My brother told me not to provoke.
But in my first year down the mountain, I blew his worms up.
When I was eating, I saw a young man dying of iron staring at me.
I’ll raise a toast to him.
“This little brother, why don’t you sit down and eat. I’m sorry.
Then he was chased 18,000 miles.
One.
Liangzi is big.
I tried so hard to get my ass kicked back to the mountain and I told my brother what happened.
She’s pouring wine, and she’s coming back with blood.
One of the buckets fell on the ground, and the crystal liquids dipped into the soil, and the scent burst, and I snorted.
He said:
“I shouldn’t have let you go. I’m sorry.
Don’t!
I’m holding up the bucket and shaking it.
A large bowl of ton of water was poured out, and that was when he sat down.
“How should I know that he raised the bugs, and that no one knows it.” I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed to complain.
Do you know who he is? I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong, man? I’m sorry.
I’m going to go back to the house for three days and three nights, and I’m going to slow down my nerves for so long:
“Sister-in-law’s right, Shigekoi-kun really don’t mess around, he’s so small, his heart is smaller than the tip of a needle. I’m sorry.
“He is the Young Lord of the All-boundary Gate. I’m sorry.
I’m not going to talk to you anymore.
“Ooh.”
The bowl in my hand fell on the stone table and made a sound.
“So I can get out of his hand, and I can’t prove that I can’t see through this. I’m sorry.
I looked at my brother, and I tried to smile and calm down, hoping to get some comfort from him.
But he laughed worse than me.
“Standing, not just the two of us. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I don’t understand what he means.
“If the Manchurian Gate hits one day, Master’s legacy will be broken. I’m sorry.
Me and him staring at each other.
“Grandma, please, get out of here! Can’t stay alive! I’m sorry.
“If not, Master Nine Springs won’t be able to see! I’m sorry.
I’m poking.
I didn’t know that on the first day of my escape, my timid brother would kick me out.
Nor is it his fault that he was kidnapped by a trafficker when he was a child and almost sold to the Chu Palace.
As a result, he was afraid of the outside world and was not allowed to leave.
As the old monk of the temple.
Now with me and the Lord’s beam, the survival of the mountains is in jeopardy.
It is very difficult for the disciples of the All-China Gate, which is the largest of its kind, to walk in the land with a strong heart, and to pay for it, and to intoxicate themselves.
Among them, the Young Lord of the All Frontiers is the leader of the younger generation of the gate, with great martial arts and great magic.
Ah, that can be good.
I have one more thing I can’t tell my brother.
I’m afraid he’ll faint.
I took his clothes off and kicked him into the river.
That was the second year I ran away after I ate the insects of the Emperor.
I ran into a tavern, and the wine from my boss’s wife was 10 miles away.
This is a great attraction for me.
If life is not accompanied by wine, death is no fear.
I’m sitting down by the window, the window Foreign Minister is running, the autumn is long.
There is no limit to the beauty, and there is no world to worry.
Just as I drank, across the table a man in black.
He’s wearing a mask, he’s pulling out, he’s got a wide shoulder.
A pleasure.
I looked at him right in the eye and looked up and down.
“The girl has seen enough? I’m sorry.
What a familiar voice.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a hammer.
Shh!
Shit!
Why are you here?
The wine woke up half of the time.
I don’t want to die here.
To live, I suddenly stood up and screamed.
The whole tavern is attracted to us.
I fell all over the sky and almost fell on the ground with him and the stool.
Suddenly, he didn’t hide.
My eyes are red, my complaints are loud, my tears are red:
“Your husband! I’m sorry.
As soon as he had a shock, he had to take something out of his shirt.
I was in a bad way, tearing up his front shoulder, falling down a small, scattered bottle and shouting:
“You’re a poor man, your new bride-in-law, and you’re out there with the foxy!
And I cried and pulled his clothes and hammered him with my fist, like a hysteric poor woman.
His forearm has been completely exposed to the air, and it’s not hard to kill him if I have a sword in my hand.
“You! I’m sorry.
Through the mask, I saw a little bit of confusion in his eyes, more of killing.
I’m not scared!
“I’d like to see what the fox from the south side has on you! I’m sorry.
My cry was ringing all over the bartender.
I threatened him, and if he kills me here, I promise to declare his identity before he breaks his breath.
It is not too good to have a reputation in the world, and it is a magic act for everyone if one of them kills openly outside.
“Yeah! Look at this. Look at this foxy mark! I’m sorry.
“Do you dare deny it? I’m sorry.
When he tried to kill me, I cut him in the chest, leaving only light red marks, which were indeed scratched by women’s fingernails.
I cried for my blood and suffered the wrath of God.
The way the drinkers look at him, they look at him, they look like shit.
He can’t bear to draw a sword and stab me.
I tried my best to grab his handle, his fingers were green and his face pale, which gave me ten percent of my inner strength.
“If you’re wrong! The concubine is useless! I’m sorry.
I laughed madly and my tears were wet.
“It’s better to die with justice!” I’m sorry.
I hit him out of the window with his speed and slapped him in the chest with a big hand.
I was about to fall into the water, and I borrowed from him, and luckily I was not bad at light work and flew back to shore.
And I kicked him into the river.
I ran for my life.
He left his face on the face of a drinker and his face on the water, the Lord of Manjiang.
Who told him to go after me for a bowl of bugs?
I can’t beat him, but I can’t escape.
When I was a kid, my master taught me that the most precious things in life were wine and life.
Both are false.
Then he drove the old man west.
Leave a herd of greed and fear of death.
Leave a gin-a-drink.
So for me, face is something.
Besides, he doesn’t know who I am.
Two.
My brother and I have only been able to sleep for three days and three nights.
Then he told me to fuck off.
Give me a dozen silvers before we go.
Well, he’s got a little conscience.
Where is the greatest heaven and earth farthest from the south?
The capital, of course!
I can’t stand it.
So I rushed to the capital.
It’s like a fugitive.
Fortunately, he didn’t meet the killer.
When I got to the capital, I found myself broke.
Twelve silver, nothing left.
It’s all for the wine.
In order not to starve to death, I stood in front of a winehouse and thought.
Actually, it’s because his wine was so good that I slobbered.
It’s called the Flying Fairy. It’s quite elegant.
There was a sign from Na-hyun at the door saying there was a shortage of cooks.
The treatment is excellent, the food is wrapped.
I tore the sign and went in to find the boss.
It’s a beautiful city, and it’s dry.
If it’s late, you can’t even eat shit.
It’s nothing.
But they’ll say that my master’s face is a disgrace.
I don’t know.
The boss saw me with a little girl, and she was so dirty, she looked so ugly and tried to kick me out.
Shit!
I put my sword around his neck.
The boss’s face changed immediately.
“The Woman! Forgive me! I’m sorry.
You’re my future.
After I re-emphasizing, the boss was suspicious and carefully asked:
“What kind of food does she do? I’m sorry.
That’s a lot.
“Damn bamboo worms, acne, spiders, acne…”
In the face of the boss, I said:
“That’s just my specialty, the rest, you can learn! I’m sorry.
That’s it. I’ve got ground in the capital.
There’s no need to go out in the back of a cook.
I don’t believe the gods can find me.
I don’t know.
It is my turn to rest this day, and We passed a pot of bamboo leaves and leaned on the second floor of the fence to listen to Master Shaw.
His story has always been novel, and the guests of the Flying Fairy House have been particularly impressed.
