I was pregnant the night before he went out, but that didn’t prevent him from tying me up.
Station. He is the Buddha who is above high, and We, the ogre, are the ones who have fallen upon the gods,
I’m sure it’ll end up with a spasm and anatomy.
I opened a inn at the border between demons.
He just walked in and I knew it was a very high-tech Buddha.
“Maestro, do you want to hit the point or stay in the store?”
I jumped off the table, put my hands under the jaw and threw a plumb at a handsome, cold monk.
Eyes.
I’m a demon who doesn’t risk his life for money.
Last month, I got a big list of people who paid for a demon Dan.
Lead one.
Damn Dan…
Good things that are rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground are of great benefit to our demons. I’m a hothead, I promise.
I thought I was soft, beautiful, in a pomegranate dress.
Countless men.
It’s easy to seduce.
But I didn’t think this man was the original.
The Buddha is a god, and the world is a god, and the devil is too far away.
Yeah.
It’s popular in the world: If one day you go out, you’ll be in danger.
Squeeze the jade and call the people to save you; if you meet Shigen, you must.
The people fled overnight.
As a monk, his reputation in our demons is bad.
It is said that for many years there have been countless demons ferociously ferociously ferocious among him.
The color changes.
I’m careful, I’m silent.
It is a pious, pristine and obscurantistic and obstinate.
His hands stood in front of him, and his eyes looked down on me, and he saw through me.
The real body.
“The Devil? “The sound is cold and it doesn’t smoke.
And I laughed at him and corrected him: “Master, my name is Quiz.” I’m sorry.
The atmosphere is in a strange silence.
And after a long time, the first groaned: “Do you know what the pious monks do? I’m sorry.
He’s a very good-looking man, with long lashes, a phoenix, a nice side of his face and a very good lips.
Thin.
At first glance, a gentle man.
And it was not meant to release the pressure, and it pushed me out of my cold sweat.
I couldn’t get too close to my lips and smiled, “The master wants to send me down.” I’m sorry.
“Why did the monks send you down when you were not evil?” I’m sorry.
Don’t worry, I’ll do it soon.
There is a heavy rain at the border between men and demons, and it is cold and cold, and it enters.
It should have been injured by the mild coughing and the sick white on his cheek.
The employer said he’d give me a chance.
The family of the leprechauns was born beautiful and the juice had a strong healing power. In the early days, a number of fairies held the devil in the shadows in the name of demons.
Down, only for your own lust.
I’ve seen a few people in my clan, but the demons have fallen.
He warned me not to give his flowers to others easily.
However, the millennium of the high-quality demon Dan was lost, and it was claimed that he could not leave his children behind.
To do my employer’s job, I spent my time making a bowl of bouquets in front of him.
Before the accident:
“Maestro, it’s cold in the rain and cold. I’m sorry.
It’s a rare baby, and I don’t think there’s a reason why I can’t say no.
I’m a saint.
People.
“No need. Do not do such a distasteful thing. I’m sorry.
Right, how can you be so ungrateful to such a great monk?
I stood by my chin and looked at him:
“When the slave family has been working recently, there’s a bottleneck that needs to be done in a good manner.
The master valued himself and helped me. I’m sorry.
They all say that the family is merciful, and if he refuses, what is his name?
And he looked down at the beginning, looking at the clear water in the bowl, and said: Thou art young, and it is of no use to the pious monks. I’m sorry.
Of course, I know I’m a lot of people. I was still a sorghum.
Hold me and tell me a story.
There’s a beginning in the story.
At the time, the fairy world had killed the demons, and the elders and saints had died.
The demons were wounded and scattered.
It’s been like a sew from a stone since after the war.
The Buddha’s law is complete, and he’s born a demon.
So the demons hate him for no reason.
But as a little elf, I don’t have it in my heart except for that black and bright demon Dan.
It’s a great country.
I hanged my hands behind my back, leaning on the shoulder of the Gengen, and smiled:
“Maestro, talk better than nothing but you, who will not give it to?” I’m sorry.
And the first of his hands, bearing the beads, took a few steps away from them, and drew a distance, and said: “Serve God. I’m sorry.
This time, the noise was frosting, and I had to go in and piss people off.
I bit my lips.
“Don’t tell me to drink it back… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . had a long silence had been a moment of silence. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I’m sorry.
And when the mouth of the Gengen was loosed, We smiled, and were eager to take the flowers to the lips.
Indeed, the water of the Gospel is a strong catalyst.
No one knows about this.
Keep an eye on him and drink, and I stand up, and I breathe, and I’m going to speed.
Let’s go.
Such a nice monk. I spit on myself.
I’m undressed and I’m in the middle of a heat, and suddenly, I’m getting a feeling inside.
Huh?
What’s going on?
And the First Un was closed, and he sat still as if he were a mountain.
Why am I burning a fire in my heart?
When I was confused, I thought about what old Mr. Shang said:
“As soon as the effects of the drug are in effect, the genie itself is destroyed. The more they are made to be the highest,
But if the sun is not joined together, it will be turned back. I’m sorry.
This is the treasure of the leprechaun. If you hold a flower, it’ll be like taking control of their fate.
Cover.
And the sky is as light as the springs of the mountains, and the ironing of the heat inside.
I’m like a thirsty traveler with my eyes closed.
The moment I touched the back of Gengen’s hand, I sighed, “Monk, you’re cold…”
Then it spread more and more, and it got between his arm and his chest, and it strangled in a tiny space.
Lee,
“Go down. “The initial voice is cold, and it’s so dumb.
He spits out a sentence without emotion: “The sea of bitterness is on its side, and the land is back.” I’m sorry.
I just thought he looked good too. I couldn’t bear to kiss.
I couldn’t even touch him.
I don’t believe it. How can he not be unattractive?
I pick up the beads and take one from his hand.
Wing, you choose one…”
Zoo, lift up a hot hand in the waist.
I’m stuck in my waist.
I was shrieked and softened in Gengen’s arms. Close enough, I heard his heart beat, like, a little bit.
I was climbing his neck, looking at him:
“Master, you’ve taken my medicine, but you have to pay for it.”
Can’t you just get your hands on my back? Hold on.
Swipe my ankles, rough cocoons scratching through my delicate skin.
I trembled and watched him carry a bunch of beads on my ankle.
“If I stop, I’ll spare you. “I’ll let go of my hands and put my hands on my chest.
“Master, don’t spare me. *I’m burned, I’m blind, I’m *
I’ll get my head blown off, you help me. I’m sorry.
The spirit is coming apart, the heart of the fire is burning, and the heart of the palms is numb.
The deadline will come.
The moment his lips were loose, I saw an inch of light and went into the city without a trace.
The pool.
I can hear a groaning.
“It’s no good to solve human trouble. I’m sorry.
The Buddha broke his ring and dyed red dust, to the detriment of repair. But for the demons, there is nothing more nourished than the Yen Won.
This night, I felt the power of the beginning pouring into my blood.
Spread out like a cat.
Early in the morning, I moved and grunted and found a hand around my waist.
And We sat up, and We stinged, and we puddled, and a string of beads fell on the ground.
It was last night when Jakugen pulled my leg and put it on my ankle.
“Wake up? I’m sorry.
A cold voice with a mute.
I sprained myself, and the glazed silk just covered my skin with traces.
He was lying on his side, awakening, with a cold eye, and he was treated like two last night.
I think he’s trying to take me and put it in his golden trough.
But lest he settle the account after the autumn, and We cover the broken garments, and fly away.
“Maestro, it’s fate to meet. If it’s fate, I’ll see you in the next life.”
After that, we’re gonna take the door out the next minute.
I didn’t expect to just walk out the door, and a burn came from my ankle.
I screamed and strangled. By the light of the sun, I discovered that the beads I had cut out were re-emerging in weakness.
On the ankle, there was an additional red mark on the cover.
I stood at the door, and I looked back with dismay: “What is this?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me, apathy:
“The beads fall upon a demon. No one can control them when they leave the poor monks. If you…
It is made to be able to counterbalance it, to come and go free. I’m sorry.
But I’m just a little demon.
A bunch of ordinary beads will kill me.
I didn’t believe in it. I threw it down, without exception.
On foot.
I’m so angry, “Maestro, are you trying to learn how to be a fairy? I’m sorry.
And Jakugen was clothed and covered with a tumulture scratch,
As if nothing had ever happened.
“Follow me after the evil that has been done, and it will be fulfilled.” I’m sorry.
