How do you start with a novel like “I’m wearing a book, but I’m not in it”?

How do you start with a novel like “I’m wearing a book, but I’m not in it”? – What?

I’m wearing a book, but I’m not in it.

I fell into the arms of the rebel lord.

“Where’s the spy?” I’m sorry.

Then he turned his eyes red, and he refused to let me go mad: “If you die, I will bury you with the whole world.” I’m sorry.

One.

I’ve fantasized a million books.

Or they’re well-equipped, modern pots and pots, and they’re gorgeous.

Either it’s a beautiful dress, and it’s a nice and unforgettable thing to do.

But definitely not now.

Absolutely not! After I took a bath, I wore a bathrobe, I was lying in bed, brushing my phone for novels, leaving a bad comment bug, and I was thrown into a book.

Scratch, it’s fast.

I just called the man’s golden fingers too big and it didn’t make sense to attack Snow City so soon, and I fell in the hands of the big bad guy.

The plumbing of the plumbing, the cold-faced twirling, and probably not knowing what’s coming down from the sky.

But he didn’t strangle my throat, “Where’s the spy?” I’m sorry.

I was so cold in the snow that I couldn’t cry: “City the Lord, can you give me a dress first? I’m sorry.

Two.

Clothes, of course, are big no.

But prison, that’s a big one.

At this critical moment in the battle of evil, the plume is not able to take its course and seems to think of something, and throws me in the way of a subordinate: “Customs, then trial.” I’m sorry.

So I was locked up for three days.

The northern wind came from the window of the cell, and I sneezed with my knee in the corner.

It’s cold…

I feel like I’m dying, dying, and I even have the illusion of dying.

‘Cause I heard boots walking, and then there was the low, cold voice, ‘Are people dead?’

“No, no, but soon. Lord of the city, this man is indeed a human being, with no twilight. Will he be punished? If you use it, you’ll die. I’m sorry.

I’m the one who opened my eyes and realized it wasn’t an illusion.

Shaw’s really in jail.

He’s wearing a blouse, he’s long, he’s cold, and his eyebrows are swollen.

He even had red blood on his tail, whether it was his blood or that of the enemy.

The thaw was uncompromising: “Put it on.” I’m sorry.

And I said, “I’m sorry.”

And the punishment of the city of Satan is the stripping, the cutting of bones, the branding of cannons, and the search of souls by demons, which can afflict life with death.

I cried out with all my might: “No! Don’t use torture. I have a soft bone. I’ll tell you! Boss, I don’t have to say anything! I’m sorry.

The ashes and his men were:

If I had a boneless face, it would have been half a mile before the slump: “Yes.” Let her say it. I’m sorry.

What are you talking about?

“My name is Don Yoo.” I’m sorry.

I’ve seen two-thirds of the novels, the full-text orgasm.

It took the male master three months to break through the City of Snow and destroy the soul of Shaw.

But the strength of the plume is far above all the people of the true world, and how can he be defeated by a man who can kill a priest like an ants?

It doesn’t make sense.

The author is not a golden finger anymore.

It’s a coincidence to hang + bug + all kinds of hard wounds and see me spit three litres of blood.

So I recall the man’s fate, a proper way: “The north-east corner of Snow City has treasure.” There’s a light sword in it that can restrain you. I’m sorry.

And the frown of the ashes, but it was also commanded: “Search later.” I’m sorry.

Then one of his men bowed down on his knees: “The master of the city is a man who has stolen the money of the bride’s gift, and is unaware that the sword will be of use to him, and forgive me.” I’m sorry.

And I said, “At the bottom of the center of the Moon Palace, there’s a way to get through…”

I’m not finished, I’m afraid of my men: “Lord, it’s too boring to be on duty, to sneak out to drink, to look at the Buddha, and ask Him to know.” I’m sorry.

The ashes laughed with joy and anger, and then, even those whom I had not called, fell on their knees.

The slump is like the eyes of the deep sea looking at me, “Go on. I’m sorry.

The men who were present were spat and scared to see me as if I was not a man whose hands could not speak of, but a time bomb.

I’m playing the drum.

Dude, you’re one of them… helping the man?

There’s not a good thing around the plume.

I can only tell myself: “You’re poisoned, the antidote is in…”

And it is not over yet, and the plume of the suffocation is swung, and it is only me and him in it.