Every time he’s given a reward, he plays a good game for his own granddaughter.
“The worms of the moors, that’s too many.” I’m sorry.
“The diversity of the species is such that even the people of the world are afraid to assert that they know every worm…”
As soon as we speak of the Manchurian Gate, the whispers of the guests have grown.
Cut, what a relief.
I’m the one who survived their young master’s pursuit!
I’m amazing.
There was a great amount of enthusiasm, and Master Shaw waited for a while and said:
“The guests must also know that all those who practise the evil practice have an ingenuity and venom that is insufferable. I’m sorry.
“The snakes, the gold, and so forth, are well known to you, and this day you shall be told a strange insect.” I’m sorry.
“The nickname is marriage, which is based on the host ‘ s blood and is not toxic, but its effects are rare in the world. I’m sorry.
It’s funny. I don’t know if he has one.
He’s always wearing a mask, cold, tummy, tummy, twirling and killing.
“The marriage is similar to the common bamboo worm, and the twilight is white, with a hammer, but with nine red rings. I’m sorry.
Bamboos!
Bamboos!
The beetles are delicious, sweet and sweet, and they bite the steam.
I don’t know.
Wait!
The culprit who caused him to hunt me down was a bowl of fried bamboo worms, which appeared to have one with nine red rings.
I said this one’s so fat and smells so good.
I ate his marriage?
I’m stupid.
Master Shaw said:
“This marriage will not die until we find our master’s. I’m sorry.
“If he dies…”
I wrinkled my eyebrow and listened.
Say it! Say it!
Let’s see what happens. I’m sorry.
In a loud round of applause, Master Shaw stood up, and smiled and collected the money and left slowly.
Back there with the little granddaughter who was bouncing.
My conscience has suffered for a long time.
I’d rather tear down 10 temples than destroy a marriage.
I went back to the house with my soul in my hands.
The boss is afraid I’m in trouble. I’ve got a room.
Generally speaking, soundproofing is good.
But martial arts people, with incredible ears, are always forced to hear things that should not be heard.
Today, as I lay down and was ready to repent in my sleep until dawn, I heard the sound of a towed heavy object in the next room.
With my years of experience, they’re dragging people.
Also a man.
“This is good. Where did they find it? I’m sorry.
“Back by the road. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Most of them were drunk and passed out. Looks like he’s a big boy, and he’s got the best clothes. I’m sorry.
“How much can the south windhouse give us? I’m sorry.
“At least a thousand taels of gold. This is really good-looking. I’m sorry.
And We saw through the door a black sack, with a white hand, a bone, and bruises.
If I hadn’t listened to them, I would have thought they’d dragged a dead man.
“What the hell is this? Look at the eccentric. I’m sorry.
A metal thing hits the table, and I look at it.
It’s a mask.
That’s too familiar.
After all, he was wearing it to kill me 18,000 miles.
3
I’ve got a sword called the drunk.
And I’m a poor man.
How much can I buy?
If the Emperor is sold to the South Windshouse and Manjimon becomes a laughing stock, I’m afraid his father will go crazy in the capital on his tumbling.
His father’s name is Heaven, and he hears names.
What should we do?
I was staring at the mask in the house and frowned.
I am the enemy of the Emperor.
And I think I did make him suffer.
Do you want help?
What if he turns his face and bites me?
Although it may be because I saved him from the heat, he was grateful to me for the fact that the bugs were gone.
As for marriage…
We’ll talk later.
I thought I’d like to go, or do I feel guilty?
While my conscience is still beating, I await the time to sneak in quietly while the traffickers are tired at night and drag the aberrations out.
But the traffickers look at it as more than their pants, staring like copper bells and guarding it all night long.
The next day it was dark, and they pulled a truck and took the Emperor away like dead pork.
I don’t know what they drugged.
I picked up a sauce bag in the kitchen and slowly followed it.
The South Wind House is a place for the ladies of the capital, where all the women of all colours drink and talk.
As long as you have enough money, you can do whatever you want.
Too bad I don’t have the money. I never dare come in.
I was hiding under the roof and saw the trafficker carry him into the back yard of the south windhouse.
A young man in red came out of the house and the traffickers called him a second son.
Nice man.
There’s something in this south windhouse.
Only the white hands of the two men torn out the sacks and the face of the man showed up.
I look far away, and that little face is pale and fragile.
It’s beautiful. It’s good to be married to a husband.
I don’t think that’s a good idea.
He seems to have been shocked by the beauty of the courtesan, but without saying anything, he took out a box.
Boxes open, golden flash.
A thousand taels of gold.
The traffickers’ eyes are green.
Me too.
He was brought into a room that didn’t look so serious.
Red veil, gorgeous and tacky.
My cat’s out the window, and the smell that’s pouring out of the house makes me wonder.
The traffickers left in a hurry, and the two men sat by the window and looked right in the face of the master, and they were surprised.
I was thinking of how to keep him clean, and a little guy came knocking on the door and said:
“Mr. Big Boss is looking for you. I’m sorry.
He seems to have groaned with regret and got up and left.
And left only the heavenly officers cast on the couch without knowledge, and were bound to be firm, like a man who had been robbed by force.
Poor Young Man of the Bandar Gate.
I went into the house before anyone else did, and I opened a veil that was in the way of my hands, and I crouched around him.
It’s a good look, but it’s a shame to open your eyes and leave you alone.
I tried to give him a pulse, and I found that he had a pulse disorder, an internal force like a wild dog, and jumped on his body.
It’s as if he’s in danger.
I tried to infuse him with a little incisor, finely decorating the fragrance of the artery.
Huh?
I wonder whether, by reason of Our workings, We are not easy to fight with, the inner strength of his veins is a sign of good.
Although just a glass of water.
While I was searching for him, looking for the cause of the disorder, one hand came up.
Squeeze my wrist.
And in the middle of that, a black insect hit my face like lightning.
The wings are dark blue, hard and sharp.
I don’t know when I’m gonna take off the ropes tied to my wrist, open my eyes, and look me in the cold.
I don’t know.
I’m afraid of you.
I flipped my wrist and I grabbed him and threw him over the side.
Two inches of swords, white flash, black bugs cut in half.
The bodies fell on the floor, and the wood was corroded and the sound of the infection was heard.
I’m so sad.
I just want to be a good man!
With my strength, the Emperor rolled to the other side and pulled the rope from his body.
He’s still a little pale and still pale.
I don’t know. I thought it was a sick beauty.
I see Jum.
He has a bad eye.
Just a little more than before.
I’m here to save you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sorry.
I hold the sword, with my hands up and three steps back to show goodwill.
He was staring at me for a long time and he was skeptical.
“You…”
His voice was so dumb, he even scared me.
For two days, he was afraid he would drop the water.
The moment of silence, he went on to ask:
“…where is this?”
He looked around and wrinkled his head.
There’s tea on the table, but I guess he’s afraid to drink.
“The South Windhouse in Kyoto. I’m sorry.
Say, I picked up my kettle and threw it around him.
In his angry and vigilant eyes, he continued:
“The water here is not clean, I have wine? I’m sorry.
If you dare, you will never die.
I was just trying to make fun of him. I didn’t know he looked at me and actually opened up the pot plug, leaned back and drank all the wine in the pot.
My heart hurts.
Dude, this is expensive.
It was as if he had thrown the wine pot back, and he fell down by the pillars of the house, he was tired, he was facing his head, and he had a hair.