I was deceived by the Black Man.
Not only didn’t get Dan, but caught himself.
The mountains are rough and the sun is empty. I was staring at the shadow of the beginning, and I heated, and I looked down and I burned red.
The ankle, reluctantly moved forward.
Three battles in distance.
One step, one step.
It works better than dog rope.
And We are used to being monsters, when they are bound, as if they were to be punished.
My legs are so soft, I’m not long gone, and I’m suffocating.
On the rock, he cried, “I’m not leaving.” I’m sorry.
A man’s physical strength should not be better than that.
Jigen stopped and looked back at me.
The white twilight of the moon’s teeth has his face like a crown.
That’s a good name.
I thought he could be a little more comfortable with us.
And then the beads on my leg got hotter, and I screamed, and I jumped, and I used them.
Go to his shoulder.
“I’m leaving, I can’t be punished! I’m sorry.
The beginning wrinkled, “Get down. I pretended I didn’t hear him.
“There’s Bohua Temple ahead. I can’t protect you from being so unorthodox.
Stay with you. I’m sorry.
The Bohua Temple is a Buddhist holy place.
Invisible and unobserved.
For a little demon like me, we’ll go to the Poohua Temple and we’ll go to the temple of the Fairy Mountain.
Rolling, like, is a dead end.
“Can I not go?”
Let’s go.
I’m not in front of the Buddhist temple, and I’m under pressure.
In the end, just sit tight and let the beads burn on their ankles.
Do not move half a step.
“Master … Don’t go. I’m sorry.
Two steps in front of the eyes, without the dust.
Then, the front of the forehead was pulled up and the cold tip of the finger was on the forehead.
At that moment, the spirit is clear, the spirit is clear.
And I turned my back like a stone and looked up with gratitude. The first lips are light, as if God:
“As you go up the mountain, don’t say anything. I’m sorry.
The Gengen is in the Temple of Bohua.
And when I saw a man standing in the temple, far from it,
He’s a bald-bearded old man who stands there with a good look.
Until I was seen, my eyebrow wrinkled, and the sound was like a flood bell: “What a demon! I’m sorry.
I was so excited by him, I didn’t think I’d come back.
The door comes.
I’m only in the middle of my life.
After hiding.
The hand is raised gently and the mark is extinguished at the fingertips.
And in the still mountains, the voice of the beginning was like a fountain: “Teacher, she is to me, and for me is the salvation. I’m sorry.
And I whispered, “It’s heavy, it’s rain, it’s not in return. I’m sorry.
The beginning looked at me, and didn’t speak.
My neck is cold, back.
The old monk frowns, doesn’t apologize for his suddenness.
“So, thank you for letting her down the hill.” You’ve got demons on you.
Go and wash yourself in the back of the mountain. I’m sorry.
I stood behind and whispered in the voice of the old monk,
“He’s got demons, I’ve got Buddha in me. How can you not see it? I’m sorry.
And when he has finished, he will see the back of the first.
The old monk led people into the gate.
I’ve waited a long time, but I’d like to pay my respects to you.
Hey, let’s go to the temple. I’m sorry.
I’m going in behind my back. I’m going in with Jigen.
The words of the Old Monk will be taken to the fore and the hands will be held back.
I think he’s so cute, he threw a nice eye, soft.
“Sir, I’m Lawton too. How about I go up the hill and rest? I’m sorry.
Xiao Shami’s face is red, and he’s 1008,000 short of his strength.
Lee.
And then step back and stammer, and say, “Female, my lord, you, uh…”
At this point, his respected ancestor who was with me last night never changed.
No dust, good guy. The beads suddenly started to heat up on their ankles.
I know it’s the Dark One who’s not happy again.
You can’t pay for it.
It’s a bad deal!
I smiled at Xiaosha, and I hid behind the beginning, and I looked shy.
His face got redder.
“Let her in, and I will speak with her.” I’m sorry.
She was relieved and brought us to the temple.
And the trees and the onions of the mountains, and the sun and the sun, and I was lazy and dragged behind.
It is said that the fragrance of the Bohua Temple is flourishing, and that the people are offering the fragrance of Buddha.
And the Holy Spirit was in the middle of the House, and my heart was repulsed and my head wrinkled.
“Before you learn in the temple, you have to adapt early. “The first time I saw it,
I kicked a stone under my feet and smiled, “When did the master ever hear of evil?” Recitation,
No class. I’m sorry.
The demon is the demon, but it is the monk who is confused. I’ve been in inn for years, and I’ve seen many monks.
There’s a lot of fake monks, but no one’s ever pointed at me.
I’m sorry.
“The Buddha is living, not of any kind. He said:
I turned my back and learned my tongue: “The Buddha is living and the master is doing his business.”
It’s common practice to be a demon, to flirt with a monk and regret it.
After all, life is in the hands of the Gengen, and he’s displeased.
There’s no place to cry.
The first lips were tight, no more words, led me, straight through the palace, to the back.
Whispering.
Whispering waterfalls, water fog.
Turn back and look at me.
I immediately understood what he was saying, “Okay, I won’t look.” I’m sorry.
Say no more and sit on a rock with his back to his face.
I heard Haru-kun retreating from his coat and pouring it into the water.
The touch, the tip of the finger, the burn in the ear.
I have to say, he’s a special monk.
Looks like there’s no desire, but I can’t be desecrated at the beginning, and I’m on my head and I’m blowing myself.
Even if the body works once and tastes it, it can’t imagine.
“This is the place that gathers the spirit of the heavens and the earth, and there is no evil in it. Since you’re a demon, you’re better off.
Okay, you’re the one who’s got a half-destroy. I’m sorry.
And I took off my shoes and my socks, and I wanted to go into the water, and I listened to the first warning, and I was afraid of my feet.
It doesn’t matter. Rocks are glitter, moss are all over me. I’m not standing up.
Sneak down.
Master! Help…
I could only shout one word in time, and then the water flooded.
According to Haru-kun, Wakashi is nothing but a demon.
I’m afraid I’m going to die.
The water poured into the nasal cavity, hit the eardrum, and I was desperate.
But the imagined pain didn’t come. The water was cold and clear.
I saw Jigen’s body buried under the water, and then the collar was tight, and I was pulled up.
Out of the water.
“Stand on the rocks.” I’m sorry.
Right now, he’s half-naked, he’s red, and his skin looks like he’s corrupted.
Over, grow up again. I looked up, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
He raised his lips, and he spoke not.
I said, “Why am I not dead?” I’m sorry.
“No barriers, no problems.” “Jugen took me on a rock and turned around.
Go to central.
“But I’ve led you away! I’m sorry.
Blaspheming Buddha is a heinous sin.
And the beginning turned to me with its back, and it was light: “You were right, and it was I who was wrong. I’m sorry.
This night I stayed at the Poohua Temple.
I was taken to the temple.
Little Shamya comes for porridge and unoiled pickles.
“As soon as she has eaten, take a break. It’s next door.
Pack it up. I’m sorry.
I said thank you to him, and when he left, he put it over there, and he kicked the beads on his feet.
“Maestro, I can’t sleep in the room. Are we crowded? I’m sorry.
I didn’t even have a look. It’s not as hard as you can imagine, that you can’t relax.
God, my eyes are heavy and my head is in a dream.
People in their dreams are sarcasm, they don’t really hear it, they can feel it at first.
Evil, somehow, to kill me.
I’m covered in grief and I can’t breathe.
In the end, I was awakened from my dream with a sharp instrument in my chest.
Head of the book.
The candles were shaking and the chanting stopped.
I look up and face the complex eyes of the original.
He’s wrinkled and he’ll be cold if he doesn’t eat. I’m sorry.
I’ve never had that real dream so long I couldn’t look back.
Dow:
“Master, what are the offspring of Buddha and demons? I’m sorry.
And the Scripture was recited, and the first Quran opened his eyes in cold, and he looked like he had no desire,
“No, I won’t. I’m sorry.
“Be sure of yourself!” Is it up to you or me? I’m sorry.
The Gengen avoids the sight, the silence. He was as cold as he was, and probably didn’t think one day he’d be surrounded by a little nobody.
Asking a child such disrespectful question.
I’m still talking.
“But it’s a nightmare.” I’m sorry.
My smile faded.
The scene in my dream was too scary, but I didn’t hear it from a little demon.
Dow:
“You’re the Buddha of the High. You’re the one who broke the law. But I don’t.