He also came across the fence in an instant, and he came up to me, and he ran straight at my door.

“Go on, say!” “Silence frown.”

I sighed in my heart, and the devil did not believe in anyone, even his subordinates.

Then I know all my weaknesses and I have to be careful.

And I said, “…in the fairness of the North, by the water of the sky beneath Mount Kunlun, three inches of oblivion will solve your inflammation.” There’s a unique line next to it. I know how to do it. I can take you. I’m sorry.

So don’t kill me. Don’t kill me, boss!

He didn’t know if he believed or not, he took my bathrobe back, changed his position and went to the Moon Palace.

As he was about to throw me on the floor, the heavy bathrobe broke.

I fell on the carpet, and the rags couldn’t cover my body, and my hands were so busy and I laughed, “…the lord of the city, or a dress?” I’m sorry.

Zero: ..

He turned his eyes, waved, and the robes on his coat came towards me.

I’m three and two on. The clothes were clearly his, the black and white, the embroidery, the heavy and too big for me, and I had to roll my sleeves up and my pants up. It’s like half-rolled and frowning.

And look up again, the plume is sitting on a tycoon, and it’s like looking at me like a new creature.

I’m still in the dark. How do I explain my “everything.”

And he said, “How did you get such a thing?” I’m sorry.

“What?”

And he pointed to my chest, saying, “You have Manjushah on your chest. It is a good act of soul. I’m sorry.

I was too nervous in front of this killing God to look down at my clothes. So…

Are you the one who made me wear books?

Besides, you’ve seen everything!

Six.

But people under the roof had to bow down.

I decided to hold my thigh. After all, he’s the best in the book, and as long as he doesn’t die, I’ll be able to last.

We said: “Did you call me here for anything? I’m sorry.

We can’t reach out to him, and it looks funny because he coughs on his lips: “No big deal, just ask him how to kill Xiao Chang. I’m sorry.

Xiao Chang-chul is his half-brother.

He’s the man who’s got all the time in the paper.

Oh, yes, technically, Xiao Chang Zheng Zheng is the best. She had been forced to die from her mother, who was pregnant, and had been cast out of her family when she was 10 years old. The ashes naturally hate them.

“You can’t kill him now. And We said with the truth: “He is of the same roots as the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth shall not die, and He shall not perish. I’m sorry.

And the suffocation turned his head, and said: What about the heavens and the earth, torn to pieces? I’m sorry.

Are you serious? I’m silent. “Even if you’re magical, it’s not enough.” I’m sorry.

When the suffocation looked at me, somehow, Haha laughed and laughed, and said, “No.” But Xiao Qi, I will kill him, and the family will perish. As for you…

“Hand over to your Lord.” I’m sorry.

I was relieved that the information was useful to him and he wanted to keep me.

I didn’t think the slump would say, “It’s good to have fun.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

We’re just saying, “Dogs are manly…” What a taste.

In the city of Shibuya, every man sees me in tremors.

On this day, the ashes smiled at me and asked me, “Is it comfortable to live in Snow City?” I’m sorry.

I’m hamster nod.

“What have you done?”

I’m like a couple of Janes: “Eat and enjoy!” Back at the club, the sugared carp, the Buddha’s Wall in the Tang Building, the crystal-crystal glycerine in the North Side. I’m sorry.

Zero: ..

He had no expression, “What else?” I’m sorry.

And I thought, “The wine with the sky is drinking, but it doesn’t taste good…”

And when I saw him with his eyebrows, I was in my heart, and I was busy saying, “Your left protector’s house has raised a bunch of phoenix butterflies that can give the truth to the rest of the world. I just ran into him a few days ago and flew a large group. I’m sorry.

It was only after a long time that the plume of the plume was lost. I’m sorry.

Huh? So soon you’ll find three inches to forget your worries?

I thought he would wait for the traitors of the world to be taken care of and find the life-saving medicine.

I asked my doubts.

He touched his chin with his long fingertips and said, “No hurry. Let them fuck. I’m sorry.

I thought of something, and I said, “Can I not go with you? I’m sorry.

“What else is important?”

“Ah, not really. I blinked, “It’s just… the city’s food. I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m speechless, and my forehead’s crumpled, and I’m like, “Come back and eat again!” I’m sorry.