I can see that he’s lost, scared and even desperate.
I don’t care what I think.
I hesitated:
“My Lord, it’s been more than a year since your age, and for my sake, don’t forget your bowl of worms…”
Okay?
I’m tired of cutting your sword!
It was said that his eyes were complicated when he turned to me by the wrists of my life.
It’s been a long time.
“It doesn’t matter anymore…”
Huh?
I was just about to say something.
“And with all due respect, I have not been able to grasp the truth of the wonders of the mountains. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised!
How does he know?
He looked at me with a sword.
I left in a hurry, and I haven’t got the word “drink” on my sword.
The Emperor raised a leg, looked up, staring at my eyes.
“Yeah, girls. I’m sorry.
4
There are two swords in Zhoushan.
A long life.
A drunk.
Master has been dead for many years and the sword is still known.
It’s the sword, not me and my brother!
And…
“You’re mistaken. I’m sorry.
I look good, I say things.
It’s my show to open your eyes.
“This sword was found on my way. I’m sorry.
The gods are cold, no talking.
But his eyes tell me:
You’re lying.
Oh, shit.
“Oh, really, you believe me, I’m not a stand. I’m sorry.
“I’m Gang Yu, Gangyu!”
He grunted, and stood up slowly, and laughed:
“The Lord of the Swords of Long Life has never been as cautious as you have been, and has no courage.” I’m sorry.
What’s going on?
The reputation for fear of death has spread to South China!
Hey, go back and laugh at him, more disgraceful than who.
I was about to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Is the second son back?
We’re both shocked.
I was afraid he’d spit three litres of blood.
If you want to go, I’m afraid he’ll have trouble going through a window.
He’s frowning, gnawing his face and gnawing his teeth like he’s running away.
Jeez, save people to the end.
We could not have gathered the traces of the fighting in the house, and we went to him at a fast pace.
He wants to hide!
You’ve got no one else to save you!
And in the sight of his guard, We held his hand and carried it over his shoulder.
“Don’t move! Don’t blame me for falling and dying! I’m sorry.
While the door was squeaked, I rolled him out the window.
Step through the window and step on the tile for dozens.
Seeing more skinny people, it’s so heavy.
This is a place where my shoulders are so tight and so tight and sore.
He’s restless, breathing, breathing on my neck.
It’s a bit of a fragrance.
It’s embarrassing, though.
Once again, it was a few blocks away from the south windhouse.
An alley on the back was surrounded by low-sized houses.
Shit!
My pot! Forget it!
It’s God’s fault!
I looked at him with a grudge.
When the Lord fell down, he held his mouth tight, and was far from me, looking away.
Just don’t look at me.
I’ve dragged my hands to a dead end. I don’t know where to put them.
Like I molested him.
It’s not this time.
Shame on you.
I’m just curious to see no one coming.
“Who beat you up? So serious? I didn’t do it! I’m sorry.
He looks even worse. Turn around and leave.
I can feel his urge to suppress me.
Where are you going?
I stopped him from going.
Like a gangster who stops the road.
“You’re not going to see a doctor? If you ever faint again on the road, I won’t save you. I’m sorry.
“The next time it’s not the South Windhouse, you’ll be eaten alive. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid?”
I don’t know.
Enough of my chatter.
I can’t bear it. I can’t take it.
“What do you care?”
“Don’t pity me. I’m sorry.
Oh, I can’t believe I heard the element of gambling.
I can’t hear you.
“A misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
I looked at him sincerely.
“I don’t want to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Is it the insect I ate that’s called the in-laws? I’m sorry.
He’s holding up like he didn’t expect me to know.
“…”
The look is even more uncomfortable and the ears are red.
God, after all this time chasing me, the cold-hearted Young Man of Mangjima, you’re gonna get blushing.
There’s a different kind of human face between the hands and the feet.
It’s a rare sight to throw away this awkward situation.
I coughed.
“Shall I get you one? I’m sorry.
“…”
He said:
“Nothing…”
He coughed hard and his blood spilled from his mouth.
You look pale as paper.
It’s not sad.
I’ll get his hand.
He’s got a sense of subconscious, but finally he’s taking his life.
No resistance.
I squeezed his wrists to look for the source of the internal injuries along the path of the mess.
Temperature and strong breaths, such as fine currents, spread to him.
He’s shaking?
The king can’t stand, he leans towards me, his chest against my shoulder, his heart beats like a drum.
I look up and I see his red earlobes.
White neck.
Well, give him a hard time.
Lo! the heaven’s breath is running away, as though it were a fire, and there is no return.
In the long run, it’s been severe damage.
Soon.
But…
“You… where’s your life? I’m sorry.
I wrinkled my head, and I looked up to him.
Tanda’s core, empty.
As if something was missing.
I remember Master Shaw’s words:
“A man who practises poison has a life of his own…”
Staying in Danda, nourished with flesh and blood.
And the Lord hearth, and layeth down his eyelashes, and his pupils are black and clear.
I suddenly couldn’t look into his eyes.
An incredible idea came out of my mind.
I don’t know.
And he confirmed that.
He said:
“You ate it. I’m sorry.
5
I ate it.
The fat one, the white one with nine red rings.
I ate it.
The fragrance, the brilliance.
I can’t believe I’m the villain!
There is a man of conscience who jumps in his chest at this moment, accusing me of my crimes.
“What about you? I’m sorry.
Without it, it’s like a lack of arms and legs for a drug addict.
I’ll never hide if you let the bug bite me again.
I’ll write a suicide note and send him some good wine in my grave.
He grunted softly and threw my hand away and didn’t answer.
It doesn’t look like much of a vendetta.
It’s like gambling.
He went straight ahead.
I guess he doesn’t know where he’s going.
What can be done, just follow.
I’m afraid.
Who would have thought that eating a fried worm would almost take a human life.
However, for more than a year he was after me, it did not look like he had internal injuries.
The inner strength is steady, and it’s poisoned.
You’re chasing my ass.
How come it’s only a year later…
An outbreak?
“You’ll die without your life.”
I have no idea at this point why the famous Young Man of China is a harmless marriage between man and beast.
Or does he want to make a red light when he’s old?
Too bad I’ve lost my marriage.
“That’s not true…”
He didn’t look back. The pussy said:
“I’m dead and you’re not gonna live.” I’m sorry.
Ugh.
Although I do have the idea of giving thanks.
But not much.
I followed him, and he got a lot of focus and said:
“What about your situation? Where are you going? I’m sorry.
“…”
“Go back to South China and die.” I’m sorry.
You scared me again.
“You’re afraid you won’t get back to the South…”
I’ll go two steps and jump in front of him.
“Why don’t I escort you back? I’m sorry.
My eyes shine.
It seems like I can make it up to him right now.
“I know medicine, I can take care of you on the way. I’m sorry.
“It’s good to be light. If you meet your enemy, you can run away with you. I’m sorry.
It’s a pity that the legends of the laughter don’t seem to catch much.
He laughs, he moves around me.
I walked backwards and stood in front of him:
“If you’ve lost your life, or you’ve lost your power, I can.”
“To feed you!” I’m sorry.
Although I have no money.
As if he had been molested again.
Look at me angryly.
But he’s just got close to me, and he’s looking beyond my shoulder and he’s getting serious.
What did he see?
I don’t know why I turned around.
There fell a box with a lid on it, and it was luminous.
A few pieces of gold scattered outside.