You know, a ogre with a finger on his head, you’ll get a spasm and a baby.
Down. I’m sorry.
I’m afraid, dreams come true.
If it were true that day, I wonder if it would be possible to raise a single vortex…
The Zen chamber suddenly quieted down.
I was not recited, and my dark eyes fell on my fine ankle, and suddenly I said:
“The poor monks will protect you. I’m sorry.
“Really? * I look out and touch the flat belly *
Give birth to the child…”
He realized I was going in there, handsome face, and ignored me. I moved a sticky dress, whispering, “The monk is dirty, I want to wash it.
Bath. I’m sorry.
It seems that it is only when Ichigen realized that this is a big problem.
I shake the beads on my leg, “Why don’t you untie them for me and I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I know that the Buddha only listens to Kogen, and it happens that Xiao Shami is in the doorway.
Hold on to your Zen chamber. I’m sorry.
And the first Qur’an began to exhale and rise up, saying, ‘It was only for half a hour.’ I’m sorry.
He is rarely so reasonable.
I’m so excited to run out of three. The beads don’t look alike.
Whispering Land.
And when I come to the moon, the black men stand together and wait for me under a tree.
I slowly slowed down and slowly stood not far away and looked at him without blinking.
He grunted, and he said, “Well done. I didn’t know he was.
Even the Buddha gave it to you. I’m sorry.
I’m in a tight mood, step back and be vigilant.
The black man smiles, “I don’t have to look at me like that. You’re with me.
The way. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “Who is with you that you cannot see?” “The black man laughs twice, and is not upset:
“There’s no need to live when you’re stupid and you’re stupid.”
In the world now. I’m sorry.
I hear that in the fog. It’s no good.
And a round devil cast out of his sleeve, and crossed a fine rad, and fell into my hand.
Black people don’t slow down:
“This is what you deserve, and urge you not to put too much of your mind on the Gengen.” You’re far more than you are.
He thinks, and hates him. I’m sorry.
When the wind pours into the forest, the black man will disappear.
I stood in place with the demon, and after a long time, I pulled out the paper crane.
I need to talk to you. I’m sorry.
After half a twilight, the twilight of the crane.
An old and angry voice came from inside:
“Come on, I’m too busy catching these little elves! Stop it! Don’t do this to me!
The beard! I’m sorry.
“How old am I this year? I’m sorry.
Quiet over there, Mr. Ziu is angry: “Even you will mess up!” ♪ Bang. ♪
Paper cranes fall on the ground and they are powdered.
I touch my nose and I stare at the round devil Dan.
So far, I’m over 3,000 years old and I never remember who I was with.
I don’t remember any monks killing my relatives.
And where did My hatred of the first (the former) begin?
Thinking about it, finding out it’s the black man who’s trying to get out of the room, so that demon Dan won’t eat.
Yes, I’m going to ask Shigen.
And the back of the hidden mountains, when We faded away, and slid into the cave.
I saw the marks of my body in the light of the moon.
Gas.
No good skin.
“Where have you been? I’m sorry.
I was so scared, I looked away, I didn’t know when I was sitting on the shore.
Big stone, side face to me.
How dare I tell him about the man in black and scream in a hurry: “The monk!”
You’re so strong, look at me. I’m sorry.
The first one was in the shadows. *I’m on the shore and I’m complaining *
I complained about it, about it, about it, about it.
In the atmosphere, he suddenly turned around and held my wrist.
And the sight of the former was firm and firm, and We were not prepared to fall into his arms.
Honolulu noodles, elegance.
He rubbed my smooth skin, and the burning of his hands gave me a chicken skin.
Plum.
I shouted, wetly fell on his leg, unconsciously surrounded his waist.
The first touch of the back of my head, the next moment, in my arms.
At the same time, the sound of the residence came from the back of the Gengen.
I’m so angry.
“What are you and this witch doing? I’m sorry.
I thought one day I’d die very badly after I was discovered.
This day has come so quickly.
I stomped my legs under the jaws of the Gengens, and held it tight, like a little white flower.
Son, Arthur’s shaking.
And the first sign of light and light: “Teacher, it is the first who is responsible for all the wrongs. It has nothing to do with her. “Jugen, let it go! You’ve been confused by the witch! We’ll get rid of them.
She, tell you more about right and wrong. * And I don’t know what to do.
My heart is tight, I’m afraid I’ll be left behind.
The beads on the ankle.
“You gave it to her.” Do you know…
Don’t say that again, Master. “For the first time, Gengen interrupted the old monk.
“The children go to the bar and get punishment.” I’m sorry.
And when it came out, there was silence around it.
“You know what that means? I’m sorry.
“Yes, it is right to evict the Buddha who has turned his back. I’m sorry.
“Jungen, you are the most blessed of Buddhas ever seen by an old man. I really shouldn’t have…
The old man was not able to groan and left a sentence: “Behave yourself.” I’m sorry.
The people slowly dispersed.
I moved softly and carefully showed my head and looked up at him.
In the light of the moon, water beads are on the lips of the beginning, and the light is cold, as if it were not the punishment.
He’s like that.
It was like I’d been scratched by goose feathers, and I said, “Where is the monk?”
Will they hit you, son? “The light of the beginning is dark, holding me, and not letting go.
“Well, I’ll take half of it for you. I’m sorry.
He almost told me about the Black Man.
If he doesn’t know the truth until the old monk does it, he’ll kill himself.
Bad.
The first lips were so tight, “Strew them even deeper, and put them on.” I’m sorry.
He’s a beautiful child. Under the moonlight, I can see his eyelashes.
Move, pick a smooth radon at the end of the eye.
The heart jumps in his chest, and his hands slip by his collar, and touch.
Touch it.
The palm, the throat rolls.
He looked down at me, silent.
I’m like a witch, and I’m like, “Can I like you, monk?” I’m sorry.
If he hears this, he’ll be mad at me.
I don’t know.
It is like a cloud, a moon, a mountain, not to be loved.
I’m a little demon. How can Hoddeh be with him? And he did not speak, and let go of me, and put his hands together ten times in the chest, and recited the Buddha’s Law.
I had a whirlwind and suddenly my legs were shrunk and I didn’t know if it was a delusion or a reason.
The beads of the ankles seem to have burned me, and soon they will return to normal.
I put on my clothes and I got wet in the back.
“The monk, I’m ready. I’m sorry.
When he went back, there was a marked change in attitude towards me.
“The bad witch.” I’m sorry.
I’m like a gambler. I’m holding on to Gengen’s clothes.
And the Forbiddenness of the Unseen did not prevent him from entering the House of Commandment in sight.
It’s obnoxious and repressed, and it’s in the head of the Rohan.
The Buddhist disciples waited for many times, squeezing their twigs like stone.
And the former was in high positions, and his arrival brought forth a multitude of disciples.
I suddenly died and grabbed Jingen’s sleeve and didn’t want him in.
He turned back and said, “If you’re afraid, wait outside the door.” I’m sorry.
I bit my lips. “Can’t I help you?” I’m sorry.
For the first time, he smiled at me, as the winter snow melted and the sun was bright, “No need. After that, the troupe sits on the troupe.
Fomen’s disciples silently said: “Please forgive the Master. I’m sorry.
The first ridge was straight, and his hands were a little groaning at the moment he touched the tumble.
One, shirt slip.
There was a shock.
Under cover, it’s a blistering muscle line.
Shoulders wide and narrow, skin like jade.
It’s just that it’s all scratched up right now, mixed up with a few little teeth marks, and it’s all mixed up.
My face is red, I feel guilty, I can’t see myself.
Who says a monster has no conscience?
It was only after the birth of the first father of the Scorpion who became a healer and was then taken by many of his families.
Invisible mountain forests.
“The witch is evil!”
“The master is weak and the Buddha is a great master. It must have been the witch who did the magic.
Master’s body. I’m sorry.
“Indecency! Shame! I’m sorry.
I would like to explain, but I cannot contest it. His head was low, his hands were folded and his ears were closed to accusations.
“Major, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Pop!
The whip was slashed hard and the blood flowers came out of the broken flesh.
I’m afraid of no blood, with two legs like lead.
And in the blink of an eye, a few whips went down, and the beginning was silent, and the back bled to a river.
The lashes covered the kisses, and I finally ran over and held my head tight.
Hyung, say:
“Don’t hit him again. It’s me who seduced him, and it’s me who led him to break the law.”