I’m funny: “Okay! I’m sorry.

And as I was about to leave, I suddenly thought, “How many cinnamon cakes, peaches and crystal cages have been pulled out of my arms and put on the table like a bouquet, pushed towards the ashes and laughed at my legs, and said, “Lord, this is something that I picked for you, which is not so sweet, and I left it for you. Although the repairers do not eat, the human good is not wasted. I’m sorry.

Looks like I’ve been set up as a tribute.

Probably think I’m cursing him, and the slump blew me out of the Moon Palace.

I don’t know if he’s eating or not.

I don’t think so. How could a big bad guy accept such a pitch? That’s what I’m talking about. It’s just a form of loyalty.

Go to your room, have a good night’s sleep.

The next day I was awakened by a warm wind, sitting in my sleep, surrounded by cloudy clouds. I thought I was still asleep, rubbing my eyes, and I realized it wasn’t a dream.

It’s on the back of a giant blue.

The clouds and the waves, a few steps away, and the ashes were on me, and they blew.

And the sun was full, and his garments were turned upside down, and there was not a moment like an arrogant evil-god, but like a fairy.

And suddenly I’m stuck inside.

The plume was originally born, and if the road went well, it would be in the real world. Unfortunately, his mother broke her bones alive.

He should have had a perfect life.

“Wake up? “The slump hears movement, overheads, and the handsome side of his face is covered in gold.”

I said, “Hmm-hmm. I’m sorry.

“Sleep so dead. “I’m afraid it’s been sold. I’m sorry.

I am weak and weak: “No one should be willing to buy my salty fish and junk wood. I’m sorry.

“…”Silence for a moment, pull up your dick, wave, “Come, come, come, come, come, come closer. I’m sorry.

I snuck over there.

It was almost the next moment, when the murmuring began, and it landed at the white snow mountain.

The great wind came upon us, not to mention mortals, but pagans, who could hardly stand.

I consciously tried to grab the arm from the ashes.

But when I didn’t catch it, when I was about to slip down and fall to pieces, my collar was carried by a bust, and I fell down with it.

He’s used to it, and he obviously doesn’t understand why I’m so weak and useless, as if he wanted to say, and then he just lamented: “Go back to my Lord to teach you.” You have three months, at least until the Golden Day. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Don’t!

Asking me with your talent and strength will be a big problem!

“What, not happy? ”He played his finger, and when the wind came, the snow wolf fell. A few of them were afraid, a few were crying, and left.

I swallowed the salivation: “It’s an honor.” I’m sorry.

Within a mile, the beasts and men flee.

And We saw with Our own eyes a scaffolder who flew with a sword, and was blown upside down.

I was afraid of bringing in a Zongmen, and I was terrified: “Are you just going to walk in and fix the land of the truth?” I’m sorry.

“If you don’t want to go to the back garden, why don’t you sneak in at night?” But you can see the way. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

The way of the mountains was hard to walk, and as it was flat, I tripped, and almost reached my feet.

Once again, it grabbed me in time, grabbed me in the back of my collar, held me in the back of the cat, and fell on the edge of a shrouded spring and let go.

And I was astonished: “This is…” And it was too fast to blink, and it struck the mountain of Kunlun.

A waterfall fell from the sky.

Vacuum, like a fairyland.

In the middle of the spring not far, there are a few fairy-grass kiosks that shake in the fog — three inches to forget.

Unfortunately, it is complicated, with the violet virulent virulence and the fear of death.

The plume of the suffocation, as if it were nothing, was carried forward, and his hands were lifted, and in the middle of a position, the pixie herbs were raving through the mountains and he uprooted them.

At the same time, a few swords were heard from the top of the mountain, as if the top hands had fallen out of the nest, and they were coming this way.

I was struck by the shock of the nearby families, many of them but so unbridled, I fear, only the family of Shaw.

In the face of his head, he swung a little cold between his eyebrows, with his long, long fingers playing with three inches of grief, and said, “A few weeds, too, are so timid that it is a small family. I’m sorry.

But I know how quickly they come, and I’m afraid it’s not just the pain, it’s the fear of violence and the tumultuous — how powerful is that?

“Seventeen. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m sorry.