What’s going on?
God wants me to raise him too?
By the side of the box, there were three waves of black and red shoes and shoes, seemingly human, and smoked.
There’s also red liquid underneath.
Don’t tell me this is the three traffickers?
I’ll see how it feels to have something to do with it.
So heartless.
I looked up and looked at him.
You didn’t do it, did you?
How can it be so terrifying that a living man can suddenly turn into a pus?
“Not me.”
He immediately denied, staring at the remaining blood, wrinkled his head, as if he was thinking of something.
He asked:
“Do you know there’s smoke? I’m sorry.
Isn’t that a poem?
I’ve heard about it.
Then the Lord said:
“This man, who comes from the southern border, is a man who has a good use of blood in his hands and who has died in his hands, and whose bodies have been turned into blood and smoke. I’m sorry.
“As he walks, he claims to be a warm smoke. I’m sorry.
“Is he in the capital?”
He frowned and looked at the three bodies, which were barely human, and had a few struts in their eyes.
“Can you beat him?”
I’m just asking.
A little curious.
The Lord of all the worlds, the Lord of all the worlds, the Lord of the South.
And there’s a man who doesn’t?
I suddenly saw the face of the handsome man at the South Windhouse.
Is that him?
He looked at me and grunted:
“I didn’t fear myself before I did…”
I politely shut up.
He took a branch and went down and looked at one of the bodies.
The branches began to smoke white next to the blood.
And I, too, picked one.
Start poking that box of gold.
If it wasn’t for the poison, I would have picked up a bite.
Huh?
It looks like there’s a layer underneath the box, and it’s dumped with a little white paper.
Like a letter?
I jab him and signal him to get it.
I don’t want to turn into blood.
He looked me in the face and said:
“It’s not a problem. I’m sorry.
“The warmth of the smoke is the most gruesome of the people around it…”
He said that he had torn the corner of his robe, wrapped it up, pulled the gold, and opened the box’s trap.
A real letter!
It is marked with a dark golden trail, and it seems to be fragrance.
No signature.
He was squeezing the envelope and he hesitated to open it.
“Why are the smokes in the capital?” Why did you kill these three men?”
I yelled twice.
It’s kind of hard to say:
“These three are supposed to be your traffickers. I’m sorry.
“…”
“and warm smoke, as if it were the owner of the south windhouse. I’m sorry.
“Your buyer. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure. The face is black.
He tightened the envelope.
Relaxed and tight.
For a long time, he hated it and said to me:
“The smoke is warm and good.” I’m sorry.
And of them is one who knows his own soul, and whose name is far greater. I’m sorry.
“The two are inseparable and difficult. I’m sorry.
I’m thinking.
If he’s the second son of the south windhouse, he’s probably the big boss.
It is true that the capital is the hide-and-seek land, with two masters sitting in the town, even a small south windhouse.
I’m impressed.
And then it turns out I’m not serious.
I didn’t even think about it. Ask him:
“Is this red-faced confidant… I’m sorry.
He stayed for a moment and asked:
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
Six.
I don’t know.
You have to reflect on why you don’t know.
“…”
I’m holding my mouth and I’m laughing with my face.
I don’t know why.
He’s not here.
I watched his white neck creep into pink.
Then the earlobes.
The face of a sick person is now filled with bitter anger.
Hissing, delicious.
“You…”
I’m not ashamed.
It’s not a day or two.
Someone I’ve ever nicked should have known.
“Hey, open it and look at it. I’m sorry.
We waved the handle of the sword and pointed to the letter in his hand.
It’s time to change the subject so that he can’t keep up with anything like blood.
He looked at me, he looked up, he grunted, he ripped the envelope.
I’ll come over and look. The chin’s coming to his left shoulder.
“Don’t get so close to me. I’m sorry.
He moved half a step to the side.
“I can’t see. I’m sorry.
I’ve moved a little bit, and I’m still holding my hand.
He took a breath and squeezed his fist.
I don’t have the right to look at the contents of that paper.
Pity.
I don’t get it.
It’s not a lot of words, but it’s like a bug. It’s weird.
No sense.
And I turned back, and I almost stepped on the blood, and I moved my sight from paper to the face of an officer.
He studied carefully, and his eyebrow wrinkled seriously.
And when you read it back, it’s a steady color that starts to bite.
Yo, that’s understandable.
Okay.
“Why not? I’m sorry.
He saw me back off, and he didn’t have a good face.
“I can’t read. I’m sorry.
It’d be great if she was here.
Let me study all kinds of books and words that kill me.
No talent.
“What does it say? Tell me. I’m sorry.
I jumped, and I came over and looked at the insect text.
He picks up his eyebrow, as if he was surprised, and says:
“It’s rare, and you don’t. I’m sorry.
What?
And I’m not.
“Don’t think I’ll tell you. I’m sorry.
He lifted the paper in his hand, crawled out of his sleeve and bit the paper.
The whole piece of paper was lit up and suddenly turned into ashes.
He’s so grumpy.
Oh, shit.
“I beg you, don’t you tell me? I’m sorry.
The review of the situation is a necessary exercise.
“The Grand Master”?
“Big Brother.”
I pulled his sleeve and shook his feet.
He’s got goose bumps.
“Please, please. I’m sorry.
I look low.
I was whispering.
What a lovely little girl. How can a man with a heart of stone refuse to accept?
He was stinged by bees and threw away my hand.
“Dreaming. I’m sorry.
Good boy.
A toast without a fine.
“Will you say it or not?”
I’ll give you a hand.
I went straight up front and locked my throat.
The elbows were stuck around his neck and leaned back.
If you don’t tell me, I’ll take him back to the south windhouse!
I’ll take the case!
He’s unconscious enough to give me an elbow.
Knees and kicks and trips me.
Huh? Power has recovered.
Is he so capable of healing himself?
I can’t believe it. I had to die.
I avoided his legs and jumped against his elbow.
“Don’t pull shit in public! I’m sorry.
He can’t beat me at this moment, and he can’t break his arm.
I’m suffocating.
I’m excited.
His eye knife can put me right.
The eyes are all over me:
Shameless.
Take advantage of the danger.
That’s true.
That’s what I am.
I laughed around his neck and threatened him:
“Will you say it or not?”
He was forced to stand on his head in my arms, shivering with his eyelashes, twitching with his cheeks, and finally, undesiredly compromise:
Say, “Let go of me first!”
I don’t know.
When I was wearing a whip, wearing a cappella, sitting in front of the wagon, I was a little rusty.
A few days ago, I was a late cook at the Flying Fairy in the capital.
I can’t find him.
How could We have known a few days later that We had taken up his driver and escorted him back to the Manjid Gate.
Master is right. Destiny is the lame turn of sugar, always pointing to the wrong side.
You think it’s a dragon, and it turns out to be a worm.
So why am I so talented?
You’ll eat the king’s life!
Shit.
As for the letter, it was a warm smoke.
And it’s written to the Emperor.
At the beginning of the letter, the two of you said hello to the master of the Manji Gate.
His father’s acquaintance?
I was surprised. The same officer said:
“Then he saved your life. I’m sorry.
The point is, a box of gold was left.
So rich and thick.
“No one says this gold is for me! I’m sorry.
“So you return it?”
“…”
Who the hell are you, rich boy?
And I’m poor and lonely.
“You really don’t want this money?”
“Don’t. I’m sorry.
He’s got an answer.