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
Shigeng’s hands were fast and fast, pulling my wrist forward, and he never lost it.
Control time.
The beads have become hot.
Before the whip fell on me, it was used by a Buddha.
Fly out and fall on the ground.
I know those executioners can do this, except for the first time.
Gengen, no one else. “Major, how dare you…”
In the fearful eyes of the Adventist, the first man coughed and bled.
He held me in one hand and held me in the other hand on the ground, a little bit.
I watched the red beads on my feet, and then I realized it was the best.
Stop it for me.
He’s pale, he’s breathing in a state of disarray, he’s got five fingers heeled, he wipes the blood off his lips.
Lightway:
“I thought I told you not to come here. The whips of the Adventist Church, can kill the gods. I’m sorry.
I still don’t get it. The beads are the Precious.
Turn yourself in and hold me back.
So it’s inversely.
I erased the blood of his lips and his eyes were sore:
“The monk, help me once, I’ll repay you. I’m sorry.
After that, push the thin power of the finger, condensed into many crystals, and infiltrated him.
Inside.
I owe him too much. As long as I can get better, I’ll be in the dark.
Thing.
He opened my arms and held me in his back, and his eyes swept through the scene. “He knows his sins, and he is in a state of emergency. I’m sorry.
After that, took me and walked away from the ring.
The clear mountain wind blows out its ears and hair.
I buried my head under his neck, smelled a light sulfur, and my cheeks rolled down with a blizzard.
Red.
Even so, I poured flowers into his wounds.
Monk I’m in pain
Soon. “It’s hard to be gentle.
I heard the water.
But he didn’t hear it, and he bit his teeth to the chest.
Monk, leave me alone I can’t hurt you again
The first word was that the body was flat, and then the hysteria began: I’m sorry.
I’m confused, and I don’t think that’s what Genius said.
The next moment, he held me and went into the cold.
The cold water came back to me, and I saw the face of the first. His face is already red, and his skin is squealing at the brakes that touch the water.
Quiet, white fog rises, skin is eroded.
He bites his teeth and rolls on his forehead.
I’m in shock.
It’s just a wound. How can you stand it?
“Don’t move. I’m sorry.
My heart is strangling and my heart is tumbling again to fill the wounds.
And it will be as if the water would boil, and We would be devoured.
It’s like sweat.
Almost this moment, I suddenly realized:
The fragrance barrier.
Isn’t it a handicap?
Open your eyes, red eyes.
He called me low, and his voice was dumb, and he said,
The beads on the ankles were burning, and I bit my teeth, and I said, “The monk, I am here.” “The first five fingers were turned over, and a Buddha’s seal was stamped into my body, against my forehead.
Mumbling:
“This curse will save you from the evils of love. Let’s go.”
“Where do you want me to go! “I wiped a wet face, and the beads were still hanging on my feet.
Come on, I’m not going anywhere until you unblock it. I’m sorry.
And the first thing that happened was that the first thing I saw was a tremor.
Me, only my heart. I’m sorry.
I suddenly understood what he meant.
I’ve never been allowed to go, only he doesn’t want me to go.
He pushed me, “Wait for me.” I’m sorry.
I floated to the shore in a complicated mood.
I’m glad I’m free, and sad because I’ve had it.
At first, it was my intention to seduce, then it was the first time that I lied.
I was afraid I’d go back.
And when they meet the obstinate monks, they walk far away and wait for peace in the forest.
When the moon turns west, there’s no movement.
He was dressed and returned to his condition as always. When he saw me rise, he looked up, and said, “Back up and go down tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
I hesitated and asked, “Are you expelled from the Buddha?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
I think he must be having a hard time, and I’m gonna make him laugh, so I’m gonna be quick:
“That’s right, I still need a lady boss at my inn.
Ahh. I’m sorry.
When I think of the scene where Kitun went to the store and went to the little demons,
Smile.
Looks like it’s good to go on like this.
I looked at him, and his lips moved, and it seemed like I was going to say something.
“Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
The next day, at noon, we left the Baohua Temple and set out on our way back.
I was drawn to a big Persian mirror.
Strength.
Pull Jingen and stand in front of the mirror.
The monk in the mirror was handsome and smug; he was standing next to a smileful red woman.
Son, body Zenna, hairy.
What a surprise.
If you add a little white-haired doll like me. And We looked at him, and found him looking at me, looking at him.
My face was burning like a ripe tomato.
“No shame” was scolded in the mirror, and then, in the eyes of Persian businessmen who were innocent and humbled, the Gengen was drawn into the crowd.
There’s a small winehouse in town, and they ate a couple of gestations at the Poohua Temple.
I took up a small table, and I ordered five brand-news, all the chickens and ducks, and I didn’t forget I asked for a Susai.
They all said that the First Gengen was harsh, that he was very disciplined in the Temple of Bohua, and that he could not be seen in the face of me, and could even be described as condoning.
When I ate the chicken leg, he wrinkled, and when I drank the fish soup, he wrinkled, and when I seized him for the fasting, I was only groaning and pushing me.
When I was full of wine, I was trapped in my head, and I leaned into the beginning and fell asleep.
When you open your eyes, you’ll be woken up by murmurs.
“Did you hear about the birth of the fairies? I’m sorry.
“No, in the war of the demons, the saints and the elders of the demons had already fallen, and my saints fought and killed the demons themselves in order to save the world.” It has only been a few years since the demons began to flourish. *I’ve turned a white eye, I’m a demon
Mr. Chang said that the saints and the elders were in the upper hand, if not later.
And the old bald ass corrupted and broke the Fountain, and now there is another heaven and earth.
I hit a yawn, pulled the kid and was ready to keep moving.
And hear it: “Let me say, the tomatoes have to be soft, and the demons have not opened their minds,
A few days ago, the Qing family caught a few genie and was born beautifully.
We’re tied to the cellar and we’re going to double-check. I’m sorry.
“Oh, well, why can’t you wait for such a dirty thing? I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to hear it. I just stood up and ran.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
My eyes are red. “Did you hear me? They’ve got them! I’m going back!
It’s a big hand, it’s a pain in my wrist. I’m sorry.
And I choked, and I said, “The monks, they say demons are evil.
Bad guy? I’m sorry.
Kogen didn’t talk.
I seem to have seen the pain in his eyes.
Maybe just delusions. “Leave me alone, it’s our monster business. * I threw away my hand and cried *
The water goes down.
“I’ll save you.” I’m sorry.
And I was there, murmuring, “What do you say?” I’m sorry.
And Harugen rose up and pulled me out, and said, “If there is good, there is evil, if they have not committed murder,
You deserve to live in this world. I’m sorry.
And when I came to the tribe of the demons, the people of the past were razed to the ground.
It’s a waste of time.
What’s more, the skirts are messy, all blue.
I’d be on my knees if it hadn’t been for Jigen-kun.
Okay.
Last time I left the house, Mr. Chang took the baby and gave me a good-bye.
When you get back, send me a bouquet.
Even a few days ago, I used a paper crane to talk to Mr. Lao.
Today, my loved ones, my dear friend, my beloved Mr. Shang, are gone.
I’ve been so numb to the blood of my people, I’ve been sorely angry, I’ve burned.
Burn.
The beasts… ..in the minds of those who spoke, I fell on my knees in front of the broken tree house as if
“They took my people. I’m sorry.
“The Goblins have so much to feed the world that they have never done evil.
That’s right… the monks, the damn people are them. I’m sorry.
Jigen-kun’s hand stretched over my head for a long time, squeezing his fist and taking it back.
I’ll save them for you. You… just stay there, okay? I’m sorry.
I smiled, and suddenly the tears fell, “Thank you, Hargen…”
And the eyes of the first began to tremble for a long time.
I spread my palms, a demon Dan lays in it, black and small, round and round.
“Go, monk, it’s my business, to live or die, not to you.
# I’m not going anywhere #
I took a breath and went on:
“…I’m confused, I’m breaking your rules, I’m breaking your future, I’m breaking your mind.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. In my next life, I’ll hold.
You. Don’t hate me…”
You’ve got to be serious. I’m sorry.
I smiled at him and suddenly got up and fell on his lips and kissed him, “If I live,
I’ll find you again. * I’ve been staring at you *
“Good. I’m sorry.
And We swallow the devil Dan with certainty.
At the entry point, it was turned into a luminous spring, full of limbs.
And the first was filled with holy Buddha, and the most affected was to repair it, so he withdrew early.
