies.
This argument by the Zhang family is futile.
Sooner or later, the greener, the younger, the younger he put his hand on the shoulder of Zhang’s master, the lighter he swung the ash of his shoulder and said, “I was mistaken…”
Master Zhang heard that the color was loose for a moment.
But he relaxed too early, and there was another sentence after the younger: “Then wrong is wrong.” I’m sorry.
When the voice came down, the younger the hand moved to the side, and the neck of Zhang was broken.
My breath seems to have stopped with Master Chang.
I can’t be more sure before this is a false story.
I know it’s a novel written by people. The world is a fake.
Sometimes there’s instinctive fear, but more often I think of it as a haunted game. They’re just NPC.
I laughed with the younger, and slept with him under the tree all night.
The younger I was on the roof, the younger I was, the more I was screaming in my heart, and it was new.
Even just now, I’d like to see what the woman in the story looks like.
I’m still looking forward to the follow-up of the story when I hear it laughs.
I’m like a real passerby, floating in the middle of nowhere, watching these people’s sorrows come together.
Until the moment Master Zhang really broke his breath, I suddenly stopped.
I saw his body fall softly on the floor and caught by the servants close to him.
I heard someone cry in grief and I saw a fire burning.
My world has become a different gray.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
And when the eyes were opened, We saw stars full of stars and a shadow sitting on a cliff.
It’s still easier to watch.
“Wake up. The younger the better, the younger the better.
I’m nodding, and I don’t care if he doesn’t see it. He reached out to the right hand, shot the open space next to the camera, and he suggested I should sit down.
I hesitated for a moment to move slowly over there.
“You’re afraid of me?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t go back to him, just sit quietly next to him.
Look up at the stars and look down at the stars.
Half an hour.
“Do you get scared when you kill someone? “I hold my knees around me, I put my head on my knees and I turn my head and ask him.
The younger he turned to me and said, “What is the fear? I’m sorry.
He said, “I fear I will not kill them.” I’m sorry.
We looked at him, and said, “I am sure that you are crazy.” I’m sorry.
And I did not wait for him to mock, and I said: “If I had grown up like you, I would have been worse than you. I’m sorry.
The younger you stop looking at me, the more you turn and look at the distant night sky.
Just as a meteor crossed.
“Do you have any wishes? “I’m happy to see him, and I don’t have to ask him, “Or, is there anything you want?” I’m sorry.
“My mother gave me a wooden doll when she was five years old.” That doll looks like a sister. I love it. It’s in my arms. Then the doll was thrown into the fire. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head, and when I was five years old, he lost all his family and was taken away by the late Lord.
“And then there was a group of martial arts masters, and I liked it. But I killed them all. I’m sorry.
They’re not just brothers, they’re competitors for the weak.
“I should never have liked anything. I’m sorry.
After that, the younger it is, the better off.
And We looked at him for a long time, and felt the coolness of the mountains, and said, “Beloved of the stars and the moon.” No one can hurt them, nor will they hurt you. I’m sorry.
The younger he turns his head and laughs at me: “You are like my people.” She likes to look at stars. I’m sorry.
He still suspects I deliberately approached him.
“No one likes watching stars. I’m clear.
He nodded his head and pulled his mouth off and said, “What do you want with me?” I’m sorry.
“Does it have to be something?” I ask.
“I am now alone, and I have just lost the throne of the Lord.” “The younger you look at me, the more you want me to die, and you don’t have to do it.” You just have to wait less than a month and I’m dead. I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“Don’t you want to sleep with me? The younger you are, the more you are, the more you laugh, the more you are, the more you are. Your face is too much like mine. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.
“…”
“What if it doesn’t? “The devil, I ask this.
Look at me like that.
I was seen on my cheeks a little warm, and I went back, and I stammered, and I said, “It’s not too early to sleep… sleep.” I’m sorry.
After that, get up and run and lie down in a safe place.
I haven’t heard a sound for a long time. It was only then that I opened my eyes that I saw the younger I could still sit at the edge of the cliff in silence and wonder what I was thinking.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Put on a book for the third day.
Twenty-eight days before the death of the young and vulnerable.
Nothing happened today.
In the morning, he ate the sauerkraut, at midday he went to the most famous restaurant in the area to get a pot of homemade plum, ordered rice-boiled ducks, smoked chicken belly and a few vegetables, and ate a full stomach full of them, and later in the afternoon he ate the road.
The night is still in the wilderness.