“You don’t give it back, you don’t take it, you throw it away? I’m sorry.
I’ll give you a box of gold for at least ten years.
He hesitated for a while and said:
“You keep it. I’m sorry.
Huh?
I looked up:
“I really want to raise you!”
7
Unfortunately, it’s no surprise that the Lord has spoken to me.
He said in his face:
“Appoint you to escort me back to the Manchurian Gate, will you? I’m sorry.
He pointed to that box of shining gold lanes:
“This is honorarium. I’m sorry.
A flower for Buddha?
Nice try.
But why did you give it to me?
I don’t know.
Looks like I’m confused.
He said:
“My father had invited warm smoke into the land.” I’m sorry.
“But he declined on the grounds that his nature was scattered. I’m sorry.
“We are not in this house, but we respect my father. I’m sorry.
“As I was sent to the south windhouse, he found you around, and he didn’t come after you.” I’m sorry.
That’s why I ran so far behind his back!
“But how did he know I was here to save you? I’m sorry.
“Not to kill you? I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
In these years, some of the men knew that Young Man of Manjiang was after a woman.
Life and death.
He smiled:
“He found my life in trouble. I’m sorry.
Can you tell?
“And the problem is with you. I’m sorry.
He’s quiet, but he’s got me in a hot spot.
Suffering.
“How can this be seen? I’m sorry.
I’m confused.
“It is not hard to guess what happened when I found myself in Tanta. I’m sorry.
I’m not very friendly.
I’m ashamed to ask:
“So, what happens to you when you lose your life?” I’m sorry.
“No, no. I’m sorry.
And his eyes are cool:
“If there is no exception, there will be a total loss of internal capacity and a complete destruction of the system. I’m sorry.
It’s so serious!
Then why is it an exception?
“It’s too bad… marriage is marriage.” I’m sorry.
Bullshit.
As for the details, he was reluctant to say more.
But with my knowledge of the drug, I can guess it’s not too bad.
In general, a man who practises witchcraft has an inner strength linked to his or her own destiny, and all kinds of magic rely on his or her own.
The greater the virulence, the greater the strength, the benefit of the charlatan.
But it also creates a deadly dependency.
Once their lives have been damaged or even killed, the magicians have been repulsed, their power has been reduced significantly and their lives have been destroyed.
And the gods, who are innocent, will not be his constraint.
At least marriage is not toxic.
Otherwise I’m not gonna be alive for a year or two.
It has to be said that, without the strength of his or her will, he or she can become a young man.
There’s still some talent.
It’s just, why does he have a pulse?
Why is the smoke warm from me?
“What else did he say in his letter? I’m sorry.
He said:
“He asked me how my marriage died. I’m sorry.
“…”
How can you die.
I fried it.
Oh, right.
The former teacher, Xiao, said that marriage would not die until he met the host.
If I die…
So I asked the Lord my doubts:
“What happens when marriage dies? I’m sorry.
The sky’s eyes were shining, as if I was being questioned.
There’s nothing to be confused about.
I’ve never practiced sorcery. I don’t understand.
But the Emperor is skeptical about us:
It’s no big deal…
Yeah?
“But I’ve heard that the marriage will not die until we find the host.” I’m sorry.
So…
And?
And suddenly a light came from the sky to the bottom, and I was like a fool, and I came in late.
♪ In my heart ♪
I heard the king grinding his teeth. He was a little embarrassed.
“It was an accident!
“Yes! Yes! I’m sorry.
Don’t get excited.
“So what’s going on with your veins?”
I’m pulling this off again.
We don’t want to be in some awkward situation.
“…”
“Don’t bother!”
All right, I’m messing with the young master again.
I don’t know.
I haven’t looked into the whole text of the letter.
And We asked the Lord to follow him, and his mouth was stronger than his shell, and he let me sharpen it hard and hard, and it was not said.
No way.
The matter will be taken up later.
But for thousands of gold, I took over the business.
Change the gold into a silver round, and return to the mountains will drive the eyes crazy.
Ha ha, wonderful.
I bought a carriage, I was a driver, and I was going to escort him back to the Manji Gate.
I don’t know.
But the money isn’t that good. It’s a long way to go from the capital.
Never even.
One person is fine, riding alone and hiding.
That’s a big car. I have to take care of the one who’s hurt.
But I wonder if I’m delusional, on the way, and the aberration, and the color, and the sense of weakness.
He sits in the car, and across the doorboard I can feel his inner strength, cycling through the Sundays, and there is no coagulation.
Where’d you get that?
I asked through the curtain:
“Why do you feel like you’re back on your feet, like you’re sick? I’m sorry.
“Do I need to protect you? I’m sorry.
It’s been a while.
When I thought he wouldn’t respond, he said:
“Your illusion. I’m sorry.
I have a good hunch!
“Put your hand out and let me see if it’s all right. I’m sorry.
“I’ll run away with the money without being ill. I’m sorry.
I took the grass, I laughed at the door, and I watched the wilderness through my eyes.
The sky is high and the sun is far away.
“You try?”
The king waved the curtains and hammered the doorboard.
I thought he was going to smite me. How could I know he had reached out with a hand?
Hands up, door to me.
Fingers are long, fingers are slightly bent, bones are clear.
The wrists intersect with a clear blue vein.
“What? I’m sorry.
My turn to surprise.
That’s how it works?
“See if I’m not sick. I’m sorry.
And by the curtains, his voice was not very clear, but I heard a bit of lazyness.
I changed my hand to hold the rope, and my right hand gently put it on his wrist.
Touch the cold.
He seems to have shrunk his finger, but he’s not moving, and I’m at my mercy.
It is indeed strange that at this point he has no sign of a condensed internal injury.
Then he went to Danda, and everything was the same, except what was left of his life.
So why?
Without it, he is not affected.
“You’re not sick. I’m sorry.
I swayed with his wrist and said:
“If you want to cut me now, I’ll have to run. I’m sorry.
He grunts:
“I have not yet fully established the cause of the vicissitudes, but I wonder if tomorrow will come to the same level as the day before. I’m sorry.
Not yet?
So that’s part of it?
“In the end, the problem is still…”
“In you. I’m sorry.
As soon as he twisted his wrists, he broke my claws and put it aside.
But I’m not thinking.
“I look like a doctor in the palace. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Through the curtains, give your mother a safe life. I’m sorry.
“The Queen’s Queen is safe.”
The Queen’s wife couldn’t bear it, but she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled in.
It’s over. It’s getting hammered.
I’m not stable, I’m dragged in, and I fall on the king.
The heavy weight of the wooden car makes a big noise.
The horse almost flipped.
Smash him hard.
All of a sudden, it’s quiet, and it’s just us.
He’s got a big mouth, and his eyes hate him.
“Why not the Emperor?”
8
I’ve had a lot of trouble talking about it.
But I don’t change.
“Good for you, King of 95, disrespectful, but beheaded. I’m sorry.
And We fell upon him, and his elbows were on his chest, and he was hard, and he was on his feet.
He was under a pavilion, and I stacked him in this closed car.
It’s a little hot, but it’s a little inappropriate.
But it’s not like I’m shy.
“You get up. I’m sorry.
The good-looking face of the Lord is reded out of anger at the moment, and his lips are closed, his lips are white and his lips are beautiful.
“I don’t. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and I stuck my finger on his chin.
“You’re the one who dragged me, and now you get me up again. I’m sorry.
“Do you know what God is like?” I’m sorry.