They say they devour Dan, like they walk back and forth in purgatory.
Imagine pain did not appear, as if it should have been.
It’s strange that I’ve lost control of my body.
Go on.
I fell into a dream.
In a dream, I stood on a big dome, surrounded by sarcasms.
All around the place, all over the place.
The demons are behind me, and there is blood. I saw Mr. Lao, I saw my family.
Man, several elders were seen.
And then…
I saw Kogen.
His eyes were high and his face was cold, and he stood in front of him and behind him was a man of the fair. I tried to call him, but the way he came out, the way he was arranged, the words were cold.
I hope, “I thought you would be different from them.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
But behind him, he said, “The demons of the region are more than dead.”
Yes. How can my saints be made to look like flies and dogs? I’m sorry.
And I say: “The Quizun, when it is done, will surely be a curse.” It’s tough.
Career, back to shore. I’m sorry.
I was laughing, “Joon, did you ever think about going back when you were happy with me? I’m sorry.
My face suddenly turned pale.
“Do you ever think about turning back?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t see half-lover in his eyes. My heart was sore.
“If your heart is clear, then take off your clothes and show them to others.” I’m sorry.
Of course I can’t.
I smiled, and I felt nothing but sorrow, “Okay, I’ll take it off.” I’m sorry.
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
Then the sun was cold, and I was angry with the monks who rejected love. And I’m like, “My God, I love you. Wrong.”
Yeah? I’m sorry.
Our eyes remain silent and silent.
I went on to say, “Is it wrong to be born a demon?” I’m sorry.
“My God, look at me.”
“All human beings are equal. We want to live. Wrong? I’m sorry.
My voice will echo in the heavens and the earth, and the ghost will weep, and a swarm will be formed.
“Sister, if you don’t do it, the three sides are in danger! I’m sorry.
I didn’t see a single pain in my eyes, smiled and cried.
Come down.
“What a loveless Buddha. Have you any heart?”
The dagger goes down my hand.
“No good! She’s going to die.”
It’s too late to remind me that the blood drops on the earth, and the wind is like a madman.
Yeah, wrap me up.
“Ooh. I split the barrier and walked in, “Stop.” I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “Joon, look behind me, my people. How can I stop? “There are enough dead. “My lips are shaking, trying to get near me.
“Yeah, we’ve died enough, but they–” I laugh, “so-called.”
Justice, live well. I’m sorry.
“You always say that all human beings are equal, but demons are also living. Why should we die?” I’m sorry.
Shouldn’t they die? I’m sorry.
“How many demons have been sent into their mouths only to help them continue their studies?” How many demons have fallen?
For prisoners, only to satisfy their own desires? I’m sorry.
“How many demons have they killed? All the people say is good. We’re innocent.
There were a number of people who had fallen upon them, but all of them called them evil and evil, and they were not to blame. I’m sorry.
“Kill demons, kill people, why not? I’m sorry.
Scramble my power, my blood, my soul.
And Our eyes were red, and We spread them out, and the winds were strong, and the heavens and the earth turned.
I’ve felt countless creatures pouring in. They’re like fragile straw.
Roll, disappear.
I should be sad to see that the blood of my people is already numb and that one seems dead.
Two, and tens of millions.
“Ooh, stop! * I drink in my ear but I’m cut off from the wind *
Outside. I saw those good-looking hypocrites being torn to pieces.
It was replaced by fear.
Great.
So they’re afraid to die.
All human beings are equal, that’s what it means.
And those who are devoted to the house of the fair.
Why did the ancient demons not see them offering for centuries?
Shit, shit.
There’s blood and fog in the air, red clouds and sky.
Chaos.
“Joon, did you see that? At last, all human beings are equal.
Dead…”
And a platinum came out of his chest, and his words stopped at his lips, and I looked up with surprise.
When I fell, Zong broke the wind wall and finally caught me.
Okay. I’m sorry.
It’s a light sting.
A bunch of beads fall out of their arms. “And We have the best of them, and the last of them has gone away.”
I coughed a bloodthirsty blood, I grabbed the Zhao, and I kissed.
The place over there, “Joon, how dare you betray me! I’m sorry.
My lips moved and my eyebrow was touched by a long, long finger.
Up, enough, enough dead. I’m sorry.
He seems to be suffering from something.
I was just staring at him and laughing.
“You chose them, right? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, you’re human. How can a man fall in love with a demon? I’m sorry.
“All human beings are equal, how ironic…”
I laughed cold because I thought of a way to make him suffer.
Grab his hand and put it on a flat belly, gently saying, “Songook, kill your wife.”
Son, what face do you have to live on? I’m sorry.
My eyes are shaking, and the pain breaks out of my eyes, and it finally falls down.
I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes like I was crawling out of the water.
My voice is still in my ear, silent in a thousand years of anger, filled with anger of the dead.
Anger, worse. I looked at the beam, raised my hand, covered my eyes, made a big smile.
The palms are wet.
I see.
The future that I feared had already happened.
The next minute, the door was pushed and the voice of the Gengen was sounded.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
The tone is the same.
I pulled my hand off, sat up, looked at him in the face for a long time, and suddenly pulled it out.
A smile:
“Jo-go, play with me. I’m sorry.
And the face of the first is as white as paper.
I bowed, kicked the beads on my feet, laughed.
“Why did you kill me? I’m sorry.
No, this is the moment to call him the Zalimun.
Without any of my previous concerns, I was walking slowly, walking in front of him, and my hands were round my back.
Back of the neck, pull down, put cold kisses on your lips, “This time, what do you want?
Kill? “How can I not be angry when I fell in the hands of a man twice in a row?
My eyes are full of grief, and I can’t help but close them.
You. I’m sorry.
He’s so pale, he doesn’t even want an explanation.
I smiled, I kissed his lips, and my fangs pierced his lips.
Mouth bloody.
My head is down and I’m doing it, and my wounds are healing and breaking.
The blood drops down, and the dodo melts.
The way he’s quiet calls me angry.
Put your hand on your fragile throat and laugh and say:
“Am I not going to kill me? Do it…”
“…has been waiting for a long time. I’m sorry.
“…to use your golden troughs, or to use the springs of fragrance? Or like a year ago.
So I fell in love with you and killed myself? I’m sorry.
“No…” So my lips are shaking and refuting paleness.
“No?” I looked at him with my cold eyes, and suddenly I looked in his ear and laughed, “That’s…
Prove to me how much I really mean to you. I’m sorry.
And We were made great in the year, and the faithful were scattered all over the earth, like the flower of the high spring, undisguised. I don’t know why he’s so noble, but I know him.
That pompous bone.
Now I have to fold it myself.
Quoted with a tremor of my hand and finally abated: “Okay. I’m sorry.
After that, the broad palms fell on his cheeks, fine, and then his head down, and he put it down.
Up my lips.
My heart was shaking, my finger was squeezing, and suddenly I pushed him away.
Buddha. I’m sorry.
My body is stiff and my eyes are ugly.
I know his faith, and I talk to him, and I stab him in the heart.
That’s how it’s going to offset the pain he’s causing me.
When the day came to light, I took care of my skirt and said, “Well, since it’s holy,
The monks gave me a bunch of beads, so I gave you something. I’m sorry.
The branches were entangled in the limbs and necks of my Zong.
A smaller branch piercs the skin, piercing the heart.
Zong Gu became pale in a moment.
I felt my heart’s beating from the depths of my soul.
I was just like you. # I can’t believe it #
“Shut up. * I broke him up with no courtesy and sarcasm *
Think I still love you? I’ll kill them and I’ll kill you myself. I’m sorry.
I coughed twice, “Don’t go. I’m sorry.
I said, “Please, please.”
“Please, don’t go…”
His voice is full of pain.
I scoffed with contempt: “Do I help?” Like when I asked you to come to the end,
It was a joke. I’m sorry.
I tried to catch him, and I hit him with my finger.
Wall.
“Don’t bother. If I die, you won’t survive. I’m sorry.
I stopped looking at him and walked out the door.
And the black man waited long in the morning fog.
He fell on his knees behind him, saw me and showed surprise.
The black man seems to have waited a long time before his skinny hands crossed his ear.
International. The hood slipped and showed a familiar face.
“The Devil’s Elder, greeting the Holy Virgin. I’m sorry.
The bodies on the ground were long gone and the broken walls of last night were nothing but false.
There is a constant influx of demons from all sides.