I was forced to fly with me:

Boss, can you say hello before the next flight?

The pomp of the slump is in truth.

Even 80 matrimony elders can’t stop him, and there’s only 18 of them, and there’s one of them who’s only been born.

But when he saw his brother Xiao Chang-chun, he did it again, and I could feel that his fingerbone on my neck was strangling, and the air pressure around him was freezing.

Xiao Chang Zheng is a standard “sweet man” hanging out.

Quoted because this guy is a fake, and I’m willing to give a ticket to a reader from God’s point of view. Xiao Zhang Zheng Zheng is a real human being.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been jealous of his brother’s gift, and I’ve been secretly tripping.

At this point, he saw the slump, as if he had been surprised, raised his hand to show that the elders of the tribe stopped, and paid a tribute: “Brother.” I’m sorry.

The elders, who are not sure what it looks like, have taken their breaths and found out who they are.

The shawn was notorious at the family’s house, and some of them have said, “You son of a bitch, the shaw shawk that burned down the house of Xiao’s house after being demonized has not yet accounted for you.”

“If it wasn’t for Master Xianshan, he would have killed his father on the spot that night.” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here today? I’m telling you, it’s a good way to go. I’m sorry.

The innumerable cursing can hurt people, but it’s like a habit to laugh, and it’s like a little bit of a smile, and it’s so beautiful, and, to everyone’s surprise, he’s not going to do it, slowly, “Get something.” I’m sorry.

And I couldn’t watch, and I cried with a sarcasm: “It’s better to be an incompetent piece of shit than to be stuck with a child for years.” I’m sorry.

“You! I’m sorry.

I made a scornful gesture to him: “Damn is garbage! I’m sorry.

The elders were so angry that they attacked me with their heads and faces and were easily blocked by the ashes.

Nor did he see how the ashes worked, when he came out with his hand, with an extremely heavy air current, and when three or four people flew without calling, he pulled me out of the circle and grabbed me with the other hand, crushing a man’s spirit.

The man who was scolding him the most, and even insulting, to the head of his mother, changed his face so much that it became a scrawny shrimp that fell from the air to the spring.

If the ashes are to be fought, they will die, except for the plumbs that have been made with heaven and earth.

For some reason, the plumbs are not in love with the war, and when they stop people, they seem to be in a good mood and lazyly drop a sentence: “Shaw Chang-chul, say hello to the Chief of the family, and come back later.” I’m sorry.

He took me away.

Eleven.

He took us back with him.

I suspect that the cat was raised when Shaw was a child, that he carried me like he was squeezing behind the cat’s neck, and that the “cat” was soft.

When I was put on the green, I sat aside with a sense of humor, making the Buddha sulk.

The words of his family still mattered to him.

It’s a long time since the sun’s smug and laughter has broken out, and the thin lips are so thin that there’s no expression on the face.

It’s been under his low air pressure for dozens of miles nearby and I don’t see a living bird coming.

Even under the seat, it’s a bit of a shock.

Me too. It took me a while to say, “Master, didn’t you bring me to solve the conflict?” Why did you do it yourself?”

“Will you?” I’m sorry.

I felt my nostril in my heart: “Can you try it…”

He suddenly raised his hand.

I didn’t know why, until he put his finger on my head, he was in pain.

Xiaomong (Sun) said: “The way of the Long Gate is the way in which all the wrong arrows are fired, and those who stand will die.” And there is no wrong chance. I’m sorry.

I: Is this so terrible?

I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you not afraid? I’m sorry.

It’s like he’s been hearing jokes, and he’s picking up a little bit: “This is the way you’ve been doing this for over a decade. Besides, have you ever heard of a one-time drop? I’m sorry.

…so he broke it with direct violence.

What’s that gonna do with me?

When the mascot is loaded, does it make your journey more difficult?

I don’t understand, but I’m afraid to ask, it’s a little better to see the ashes, and Maley just rolls over to the side of the stove and cooks.

The plume is a valley where no food shall be eaten, but I shall eat three meals a day.

The food is a long-sold, big, high-quality raw meat soup, vegetables, and sour sauce.

When everything was ready, it was just another hour, and it was a little bit slower, and the big bird always looked back at the stove I set up, as if it was smelly.