But I seem to have forgotten that he’s recovering at the moment.
So when I was thrown to the ground, my head was buzzing.
You’re such a big boy.
It’s my turn to be under him.
The mattress is thin and the hardwood is hurting my back.
He’s had his crown twisted by me, and a few of his hair fell down and washed it in my face.
Like a cat scratching.
It smells good.
The atmosphere is a little ludicrous.
“Looks like you’ve really recovered. I’m sorry.
I want to take back the hand that he had on the mat, and I don’t touch it.
And in his dark pupils was a little anger, and he was not comfortable with it, and there was nothing left to do.
In this case, whoever is thin loses.
So I poured oil on the fire.
“Did you think about your marriage as a child? I’m sorry.
“…”
“What kind of girl do you like?”
“…can you shut up? I’m sorry.
“Then let go of me first. I’m sorry.
He pinched my wrist.
And then he scolded me in the throat and said, “I can’t hear you.”
How rude!
“Get out of the car! Leave me alone!”
Too bad. Too bad.
I’m laughing, and I’m walking back and forth with the curtains.
He fell from the inside, and I couldn’t get my head off, and I got caught in the door.
Hiss…
The young master is too temperamental.
I didn’t realize it was me.
I can’t help it. There’s something wrong with your head.
She was deeply touched.
God knows I’m gonna die talking to you, and I don’t care.
I’m bored with ropes and sights on the roadside.
That’s a good horse.
Value.
I don’t know.
Halfway through.
It’s gonna be too late to go to a place where there’s no shop behind the village.
And at midnight he shall rest in the forest.
The horse is tied to a tree and the car is parked in the hide.
There was a bonfire next to it, with rabbits on it.
We’re waiting for the rabbits to grow up. It’s very peaceful.
It’s getting cold. It’s almost mid-fall.
It’s a little cold at night, and I’ve had a sip.
Flames and good brews spread the cold.
I didn’t mean to say it first.
He said:
“It’s true that the fairies have a unique vision and have a great student. I’m sorry.
I don’t know whether he’s bragging or hurting.
“How can I explain that?”
He whispered:
“I’ve never seen anyone like you. I’m sorry.
“It’s very special. I’m sorry.
How special?
You just want to play?
He’s on the side of the fire and he’s kind of gentle.
Poking wood, I said:
“I am a great man. I’m sorry.
“Although he’s a great old man. I’m sorry.
He’s been in trouble for years.
“…”
I’m swaying the bottle, and I’m still half the voice, and I hesitate to say:
“I found it with my master. I’m sorry.
He sat by me quietly and looked at me unexpectedly, without talking.
I don’t know.
The master had wandered all over the country and happened to meet a village that was being slaughtered by bandits.
The butchers scratched their food and property, and their feet were covered in blood and flesh.
I was less than ten years old and lost my grip in the blood of the dead.
The family died, playing side by side.
Of course it’s useless.
I took the kitchen knife from my family and cut him in the back of his neck while the thief went through my rice tank.
Blade’s turned.
Half my neck was cut. That blood was all over my face.
The man’s not dead.
I can’t believe my eyes are staring at me.
I pulled out a rusty axe out of his hand and cut a few times over his head.
There’s still no wood to chop.
It was the only thought in my mind.
At this moment I hear an old voice:
“The little girl’s killing so hard. I’m sorry.
I looked back in my head and saw an old man with white hair.
He had two swords on his back and a beers on his waist.
It’s dreary.
Doesn’t look like a good guy either.
But he drew a sword and killed all the bandits between his breath.
No hesitation, no wink.
I followed him, one step at a time, several times tripped the body.
The old man smiled at me, rubbing his blood-stained sword on his shirt and returning it to his cheeks, and he was very indifferent.
“What are you doing with me, little girl? I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, and I wanted to say thank you for saving my life and ask the people to accept me as a slave.
But it just came out.
“I like the name of your sword. I’m sorry.
On the bloody handle of the sword, two words are inscribed:
Drunk.
The old man laughed three times and asked:
“And your name? I’m sorry.
And I whispered, “Standing up.” I’m sorry.
He was so curious, he grabbed his beard and looked at me:
“What a fate! What a fate!”
I didn’t understand what he meant, but he didn’t explain much.
He was so hasty I went back to the hill.
There’s a young boy in the mountains, called Gangyu.
Is that fate?
I’m covered in blood and faceless, and it’s hard to get along.
She was also young, and she saw me in a dirty, bloody state, screaming, hiding behind her master, with her eyes like a scared rabbit.
I stood on the side of it cold, and I broke my face and thought he was so childish.
Master, I’m in front of you.
“Say hello to your sister. I’m sorry.
The little brats are born asking for my name.
I said my name’s Shao Tai.
He shouted and cried red:
“Why do you call me by my name? I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I didn’t read. Why do I have to name you?
I don’t know.
Anyway, I’m staying at the wrong mountain.
One old, two small in the mountains.
When I was a kid, I had a bad face, and everyone owed me money.
Master sighs and says:
“The little table is so cute, so much laughter. I’m sorry.
But I don’t have much to be happy about.
Are you going to press the jade on the ground?
Ten and a half days to finish a book?
Did you find the good wine that Master buried behind the mountain?
I asked Master.
Master is silent.
“Yes! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Speaking of which, the Lord said with some surprise:
“I can’t tell you’re not quite as close as you were when you were a kid. I’m sorry.
I tore up the rabbit and asked:
“Is that better or worse? I’m sorry.
His eyes were dark in the flames, humming:
“Who knows. I’m sorry.
In my laughter, he gnawed a rabbit leg.
I go on:
“Then I read and read, and I knew the origin of my name. I’m sorry.
“That’s really fate. I’m sorry.
And We asked Master whether what he pursued would help each other in the way.
It’s nothing but a sword.
Master held his drink, drunk:
“No, I’m not a saint. I’m sorry.
“All I ask is to kill a man in ten steps, and not to stay.” I’m sorry.
Swordsman, evil also.
Speak up, I’ll turn around and look at him.
I didn’t expect him to look at the wine in my hand.
And when I thought he was going to say something profound, he lifted up his own pot, and he turned to me in deep respect.
“What? I’m sorry.
I’m holding my chin. I can’t help looking at him.
He didn’t talk.
Drink yourself.
The wine was a little strong, and his eyes were lost, and the water was damp and damp on his lips.
Bright and bright.
I looked at his side, and I felt a bit confused.
It’s nightly.
I’m suffocating. I have a headache.
I suddenly remembered that today in the car, the head was caught in the door.
9
The way back, peace.
I didn’t talk much to him.
It’s strange that you don’t bother me.
And he’s hiding from me.
Every time I look at him, he pretends to look elsewhere.
What’s going on, sir?
Who’s the big girl?
But we’re almost there.
I breathed.
The task is nearing completion, and I hope that everything will go well.
Then I can run with the silver ticket.
But I found out that money wasn’t that good.
We met a band of bandits.
Ten people.
I don’t know.
The level is not high, but the ability to hide is good.
So when the arrows of the dark blue light came through the sky, they were stuck on the plate.
I could have pulled out my sword.
And when the Lord came out of his door, the tail of the poison arrow was still shaking.
It’s hard to protect.
There’s a noise coming back.
I’ve got a bottle of wine to throw at.
And the pot of pottery shall be broken with arrows and split in pieces.
A time of wine all over the place.
Fuck you.
It’s worth 10 taels of silver.