It’s, like, a headache.
“Can we find a hotel tomorrow? I’m sorry.
I still haven’t lived in a novel inn.
“Can’t. The younger you look at me, the younger you look at me, the younger you look at me, the younger you look at me, the younger you look at me. I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m not a child. I’m a hard-on.
The younger the fire ends, the more slowly the ashes on his hands, and the less he goes to the west, the more he sleeps in the back. I’m sorry.
“It’s too bad. I whispered.
The younger I looked at him, and said, “Your father has taken you well.” I’m sorry.
I can’t answer that. I’m gonna have to make a mess. Fortunately, he didn’t bother to ask.
I’m relieved.
Shut up.
“Do you know where we’re going next? The younger the question is:
“Silin City. I’m just saying.
Talk to me.
I don’t know.
Plum.
In the original text, it is written that the last enemy of the brothers and sisters of Viet Nam has been living in Silin for half of their lives. In the order of their revenge, this man was the target of the Zhang family.
But it’s not right to know!
The younger he laughed at me and said, “You know everything. I’m sorry.
I felt the back of my neck with my own heart, and I whispered, “It won’t hurt you anyway.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you, too. It’s a lot easier.
I have nothing to say but nod.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Put on a book on the fourth day.
Twenty-seven days before the death of the young and vulnerable.
One day on the road, it’s quiet and peaceful.
Book number five.
Twenty-six days before the death of the younger one.
It seems that a group of masked men have come at ease. The younger the better, I’ll do it all by myself.
It’s like a little sept.
Probably too much blood.
Put on a book for the sixth day.
Twenty-five days before the death of the younger and more toxic.
Eating a dinner.
Well, it wasn’t meant to be, but it was when I paid for it that I found out the bag was gone.
As a beautiful woman who has been baptized by modern civilization, I have persuaded the easier to do it, and I have taken him to an honest and honest examination of the hard work of a brush.
The younger I am, the younger I am, and I have to pretend I can’t see.
It’s been brushed till midnight, no way.
Put on a book on the seventh day.
Twenty-four days before the death of the venomous.
In the evening, we finally saw a big town.
I went to the streets to sell, and I earned 3 or 7 silver on his uncooperative face.
Then he went to the pharmacy to buy a side wound and spent three or two bucks.
“What are you buying this for?” I’m sorry.
I handed it to him, saying, “You were hurt yesterday. Handle it. I’m sorry.
“It’s just a small wound. “Take it back.” I’m sorry.
“Why do you have to return? It’s a small wound. I don’t understand.
“You don’t want to stay at the inn? In this town, six silver dollars can’t live in an inn. “The younger, the more impatient it is.”
I waved, and I didn’t care to say, “Look for a bridge in a minute. I’ve never lived in a bridge. I’m sorry.
The younger the more you look at me.
“There are no bridges.” I’m sorry.
The younger, the younger, the younger, the younger.
I’m busy keeping up.
Hey, the bridge hole didn’t live on. Found a small temple.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Book 15th day.
16 days before the death of the younger and more toxic.
In the course of his journey, he saved the drowning child.
Actually, I saved one by myself.
The two kids fell in the water one by one, and the other jumped in the water, and they didn’t get water.
No, the younger me and the younger I happen to have water.
One by one.
Not long ago, the parents of the child came in in such a hurry and forced us to give us a bag of the sun.
As a poor couple, I took it as my guest.
When you go back on the road, the younger you look at the bag and look at it as if it’s rare.
“How does it feel to save people? I asked him funny, “Isn’t it good?” I’m sorry.
The greener the mouth, the less invisible the lower the face, and then the smiled and said, “It’s better than killing.” I’m sorry.
I held my feet up and encouraged him to shoot on his shoulder.
The younger, the less comfortable, the more migraines, and the less able to hide.
The 16th day of the book.
There are 15 days before the death of the young and more toxic.
All day long, night and night.
The younger you lie and look at the stars.
I went down and I said, “Don’t you sleep?” I’m sorry.
It took me a lot of time to find out that he always sleeps late and wakes up before me.
The younger he didn’t look at me and looked at the dark side of the road: “One day less sleep.” He who dies will never sleep. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Book twenty-fifth day.
Six days before the death of the younger, the more toxic.
Yesterday we arrived in Silin City and agreed to spend the day in the city with the tails of our lives.
“What are we playing today? “I wear the usual mask and smile and ask.”