And I drew my lips and raised my arms in front of the door, and said, “Mr. Chou, long time no see. I’m sorry.
The eyes of the Zhuang passed through me, looking behind the door, and asking, “I am one of my priests.
How’s it going?”
“When does Mr. Xian speak, when does he have another problem?” I’m sorry.
It’s not awkward to laugh, “The Holy Virgin has recovered her memory, and know that he’s the biggest.”
the variable. In those days, we were young and ignorant, but now we can’t be wrong.
Back. I’m sorry.
I know, they all want me dead.
I’m not.
It’s too easy to kill him.
“Secure the Holy Virgin, and execute me.” I’m sorry.
“Assure the Holy Virgin, execute me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Most of the demons present are on their knees.
They’re afraid of me.
The smile of my lips is cold, and it’s slow with a voice that can’t be lighter: “That’s not the way it is, Mr. Wing. Without bait, how do fish hook up? I’m sorry.
“The Holy Virgin…”
“Okay. I stopped him in the middle of the road and said, “Now that you know I’m a saint, listen to me and let the news of Zhao go out, someone will come in later. I’m sorry.
The twilight flashed and fell, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.
I sat under the sheath tree, and I sat on my legs, and the brown bead was shining in the sun.
“What are you doing to me, monk? “The disaster is over. Why don’t you give it to someone else? “…” I’m telling you, it’s called… love. “Don’t talk nonsense. “Record, you like me, monk. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, and I pulled it off my ankle, and I threw it out. And then his hands stopped in the air, and he looked at him with hate.
Open the door.
I was hanging there right now, and the blood came out. He’s got his head down, his eyes down.
Well, hear it, open your eyes and look at it.
And We threw the beads at his feet, and We threw them at him, and We threw them at him, and We threw them at him: “Who needs your things?” I’m sorry.
And We used ten percent of its strength, and the beads fell upon the ground, and were cut in pieces.
My eyelashes trembled, and said to me, “Back, pick it up.”
Come on. I’m sorry.
I approached him and laughed, “Do you want my holy daughter to be honoured, one by one?” I’m sorry.
And in my eyes there appeared pain, and it was me.
“What are you? * And I made a big smile * Really.
It’s too unconvincing. I’m sorry.
Having said that, my face is so pale that I coughed blood.
I looked at the blood on his lips without an expression. I should have been happy and laughed.
Don’t come out.
The branches that were inserted into his heart were ever tighter until the Zong was sweating and I was loose.
Open, crack, a tear falls on the back of my hand, and I wipe my face, wet my face.
Tsk.
I’m staring at my hands and I don’t know what’s going on. “Sacred! They’re coming!”
The wet eyes look out of the window, and the crushing man, just like he was.
Their faces have changed, their clothes have changed, but their eyes have never changed.
“Son Gu, do you believe there’s a return? * I asked him a little question and answered me *
It’s the silence.
“This time, I won’t choose you. I’m sorry.
A thousand years ago, the demons were devastated, and years of rest and recuperation led to a gradual recovery.
Now that the war is coming, they seem afraid of the demons, and the people of the Sen family come.
All of it.
“There are more people than us, right? I stood in front of the door and asked for information from the front.
People.
The man has noded his head. “Since she’s wise, the demons are at a disadvantage.
Put Zong Zheng in your hand, and fear that this night will strike. I’m sorry.
“What are you afraid of? How did you do it? How did you do it? “and stand in the cold face
In the dark.
The guy heard something. “How? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Of course it’s a guacamole. I’m going to the altar. I’m sorry.
The man was shocked by what he said, “Son of God, aren’t you…” “The spirit is scattered.” * I answer the question *
The man went on to ask, “How did you survive that year? I’m sorry.
He asked me this question, and I stopped for a while, and I laughed, “It’s first.
I’m tired, I’m raised by the devil. I’m sorry.
Don’t talk anymore.
If it wasn’t for today, he wouldn’t be happy to do it.
Be a mother and raise me up.
“Son of God, this is the night and tomorrow, this is the battle.”
Okay. There’s no other way. I’m sorry.
“Since he’s ready, don’t hide. I’m sorry.
These years, early and late, few of them appear among the ethnic groups.
The truth was not clear at the time, but he thought he saw a woman and went to a secret meeting.
It’s only now that it’s known that for thousands of years, there’s enough time to snuggle the Fountain. Silence
Quietly buried in the human world.
I stabbed him through, but he didn’t react too much.
Family. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Song’s life, will you leave it? * I’m a cold-eyed man and I’ve got a soft warning *
No more talk. I’m sorry.
The sky is cloudy, and a thunderstorm is pouring down.
I sat in front of Zorm and spoke to him one night.
We said, “I’m dying, my dear. I’m sorry.
He said, ‘Build, please, pick it up.’ I’m sorry.
“You know, sacrifice. I’ve actually died once, but I’m not so scared. I’m sorry.
“Pip, please, pick it up. I’m sorry.
“You’ll die with me, okay?”
“Stop it, pick it up, okay? “The voice of my country almost begs.
I love you.
In his red eye, I raised my head, and laid a kiss on his dry lips,
Walk away.
The dawn of the sky, a swarm fell from the sky.
In the middle of the day, the wind and the sand were raging.
It’s a thousand years of planning, a fine set-up and, of course, not weak. “The witch, thousands of years ago, did not expect you to remain so stubborn. I’m sorry.
They’re all obstinate. They can’t stop me.
I didn’t want to talk to him about it. I broke my hands and felt familiar again.
This time, the man broke his neck and fell like a rag.
Plum.
Seeing the horrors on their faces, I laughed.
“It is thanks to you monks that I have this day.” I’m sorry.
They’re embarrassed and angry in their faces.
Yellow!
And I stood with my arms in a formation, and with a sharp wind holding my blade, and I hit the other side’s barrier,
“The taste of double repair, you can enjoy it, can’t I? I’m sorry.
“Boo! No shame!
“Give me the monk and let you live!” I’m sorry.
Actually, they came for me.
He’s got a lot of genres, but he’s got a very special body, and a lot of it.
They’re perfect demons.
If I’m not here, they’ll find another reason to come to the door. They coagulate into a giant long-sword formation, pointing at my position, “That’s…
Eye! As long as we kill her, the demons don’t attack themselves. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing. I’m just trying to make it quick.
There was a buzzing, a wind rises, and a fragrance with the sword strikes in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the enemy broke thousands.
The little demons around them are poached with swords.
I bit my teeth tight and my forehead was covered in cold sweat.
“The Holy Virgin. “Looking at me, suddenly putting a dagger in his arms, walking in,
“I help you too. I’m sorry.
“Mr. Xin, I thought you were dying. * My voice is no longer clear *
Yeah.
“I said we were always together. This one.
We won the war, and the demons will walk the world, and I will do it.
The leprechauns, among the demons, exhale. I’m sorry.
With the help of the twilight, the power of the cactus has increased.
The two sides collided, the mountains were rocking, and both sides were stunned and bled.
My throat is so sweet, my heart’s pounding.
Untie. I’ve changed my face, and I’m gone.
But they didn’t give me time to think.
When the head splits.
At this point, both sides were at the end of the crossfire and, with a little carelessness, were left dead.
Do it!
It went through again.
The bodies were scattered over the mountains, and demons were present.
The sky is red, no sun.
For the last time, the sword and the wind hit hard.
It’s coming down.
I spit out a sip of blood and watch the other person fall silently and lose.
Balance, on the ground.
It hasn’t stopped yet, and it’s starting to eat my blood and my blood.
Meat. If there’s a man like me left behind, the Fountain will be the last.
End of story.
I kneel on my knees, and it’s dark in front of me.
murmuring: “The demon masters obey the command that the demons must be revived in the future, and not be the victims.”
In the meantime, no one shall be killed, in exchange for my life, for the glory of the day, or for the preciousst of all. I’m sorry.
“According to the holy order!” “The demons cried, kneeled down, bowed to me, cried.
Sorry.
Two days later, the demons have been evacuated.
Fragmented space is coming to me from the crossroads.
I opened my hands and ended up in a coma.
This time it’s really gonna die, Joo-go… or leave.
A little bit of golden light gathered me, and I heard a sighs and tried to lift my eyes.
It’s me.
Actually, it’s a shadow of him.
His eyes are sad and he is in mourning.
“Ooh, how I’m gonna save you. *He’s a little sighs, he seems to have tried *
My hair ended up passing through me in vain.