I’m angry too.
The horses were horrified, and they ran.
He pulled a knife out of his waist, he stabilized, he stepped on the plate.
A few masked men ran out of the bushes and pointed a hard crossbow at us.
You’re really stealing money without killing a horse?
He threw a few insects out of his sleeve while the thief approached.
Deep blue wings, poisoned.
The insect flashes the enemy, screaming, and the three fell.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry.
My sword pierced a man’s heart and filled it with real gas, and he broke into pieces.
A man’s neck was cut back.
Five or six poison arrows came at me from different directions.
“Nothing. I’m sorry.
He used his short knife so badly, he was so dazzled, he harvested a few more living people at once.
I laugh:
“Your home is a different hospitality. I’m sorry.
An arrow came from behind him and hit him in the back.
I was going to shoot down the arrow. I didn’t know there was a dark flash.
I can only cut off that arrow.
Who will know that a stained powder is shivering.
Slap me in the face.
Smells good?
How does it smell like mushrooms?
This isn’t the South Dynasty. Don’t tell me it’s poison mushrooms.
With my previous strength, my ego is not afraid, and the internal force is revolving for weeks.
But what’s going on?
The colours began to look like a roll, red and green.
I’m wrinkled and dizzy.
And I am not a half-dead body that smokes a little poison.
What’s going on?
He saw me, he ripped me apart, he escaped, he asked:
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
Help.
Why is the king in front of him wearing red ropes, chained in his wrists and blindfolded in black?
The point is!
Clothes and crap!
The white skin is all stained red and purple.
I was staring at him.
“What are you looking at?”
The Lord cried out in a hurry.
I don’t know what I’m looking at.
There are thieves all around.
Red, black, yellow, blue…
My eyes are blurry and my feet are on the ground.
Great.
I’ve been knocked down by poison mushrooms.
Not even the strength to hold it up.
Money is hard to earn.
He seems to be killing a lot.
But who tied him up with a red rope? That’s nice!
Then, the mushrooms, one by one, screamed.
Then the heavens and the earth will return to silence, and the horses will wave their hoofs unsustainably.
As if I had been turned back and had a wide and firm back.
I’ve heard a lot of breathing, and I’ve got an urgent heartbeat.
I held him in his neck, and I was so nervous, I said:
“You’re walking, I’m spilling. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I woke up again and found myself in bed.
It’s quite sarcastic. It’s covered in wood. It doesn’t look like Nakahara.
Well, I don’t feel like a bucket anymore.
But I’m so hot and my limbs are burning like burning oil.
And it feels so weak.
It’s a little untreated.
I’ve grown up, I’ve poisoned mushrooms.
A little while ago, a little girl with round eyes, with his hands in a wooden tub, looked like hot water.
When I woke up, she ran out and yelled:
Young master, the young lady is awake! I’m sorry.
I was stupid on the spot.
“What are you yelling at? I’m sorry.
It’s the voice of an officer.
He stopped drinking like a cat on his tail.
So when he stepped into the house, he felt so low.
I barely sat up and found it disappointing that the Emperor was dressed in black and not tied to red rope.
Sorry.
“Are you okay?”
He asked.
“No good. I’m sorry.
I said.
“Say yes first, I won’t pay back! I’m sorry.
Instead of escorting him home in peace, I was carried back to the Manji Gate.
“When is this? I’m sorry.
He looks a little angry.
I smiled and asked:
“How does it feel so poison? I’m sorry.
“I feel like I can’t feel better. I’m sorry.
I’m all bluffing, like a creamed eggplant.
He was silent and said:
“The doctor says he can’t save the poison. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“The intoxicated ones are burning, getting weaker and bleeding to death…”
Scare who.
I said:
“That’s right. Revenge for your marriage. If you don’t do it, I’ll be able to do it myself. I’m sorry.
He squeezed his fist and was angry and said:
“No lies. I’m sorry.
Ooh.
I’m really dying.
So I was like, “I’m like,
“Then I had a wish before I died…”
“Can I touch your face?”
That face really looks good, but it’s not funny. It’s usually cold.
But when you’re angry, or when you smile, it’s really something.
“…you shut up. I’m sorry.
He was angry at my nonsense and angry:
“You dare to try? I’m sorry.
Then sat by my bed.
He said I’d die. He wouldn’t let me die. What the hell is he doing?
He took a sharp knife out of his sleeve.
I was wondering if he was gonna give me a good time.
Only when he did not hesitate to slit his wrist.
10
Blood drops, ticks.
Afraid it’s not crazy.
In my shocking eyes, he clogged my lips with a wound on his wrist.
Blood is hot and salty.
His eyebrows are about to be painful.
His voice trembled and said:
“Only my blood can save you. I’m sorry.
I barely blinked and couldn’t talk.
As soon as I swallowed his blood, it was like melted iron, burning my throat and my heart.
I haven’t seen anything before?
I really haven’t seen this before.
In the heat and the infested pain.
I passed out again.
I don’t know.
When I woke up again, in that room.
The fever’s gone.
Apart from being a little more tired than before, there is no sense of suffering from poisoning.
There’s blood in the mouth.
I’m staring at the roof.
Only his blood can save me?
Why?
Why did he cut his wrist so unhesitating?
I was shocked.
The little girl with the round eyes came back. She saw me, put down the medicine in her hand, ran out and cried:
Young master! Young master! Young man…”
Shut up!
Or the voice of an officer.
Funny little girl.
And the Lord pushed in, and I sat by the bed, and I sat.
His left wrist was covered with gauze, some of which sat behind his back and sat at the table.
We were staring at each other.
How many days did I sleep?
I asked him.
Three days. I’m sorry.
I’m sure the little girl named Tooth is looking after me these days.
We’re silent again.
So I hesitated to ask:
“Your blood…”
He looked at his wrist and said:
“I’m just trying, I didn’t think it would work. I’m sorry.
“…”
Okay, that was reckless.
“Why don’t you sell your blood for money? I’m sorry.
The Emperor must kneel down and beg him for blood.
“The useless” is the end of the conversation.
“It should only work for you. I’m sorry.
He put the bowl on the table in front of me and said:
“You have to drink your medicine, don’t feed it. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard it. It’s painful.
But I looked at him in the dark, and I asked:
“Why?”
Why is it only for me?
He looked me in the eye and he shivered a few times, as if he had a heart, and said:
‘Cause, you’re my destiny. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
♪ I can’t ♪
Silence is not enough to explain the atmosphere at this time.
I drank like a puppet and I had pain.
Half because of the medicine.
This seems to explain why it was nothing like losing my life when he was after me.
He’s so close, he’s gonna bite me.
It’s only a few miles between us.
And when I fled back to the mountains, I was far from him.
And it was only then that he found that he was turned back and turned back.
And then I met him in the capital, and his life was with him.
His internal injuries are getting better?
I’m incredible.
How can you do that?
It really opened my eyes.
“…so you can’t stay away from me? I’m sorry.
He’s um, he doesn’t look at me, he’s staring elsewhere.
Just as I was going to ask, the little girl called Toothy cried out at the door with a cute little voice:
Young master! Young master! Master, please go meet the Qin girl. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised next time.
Jesus Christ.
His dad’s here.
His father is here.
I don’t know.
And when I have packed up and went down to the Lord of the All-boundary, my heart will be overwhelmed with fear.
I almost killed his son…
Don’t leave me to feed the stork!