I was happy, and I baked a string of fish and threw it to him, and it caught it, and it made it.

When I finished, I put my dick in the bag — that’s what real novels are about — and I found a blanket pillow for a nap, and then I realized that the slump turned around and looked at me with a different look.

I touched my face and asked, “What’s the matter with the lord?” I’m sorry.

He’s not just looking at me, but he’s looking at the Persian blankets I’ve set up.

I don’t know if he’s the one who can’t hold the wall, or if he’s the one who’s so vulnerable, he can only say, “Do you want it?” I’ll buy it for you when I get back.

Zero: ..

He squeezed his eyebrow and said, “You shouldn’t have come out. I’m sorry.

Why are you dragging me? This time I can’t help but ask, “You’re not sure where you’re going to be, or you’ll find it by your power.” And I thought, well, you might as well leave me to sleep in town. I’m sorry.

Say, I’ll lay a roll over my body and get ready for a sip.

And when the suffocation did not speak, I thought he was so angry that I was not going to speak, and he closed his eyes, he began to sigh: “I did not know that the grass would be here.” I’m sorry.

I’m freezing.

He didn’t say “boss,” but he said “me.”

It is only when his mother is involved that he is not conscious.

Did he say that his mother was buried near the ceiling?

That’s why the ashes don’t love battles and kill!

For just one moment, he had settled and returned to peace, with a sarcasm: “But leave you to sleep in the city?” Aren’t you afraid someone stabbed the wolf in your sleep? I’m sorry.

I’m:

It was only then that I realized that the plume did not believe in anyone in Snow City.

I’ll die if I stay alone.

He must take me with him to ensure my safety.

Me and Shaw will be back in Snow City for 12 days.

When he returned, he put me in the Moon Palace and left in a hurry.

And I took out the little things that I bought when I was going out of the world, and I thought to myself how much I could guess what he was going to do, and he took me to the most luxurious dream of the city, and left time for the unsettled traitors of Shizu City.

Enough of those men to show off and be beaten up.

It’s been five days since you saw the ashes again.

In the autumn of October in Snow City, the smell of blood spreads.

And when the Shaft pushed the door into it, it was followed by a cold moon, covered in his garments, like frost.

I’m lighting a little light, and I can’t believe he just broke into a little yellow book.

It’s not about me, but it’s about me, because after seeing me, he relaxed a few points and even asked, “What are you looking at? I’m sorry.

And I want to cover it up: “…the incipient speech, I want to be able to enter faster when you are less busy and teach me.” I’m sorry.

I’m good at ass-kissing.

It is true that the suffocation of the eyebrows spread so much, and sat down and waved at me: “Come here. I’m sorry.

It was only then that We noticed that his face was not right, his lips were pale, his horns were wet by cold sweat, and he was about to endure any suffering.

I was scared and whispered, “Are you hurt, Lord?” I’m sorry.

He did not reply to me, but said, “Bring me the peach and wood you bought in the clouds.” I’m sorry.

I was a little confused, but I did what I did, and I found a bunch of jewelry I bought on the night market, and I found it and handed it to him.

There is nothing but a plume of a plume, and the wood is broken, and three inches of concern are floating in the crumbs, and the light flows.

And I fainted, and he gave me life-saving herbs, and he was about to kneel on his knees: you really trusted me.

If I lose it by accident, you’ll die?

“Do you know how to make medicine?” Shaw said.

I’m:

When I was silent for three seconds, he realized what he meant, and he lamented: “Will you live for three days without your father?” I’m sorry.

And I thought, as I was saying, “You overestimate me, you won’t live a day.” I’m sorry.

Zero: ..

Then I knew that that night, following the three great powers of the City of Shell, the thousands of ghosts who were led and summoned surrounded the city, and that the ashes were full of enemies, and the last traitor was cut down beneath the gates of Shell.

And when he came to my room to ask for his medicine, his face was broken and his magic ran out.

I just didn’t know anything that night, but he took his meds, took his meds, looked better in the face, sat around with his chin on his chin and swayed his leg: “Hey, Lord, the guacamole is about to open, let’s go to Yunmanza for a mid-fall! I’m sorry.

And a glance looked at me on the side of the plume, and his pupils were as light as ashes, as the morning fog and the evening night, and as cold as cold.