The gap in space is near and my eyes are full of tears, as if.
I opened my mouth and said his name vaguely, and I saw him turn around smiling and cracking.
Peak.
Golden Light disappeared from darkness. The crack closed.
The wind and rain have stopped.
In the ruins, I rose up and looked to the place where Zong disappeared.
Go, stand there alone, all bloody.
I shouted, “Song-go! I’m sorry.
The man turned his head, and his eyes were blinded, and he said to me, “Poor.”
Monk Chugen, meet Shih-hyun. I’m sorry.
Eyes are strange.
It’s still the body, but he doesn’t remember the lips I bit.
I am.
There was a cough, and I sat up, and I was like, “That’s not it.
Mine. I’m sorry.
I feel like I’ve been knocked out of my head and frowned to correct him: “He is.” I’m sorry.
“Jom, I have gone in.” I’m sorry.
I had a short laugh, and the sound was sharp, and, “Ooh, he’s in.”
Where is it?”
“You saw it. * To the place where the cracks disappear *
Dead. *And my smile grew stronger *
Volume.
A monk with a light eye doesn’t seem to resist me, but he frowns.
“Please take care of yourself. I’m sorry.
And it was like a thunderbolt upon me.
After a long time, the sound was obscured and said, “You’re not me. I’m sorry.
“Now there’s only one fragrance left in his body. I’m sorry.
I can hardly make a sound, in vain, with the horn of a monk’s dress, and my eyes are red.
It’s been long and slow.
I’d rather not tell you than tell you. I’m sorry.
I was silent for a long time, and my voice was silent, and I said, “Mr. Xin, me and him, whoever owes him, he always does.
Count it out. I’m sorry.
“You can’t get away with this. I’m sorry.
“… when I cut my soul apart and put a part of it into your heart.
That’s why I’m here. I’m sorry.
I close my eyes and cry down.
I went on to say, “Then when I disappeared, I guess he grew up because he had broken his soul.”
and shall not be left behind. I found a sign of a monk around your inn.
Come back. All these years, I’ve been standing in my way, and I’ve come to you, and I’m afraid of anything else.
If you fail, you are secretly asked to destroy him. I’m sorry.
I tightened my wrinkled shirt, “Did you ever hurt him that night? I’m sorry.
Never. I’m sorry.
The night he was seen at the inn, he was wounded, and he didn’t do anything, so…
Maybe he’s done something and he’s hurt again.
I thought of the beads, who stood in my way from a disaster,
I broke it in front of me.
My soul should have been cut more than once.
That night, before entering the door, he hid the second time he had cut his soul in the beads, while there was nothing left to do.
Late, for me on my feet.
That thing, it saves lives.
So I asked again and again to pick up the beads that were scattered.
But I locked him up on the wall and made a mockery of him.
Until the war was burned.
In the cabin, for the third time, I cut my soul apart and broke free of the shackles and the Buddha.
Joo came and stood by for me and eventually disappeared in the cracks. Now, there’s only one fragrance in front of me.
Don’t know me.
Don’t recognize me.
“Why didn’t he say it?” I was standing there and I felt like I was broken.
Hole, empty.
“It’s useless. I’m sorry.
It was he who told me, and I thought he was the only one who argued.
It’s him who doesn’t explain.
“Can I get it back?” My voice is flat.
“Where to find?” I know you don’t want to kill him.
I want to die. Don’t tell him to get involved with your last soul.
Peace. I’m sorry.
I looked to Shigengen and thought it was the only thought I had left.
He’s got hands, afraid to disturb him half.
The cuffs snuck out of my fingertips, and I was bluffing.
He put his hands together, saluted me, turned around, disappeared in sight.
I looked, and I cried, and my liver broke.
Three years later. I sat on a branch and my fingertips turned out a flower and threw it down.
I’m a birch tree in front of the Poohua Temple, which was rooted here three years ago.
Sitting down on a tree, waiting for the monk, Julgen, to come out of the door.
Now he’s sitting under a tree, and the bouquet falls on his shoulder.
“What is he doing again?” I’m sorry.
I whispered, “Master, don’t worry about me. I sit and blow.” I’m sorry.
So the former continued to recite his scripture, and We sat on a branch, looking at him.
It’s a very simple life.
In addition to the reading of the Book here, it is the renovation of the monastery and the visit to the temple.
I’ve been reading the scriptures for 800 years, and he’s not tired of reading them.
Love.
There was no sauna in the mountains, and he was thinner, and We groaned, and We fell,
Put two sugar pancakes on the stone next to him and walk quietly.
“The pious monks have fasted. I’m sorry.
I’m walking, I’m whispering, “It’s the only thing I can give you.” I’m sorry.
There was no movement behind me, I rubbed my eyes and I couldn’t wait too long to hide behind the tree. I still remember the saying, “Don’t call him the last soul to be associated with you. No.
Have peace. I’m sorry.
Very often, someone comes around from behind the tree and stands in front of me.
I look red, I look up, I’m wearing a tan, and I’m looking at me.
Reach out, “Lord, it’s cold on the ground. I’m sorry.
I went back in a panic. I was afraid I’d run into his fingertips.
Land.
After a moment, he apologized, saying, “The poor monks are in a state of shock. I’m sorry.
I stood up from the ground, and I took a step back, and I took a long distance, “No, no.
I didn’t think so. I’m sorry.
“The pious monks think that the Lord is Buddha, so give it to Him.” I’m sorry.
And the first sign opened his hand, and a little bead lay in it.
My heart began to suffer from blunt pain, and I couldn’t feel the tears.
Put your hand out and shake it in the middle and take it back.
“I … don’t deserve such good things. I’m sorry.
I cried at the beginning and laughed: “It was just a bunch of beads.” I’m sorry.
I was so busy with my hand, “No, your things are fine I’m going. After that, he left behind and fled.
Sitting right across from me in silence: “You will find out sooner or later.
Do you want to mess around again? I’m sorry.
My eyes are swollen into walnuts.
“For three years, there has been no news of me in the world. I’m sorry.
“Mr. Ken, have I ever said that your heart is hard. I’m sorry.
I don’t think so. Look out the window. “The demons are weak, their hearts are not hard.
Go on. I’ve saved you so many times, but you don’t want him to. Your heart.
Intestine, not soft. I’m sorry.
I look down, I look back, and it seems that the best end is when I forget about the river.
Lake.
He did not have to slit my soul for me, and I, who should have died in the Fountain.
Stand up, “I gotta go. I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
“Whatever, maybe, don’t come back. I’m sorry.
I’m blind.
Ask me, “What about you?” I’ve been silent for a long time, “I’ll wait. There’s a saying for the people, “The Guardian.” I’m sorry.
“Three years, long enough. I’m sorry.
“He waited for me for 3,000 years, and I stood for him for 3,000 years. I’m sorry.
Three thousand, long, short.
And the beginnings of the former were raised to the top, and were honoured, and were numerous.
Today’s Bohua Temple, the fragrance.
And I’m still a tree in front of the Baohua Temple, but I just didn’t show up.
Yes, I am afraid that I will find myself a demon, and I will be forced to dig.
Shigengen still sits under the trees every day, staring at the trees for the rest of the time.
He was always advised by the Buddhist disciples, and then he stopped.
On this day, there was a man at the Bohua Temple.
It took me a long time to recognize the shape of the twilight.
His face is still as if the time had come.
Jigen opened his eyes and watched him come.
He came under the tree and looked up at me.
“He’s back. “Four words, enough to stir up the tide inside me.
I fell down a tree despite the danger of being recognized. “Where? I’m sorry.
And look behind me, “Songor, I’ve been remembering for a long time. I’m sorry.
And I turned my back, and suddenly I couldn’t turn back.
And when I didn’t figure out how to face him, I suddenly fell into a warm embrace.
“Ooh, there you are. I’m sorry.
It’s cold, but warm.
Look at me. It’s full of it.
In front of me, I’m so stupid I can’t even be seen.
“I owe you, I pay you.” The blogger says:
Go back down the hill.
I’ve never had such complex emotions, joy, guilt, sorrow.
The smell of the fragrance and the redness of my eyes and the gnawing: “Are you a Zing?” I’m sorry.
“From a long time ago. I’m sorry.
He bowed his head and fell a little kiss on my face and groaned:
“It is clear that the name of the Firstborn was glorified, and that the name of the Temple of Bohua was widely circulated,
But you didn’t come to me until you were sitting under a tree.