Surely this place is in the depths of all borders, and the gardens are turned upside down, and the plants of every colour are rich, and they do not know how many insects are hidden in the earth.
There is an eight-point pavilion in the garden, where there is a middle-aged man of the gods.
He and his father are just a mirage.
But his father’s laughing, not cold at all.
Lord Manjiang saw me and waved with pleasure, saying:
“Thai Xiaotai, with a great legacy. I’m sorry.
Is that a compliment or a disservice?
I said hi to my head.
After the chills.
He smiled and asked me:
“What do you think of the dogs? I’m sorry.
How do I get back?
I’m afraid to say anything.
I wonder he didn’t ask questions!
And he said:
“I know what is in my mind.”
I’m freezing straight up.
“But you don’t have to be burdened. I’m sorry.
“By good and evil, he was struck with a cause and a consequence. I’m sorry.
“I am free to come and go when my body recovers. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry about the hysteria. If he loses all his power, he can’t get far. I’m sorry.
Look what you said. Are you really your son?
I’m sorry.
I’m afraid of all the laughing people.
It’s not nice. It’s monsters.
I went back to the yard before.
The Dragons are gone these days.
Tooth-toothed girls are giving me pills and food every day.
I asked him where the young master went.
He blinked and said the young lord was shy.
…All right.
I was thinking about two days’ rest, and then I got back to my mind and I asked him what to do.
I don’t know.
A few days later, it was mid-fall and the moon was high.
I put a bottle of wine in my teeth and sat on the roof and watched the moon.
I didn’t think he was gone for days.
He jumped on my side and looked at the wine in my hand, and he stopped.
“You don’t eat with your father. It’s Mid-Autumn. I’m sorry.
He said:
“Just saw it. I’m sorry.
And then he said:
“You’re good, don’t drink. I’m sorry.
And We looked at him with our chin, and the moon was clear and soft, and it was tender on his face.
I threw him the wine and said:
“Then drink for me. In the mountains, in the mid-fall and fall nights, I drink with the jade.” I’m sorry.
He picks up a bottle of wine, grunts, sips.
He’s kind of upset about it.
I’d love to laugh.
Destiny, I’ve become the master of fate.
I shake my head and sighs.
“If you really killed me, then are you really done? I’m sorry.
He drank a little bit, and his face was red.
He stares at the moon, and he says:
“You’re well enough to leave, I’m not that kind of person. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a little bit of a problem with him.
“What kind of person? Lock me in your house? Tie me up with a rope?”
He’s staring at me.
The eyes are shining, beautiful.
“Oh, you thought you could stop me. I’m sorry.
I took the kettle in his hand and poured it myself.
Hot in the throat.
And I said:
“I have nothing to pursue, but love the clouds, and a sword and a drink. I’m sorry.
Like Master, be alone.
The temple is high and far away.
I looked up in cold eyes and said:
“I certainly don’t paint for guilt. I’m sorry.
At most, allow you to follow me.
He said, “I don’t think so. I’m sorry.
A moment later, the Emperor whispered:
“My father says there’s a way to find a new marriage…
Feed me with my blood, feed me in the body, make an alternative. I’m sorry.
Is that all?
I’m looking at it.
“Didn’t you find a solution? I’m sorry.
The Lord shakes his head:
“The new marriage will die when it comes to it. I’m sorry.
“The cycle goes back, it’s trouble. I’m sorry.
I could not help myself with the hands of a bottle:
“It’s a working method. I’m sorry.
I’m dry.
He looked at me:
“How can I make a fool out of marriage without my consent?” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, I’ve provoked half the eyebrows.
“You’re still a gentleman. I’m sorry.
He hums:
“When I’m like a little man. I’m sorry.
The evening is quiet.
I asked:
“Are you sure you don’t want to have another marriage? I’m sorry.
“Don’t want to. I’m sorry.
I looked at his elastic side of the face and suddenly had a bit of joy and said:
“You know why I don’t know. I’m sorry.
He did.
Without a positive answer, look to my side, and look and think.
I remember seeing him for the first time.
Like a world away.
In this is the fate of the world, of the good, of the iniquities, and some of the things that have passed away, and some of the things that have lingered.
I don’t know.
I’m going to leave that day with my teeth in my face, and I’m going to bite my fingertips and say:
“The young lady is running away… the young lady is running away…”
I touched her head and laughed out the door.
Turn up the horse and the king looks up at me.
I said, “I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to cut me off. I’m sorry.
He hums, and he’s still the one who pulls.
“I’m really leaving!”
And We smiled at him with Our eyes, and We waved the whips of the horse, and rose in the whirling of the horse.
Shortly after, I heard the sound of the horse hoof coming from behind.
The heavens and the earth are wide and the way is clear.
Even if it’s so big, it’s so fast!
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Eleven times.
I was sick from childhood.
The father was very sad about this.
Infirm children are not allowed to live with the ferocious nature of their lives or die.
So what?
Even if it’s useless, a few more can beat me.
So I chose a human and animal-friendly insect.
Marriage is non-toxic, self-serving and naturally does not cause bodily harm.
My father knows, he’s shaking, he slaps me in the head, he says I’m sick.
Say when I grow up, meet the girl you like, the worm dies, what do you do?
I put my neck around me and said,
I don’t need a girl I like.
It’s nice to be alone.
If I don’t, marriage will not die.
My father had a headache and called me a little bastard. You know what marriage is.
If you can make up your mind, you can’t make a decision.
I don’t believe it.
A little white bug can still make me live or die?
But I had to.
I don’t know.
That day I passed through a bamboo forest, and I felt like my life was running around in Dantan.
And how shall We take it out, and it shall fly at a moment to a place unknown.
I don’t have wings.
I was anxious to find it in the bamboo forest.
All of a sudden, I feel like I’m in a panic.
A strange fragrance came from somewhere, and I walked through the sea with it, and found a stone table.
There’s a pretty girl at the table.
She had a pot of wine on her table and a bowl of worms that had been blown up to yellow.
Not many left.
She looks like she’s fine, drinking and chewing on her mouth.
Seeing me, drunk and laughing:
“This little brother, why don’t you sit down and eat. I’m sorry.
I was anxious to make her pay for my life.
Draw your sword, without mercy.
Too bad she’s like a muddy. I never caught her!
Who the hell is she?
I don’t recognize her as the man of marriage!
This is crazy.
I don’t know.
Unfortunately, for over a year, she escaped.
I don’t know how good.
The consequences of the loss of my life have not yet been demonstrated, and this unknown fear strikes me.
But gradually, I felt that the artery began to reverse, and it was so violent and painful.
When I fell unconscious on the side of the road, I realized something was wrong.
I didn’t think the first person to wake up was still responsible.
She’s really not afraid to die.
But I know who she is this time.
I don’t know.
I don’t know why she came to save me.
But her proximity calmed my pain.
I don’t know why.
But if I kill her now, I will never know the answer again.
But the warm smoke in the south windhouse seemed to see through what had happened to me.
In his letter, he said hello to his father and asked me how my life was. What happened to the marriage? Who’s that girl?
Finally:
When’s the big wedding? The two of them are going back to Mongjiang to greet me.
I have nothing to say.
I don’t know.
I did not believe in marriage, but the presence of this man on the stage began to shake me.
She was like a wicked man with a fishing pole on which no bait had been laid.
But it’s tempting to wonder what’s on the hook.
She hooked me up.
I can’t leave her.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