I looked forward to him.

He closed his eyes, took a rest and raised his gods, and said, “No.” You need to get in the car for a year or two. I’m sorry.

I was just about to say, “When he pulled his hand out of the room, he sucked the books on my desk and said, “Bongo, look at your progress, and follow…”

He turns to a page, and he talks, and he smiles, and he laughs at me. I’m sorry.

I’m:

In the book, “Weakly, you have a way of making a fool.” I’m sorry.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry.

It’s a good thing I didn’t have a hard time with this little thing, but I confiscated the book: “The training starts tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I’ve been a cream eggplant for three months.

In the last three months, the Shaolin was really a devil’s training, and I was pulled out of bed seven or eight metres before dawn.

I practice plum plum sticks, breathe in, and feel the flow of my veins.

Finally, on the last day of the three months, I felt a string moving.

The heat surged in Danda, and the spirits of the surroundings gathered on me.

Kim Dan formed.

I almost cried out of joy. I was busy reporting to the ashes, and I was trying to get the saltfish:

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! You don’t need to get up early to do it? I’m sorry.

He was being fed by the Shaft, and his shirt was wide open, and the snow fell on his shoulder.

He said, “When you’re behind Gindan, you’re going to fly.” I’m sorry.

There’s a baby, a trick, a robbery, etc.

I stomped down and touched the white hair of the snow wolf and sensed what he meant by “continue to refine”.

And when he cried, he held his face to the snow wolf, and held it tight: “O son, your father had fought for a thousand miles, but he did not refine himself, and he was pressuring the students.”

Snow Wolf’s hair is really smooth, and I’ve had a long time.

He was afraid to make it in front of the plume, and he was “battered” by me. The cool Wolf King was made by me.

Zero: ..

He’s holding his head to his eyebrow and he’s making a compromise: “Can we take you to her for a few days? I’m sorry.

I went on to howl: “A month!” It’ll be hot soon. I’m sorry.

“…and half a month.”

“Okay! * I’ll put my cry away and jump up and give him a hug, and then I’ll leave. *

Zero: ..

Before the stifling came back with wolf hair and tried to beat me, I walked away with determination.

It’s just going around the yard, looking at him.

There was silence, and the frost was like pear, and it was spilled.

It’s like a cold-fisted snowwolf who shakes his head and stretches his hand.

I feel like I’m pacifying this white wolf.

It’s not that busy lately.

And he took out the men in the snow, and cut down their hands, and became a commander of light.

I am not in a hurry to recruit, but I am a bit of a pompous “one by one for 18,000 troops”.

I’m so relieved to have a bodyguard around.

On the day of Lichun, he packed his bags and took him to the village.

The world is the first spring, spring and vision.

And the white crown of Xiao’s ashes, half-widthingly, sitting on the back of the ship, with a twirling hair, and I lay down on the side of the ship and squirted.

“Where else do you want to go?” I’m sorry.

“The island! “The waterways of all kinds collide into lakes, with a natural island in the centre of the largest waters.

I look with my face in my eyes, and I can see a vision, a temple, and a temple, and a big tree of red silk that floats with the wind: “Is that Buddha Island?” I heard it was a good wish. I’m sorry.

The snow wolf seems to be saying something that I’m holding my head down and crushing with violence.

The two sides have become my word.

I said, “All votes passed. I’m sorry.

“Yeah. “It doesn’t concern me with the pace of my retrofitting.

He changed our faces and grabbed a different face.

Then turn the snow wolf into a white parrot, and bring me to shore.

The parrots slapping their wings like a protest.

…is so cute.

My eyes were bright, and I was so excited to put the birds on my shoulder, and I said, “Are you afraid of being recognized?” I’m sorry.

He said, “This is where Xiao’s land is. I’m sorry.

And the stout turned into a different face, and the eyes of green were as emerald and as handsome as the eyes of a man: “Beware of the eyes.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

But it always feels more interesting.

But there’s a lot of monks here. They’re beautiful.

We’re not too picky with the same green eyes.

I also bought red ribbons with the wind and made a wish under the trees of a thousand years.

It’s a pity that when you hang a tree, the branch is too high and it’s too long to jump.

I’m not happy. I can’t hang up.

At this point, it may not be enough to watch.

“Where do you think?”