“I can’t play anymore. The younger you look at me, the younger you look at me.
I breathed and whispered, “Isn’t there six days left?” I’m sorry.
“It’s too late. The younger the smile, the more he smiled, and said, “My old man is here.” I’m sorry.
I blinked, and my eyes were faint.
It’s true, not six days.
“Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
When I was confused and asked, I felt a pain in the neck and fainted.
When you’re sober, there’s no sign of it.
I’m heavy. Knows that the younger are left alone to go to the enemy.
Fortunately, I remember his enemy being a local tea dealer.
It’s just late.
The battle has gone to the end.
The tea merchant, although he seemed to be a peaceful rich man all these years, secretly never failed to practice martial arts.
And he’s been ready to die since he heard the old days.
The younger you go, the more you get ambushed.
The master had stood idly by and watched as he was more likely to be seriously wounded, and the master of Lu’s family had taken over.
The younger the battle, the younger the less, the more dangerous.
Be careful, San! “The hostess is crying, no more whites, and he’ll beat the tea merchants with one hand and save them back to the open ground.”
The rest of the world was hit hard by the tea merchants, and the body was in place, with a lot of dew.
Brother and sister, can’t be seen as suffering.
And it’s cruel for a sister who does her best to protect another person.
The hostess had no idea.
She doesn’t know how it gets.
For her, the younger she was nothing more than a stranger to the Pope, nothing more than fear.
I couldn’t help thinking of it any longer.
Die or die.
The younger the voices turn around and see me in shock.
His face was covered in an abnormal red red, but he looked at it, and his face spread out, and the light of joy appeared in his eyes, as if a thousand words were gathered in his chest.
“You’re here.” I’m sorry.
I nodded and approached him step by step, and said, “I’m coming. I’m sorry.
He reached out to me and smiled, “It’s not too early or too late. I’m sorry.
I learned the way he looked in the past, and I gently put my hand in his hand, and I was on the way: “The body is perfect.” I’m sorry.
The younger the better, the better the laughing.
The first time I saw him smile like that.
It’s very acidic.
Then, after the laugh, the younger the cough came, and asked me, “What is your name?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Oh, my God.”
He waved his head against it.
I told you the truth: “I’m a long dream, a long way away…”
It’s just that I’m not finished, and I’m holding my hand and closing my eyes.
I looked down and knew that he would never wake up again.
But Silentville hasn’t been around.
We have six days.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Morning.
I pressed the alarm clock and touched the wet pillow.
All the experiences of these 20 days are still in my head, like being carved in hard bones.
Every scene is very reminiscent, very real.
Was it just a dream? I’ve been taking a breath, sorting out a complex feeling.
Get up and wash.
When I got to the company, I found a lot of people hanging around talking.
I was the first to say hello. I’m sorry.
“Dream, you have a handsome man across the street.” I’m sorry.
I stopped and I asked, “What handsome guy? The company hasn’t hired anyone lately, has it? I’m sorry.
“Not new. The receptionist explained, “It’s the head of the headquarters who came to work on a temporary basis and added a table to your face.” I’m sorry.
I’m nodding.
The front desk squeezed and looked at me and said, “You just got in this year, you don’t know, he’s the youngest and most powerful director of our group, and I hear he’s only 20 years old.”
I was laughingly waving to interrupt her.
The little girl’s nice, she’s too gossipy.
Shake your head to the office.
“Can you help with the coffee?” I’m sorry.
I’m stunned. I’ve never done this before.
“I’m in a hurry to get my coffee. I’m busy and thirsty. Can you help me? It’s no big deal. I’m sorry.
Well, for your good attitude, Grandma helped you this time, I picked up the cup.
“Thank you.” I’m sorry.
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry.
When he went to the tea room to flush back to the office, he took the cup and thanked him again.
“I’ll sit across from you for the next few days.” By the way, my name is Ying. What’s your name? I’m sorry.
I’ll stay where I am.
The younger?
“Hmm? “I didn’t reply, but the position came up with a little, uh, tails up, and a little doubt.
I went back to God and said, “My name is Jiang Yuma. I’m sorry.
The younger one stopped knocking on the keyboard, and turned his head for a moment, shaking his fist and asking, “What river? Which way?”
I looked at him, and I said, “The river has come a long way, and the dream is a dream.” I’m sorry.
The younger he smiled, his hands were raised and his hands were down, and then he pressed the table and stood up, without looking at me, and he said, “It was the dream. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