Where. You know how hard it is to wait for someone? I’m sorry.
“A thousand years, another 3,000. I’m sorry.
I put my thumbs on my body, on my moist eye.
Many times, why did you let go this time?”
He can always make me feel guilty in plain words.
I cried so hard, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you…”
And I was like, “I did it of my own free will, if none of this ever comes to you.”
Quiet, that’s the real sadness. I’m sorry.
So he was waiting for me when I sat on a tree every day.
For 3,000 years, my heart was broken over and over again.
Lights, or weds, I’m not entangled.
I just have to go away and look at him.
I can’t say anything now that I wish I had.
I had to pick my feet, grab my neck, close my eyes.
I hope he knows how much I miss him.
My hand is round my waist, pulling itself in and giving a gentle response.
I couldn’t help but feel my legs soft and I fell in his arms and breathed a little. Then, when I started to laugh, I heard an angry drink from the door. How dare you seduce me?
Monk! I’m sorry.
I’m going with Zong.
And the lips were swollen, and a small set of teeth were left on my lips.
Fomen’s disciples were angry and Kim was in his hand, swearing to say I took it.
I have lived many years without fear of these little tricks, but I have seized my cuffs,
Hide behind him, just like he used to.
The spring of the year, the flowers were full of trees.
The wind blows through the branches and the fragrance.
It’s still common.
He’s tweaked under the tree.
In the eyes of the world, he held my hand and said, “I’ll do it.
Marry you. I’m sorry.
Extra 1
They said that the monks had married a witch and had gone forth from the gate to the hidden forest.
Soon after, someone exposed my residence with Harugen.
There were plenty of guests at the inn.
Tenth of the evening, another wave.
I drank a little wine last night, and when I was drunk and misled by my intentions, I was too late, and I couldn’t live with it today, and I was so lazy and blinded.
They sat in their seats, shouting at the demons to order food, and were curiously looking over there.
I haven’t been able to respond, but since he married me, there’s been a lot of people looking for him.
At first I feared that he would suffer, and I stood in front of him without a trace, until one day when he cried and took me back to his room, before he could see me, and I knew that the man had never cared for the earth, and that love was love.
It is only he who is silent and unable to stand up to me and speak three words, so that he will see the truth in his bed.
And with a sore waist, We cast an abdomen, and said, “You are more popular than I; as soon as a man or a woman enters the door, his eyes are stuck to you, and I am a disgraceful one.” I’m sorry.
And I gave me a quiet look, a gentle way: “What do you want?” I’m sorry.
I thought, “Sip me! I’m sorry.
And he was silent, and I thought I was ashamed, and he was trying to do it, and the warm lips were on my lips. I opened my eyes, my ears were burning, my eyelashes were so close, it was burning.
The breath is twitching.
How dare he bite me!
I broke him in red, and I stammered and said, “How humiliating.”
I laughed, “Kiss Madame, what a shame. I’m sorry.
♪ The voice of the people is sour ♪
Too jealous! I’m sorry.
I turned around and blinked, “What are you talking about?” It’s sugar.
“It’s sour! It’s jealous!”
So We sought refuge in my arms with shame, and said: “Father, they have wronged me!” I’m sorry.
Zong I laughed and patted on my head, “I didn’t sleep well last night, I took you upstairs. I’m sorry.
I made a ghost face at them and jumped on me to the second floor.
As soon as I got inside, Zong Zong grabbed me with his head down on my forehead and his voice down.
“Who is she looking at? I’m sorry.
I was like, “No one. I’m sorry.
At best, there’s a couple of monks who have a good look at each other.
I’m sorry. “Madame likes monks?”
I swallowed saliva, blinked, “Uh, happy like”? I’m sorry.
If you don’t like it, it’s impossible to seduce him.
But when I say yes, my face is indifferent.
He thrust me down on the couch, and drew out my garments with ease, and when I moved,
Sit by the bed and watch me cold.
“Madam likes monks?” asked again.
I was dazzled by him. I was stuck on him.
Ah, I like monks…”
I’m not talking anymore, and my hands are strengthening.
I was soft, panting on him before I knew it.
Guy gets jealous in the sky.
“I just love Zong-guk, I’ve always liked him, and I still like him, so…
Every day after that. I’m sorry.
Who knows when you’ve been a monk for so many years, you’ve become jealous.
Zong Zong Zhou queued my chin up.
I stood on his chest, whispering, “Slower, last night’s prints are still there.
There. * He’s a little quiet, but he’s not in his ear.*
Before I fainted, I remembered the good times at the Temple of Poohua.
Later, I got pregnant.
When I heard the news, everyone was stuck.
He sat in the inn, he didn’t move, he looked in front of people, his eyes.
The beads won’t let go of the kids.
I rubbed his arm, and I said, “You’re about to have it. I’m sorry.
He naturally took me in his arms. “There’s always hope, looking at them, thinking,
What’s it like to be sitting there with our kids, eating candy?
What’s a mom laugh like? I’m sorry.
He had tears flashing in his eyes, “Although he had imagined many times, until this moment,
Always untrustworthy. I’m sorry.
I smiled and kissed him, “So you touch him, he’ll move. I’m sorry.
And I was led, and I put my hand on a tiny belly, with my lips, and I said,
I love you.
“I knew it. I’m sorry.
“Just say it again. * And I touch my soft hair *
Let’s change places. I shook my head and whispered, “The fireworks are good.” I’m sorry.
And then, when I had my next daughter, I was born, and I didn’t cry, and I laughed at him.
A few times, a tiny twig came out of his fingertips, and hit her father’s finger.
Go on.
For a moment, the eyes can drop water.
Fearing that a move would scare the little girl, he stayed there for half a day and stayed still.
I couldn’t stop laughing. “We are not that vulnerable. She’s nothing.
Don’t hurt you. I’m sorry.
My eyes are soft, “No. I’m sorry.
A few years later, the baby grew up, and I like to call her Joo-woo.
I didn’t feel bad about it.
He was a pet daughter, and when she was three years old, she had to ride on her shoulder for fruit.
Until a year ago, I’ve never had a face like mine.
Got one.
That’s why the little girl went to play with men without me and his father watching.
Go on.
My face is cold, “Who learned all this from? I’m sorry.
The little girl Thubabal, said, “This is how she seduced you.”
Juju wants a son-in-law! I’m sorry.
That’s the one thing he and I have to shut down.
I hold my breath and think that I will be scolded the next moment, and who knows that my face is cold: “No one has such a good vision as your mother’s. You have a light eye, and you can’t do anything. I’m sorry.
I tried to laugh. I couldn’t hold it.
And that evening, when I stood by me in the bed with a lesson, a good name, and a son to come forth and look at the pearls for us.
I was so tired, I begged for forgiveness, and my temper was still on the loose, and I said, “I have done my own sins, so I have taken care of my husband.” I’m sorry.
Extra 2
The following spring, Juju had a brother.
But her younger brother was different from her, for example, when she could grow vines and swing on his father, and the little one was so full of invisible dizziness that he felt different from ordinary people.
Then she understood that he followed his father, became a monk at the Poohua Temple and came back in full time and followed his ass.
She’s got to follow a pretty girl, and he’s got to follow him or even go to the toilet, and she’s got to keep it out.
And the pearls were so angry that they could argue with him, but they could not. I’ll tell my dad. I don’t care. I always laugh and push.
Dad’s out of the gun.
At last, on a month of dark wind, the beads ran away.
She swore she’d find someone like her.
Just outside the house for 20 miles, meeting a bunch of monks.
Some of them know her. They don’t speak well.
Growing up, you’ve never suffered from this.
Thread down.
At this point, one of the skinny, tall men stood up from the ground.
There was a note on the head of the bead, and it couldn’t move.
And when the moon shines, the beads see the man’s face.
It’s so warm.
It’s a remarkable look.
In a few words, you’re right, you’re cold-faced and you’re carried back.
It’s not far, it’s a breath of breath. I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s gonna be all right to have a dick. I’m sorry.
She and Zong’s chosen men are never wrong.
And the beads themselves are made. In the middle of the moon, Zong Zhao beat her head.
Let’s go.
“When I’m done, I’ll make two, one and one.”
String. I’m sorry.
“Okay…”
“Give them both back…”
“No need. I’m sorry.
“They’re jealous of you.”
“Just the two of us, fine. I’m sorry.