Obviously to hang for me.

I don’t have any experience with such things as bossing. “That’s fine there.”

As usual, he’s cold, he’s got a little bit of careless, he’s got a red ribbon with his eyes on his wish, he doesn’t know if he saw it or he doesn’t.

Thousands of red belts go by the wind.

That one of mine says:

Get home soon.

16,

Actually, I miss home.

After all, an 18-year-old young man who has just gone to college and has no knowledge of the world will always be home.

Even if it were to take good care of me, it would not be possible to remove from me the occasional fear and thoughts that I wear.

But…

I seem to have seen the plumb of depression.

17,

I’ve made up my mind that “the karate old man is lonely and old because his children are far away” and took care of it for half a day.

But it’s supposed to be a delusion — how can it be so fragile?

In order to confirm that I was at the teahouse, I looked carefully at the ashes and tried to find clues from his skin.

“Hmm? “The slump is making tea, and if you look up and run into my eyes, and he’s givin’, “What are you looking at?” I’m sorry.

I was so nervous that there was no silver in this place. Look out at the limo. I’m sorry.

I’ve been in the streets singing and dancing in my car, and I’ve been changing my subject, and I’ve been saying to the window:

“You see– huh? Why is Shaw here?”

The tumbles the tumbles.

Only the beauty of a man and a woman standing on the side of the street, a handsome man, is Xiao Chang-chun and his wife.

It’s a golden finger and a harem, and all types of wives want a beating.

Like Xiao Chang-chul, the big wife, the second wife, the second wife, the third wife, the fourth wife…

Well, to look back at the ashes and die is described by the author as “sexy, insensitive.”

It’s not in line with a obscenity and brutality of the villains.

This time with Xiao Chang-chun, the big wife.

The gentle beauty is made of water, and the eyes are turned.

I looked down on the window and I looked in my face, and I looked at my head.

Kang is so pretty! It’s not an exaggeration. It’s the first beauty in the continent.

What’s wrong with you?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Perhaps my eyes were too hot, and the plume was not clear: “What is it? I’m sorry.

“It’s beautiful!”

Beautiful? I’m sorry.

“Of course. I thought I’d make her the same dress back in Shevy City. But it’s also a split. It’s not a normal thing to wear. I’m sorry.

Like the one on the other side, the one in white, so I saw him as particularly unhappy.

“The liner? “The ashes are like chewing the two words, laughing, trying to say something.

That’s when it happens.

The Earth’s crust was shaken, three or four giant shadows were drilled out, like a ghost from hell, and suddenly turned over the car.

The streets were screaming, and it was a hot spring, and it turned into hell.

It was as cold as an ice-cold eight degrees. I thought he was upset. He called him.

But seeing the same twinkle of doubt, I realized it was the story:

The male master and the beauty travel together on spring days, encountering the vendettas of the living, challenging them more than they can, making it possible to fight them out and making them feel better.

But in reality, it’s hard to see Xiao Chang-chun… and it’s not like you’ve got the power to pull back.

The streets are a mess.

The smaller ones, many more, drilled out of the earth’s sutures, and Xiao Zhang pulled out his sword, slashed one to death, and protected the panicful ginger.

And We were reminded, “Is it a turn of story that he did not get the ‘Oh yes, the sword that restrains all things?’” I’m sorry.

Xiao Chang-hwan had secretly taken his sword, through which he eventually killed him.

But now the ashes have cleared the traitors, and naturally the sword has not fallen out.

“Left left and right? Then he’s such a loser. “The plumbing of the plume, with its head on its side, looked out of the window with a cold look and raised its finger so that the little ash that was trying to come up would disappear.

He guardeth the heavens and the earth on the side of the Tea House, and heareth not the screams under it.

Or you’re used to it, you can’t even get tired, you can’t drink your tea.

“Too bloody, don’t look. Go back?”

And the moment when he returned to his cold eye, We were dazzling.

A little out of hand to capture the point where he buried his heart… the first responsibility and responsibility of the pagans.

As a child, the Shaft must have heard the “Truthers for the People” full of ears to protect a man from himself until he went astray.

But even in a mosaic like Snow City, he had rightly killed innocent people and managed it in an orderly manner.

In the middle of the night, you…

Are you sure you didn’t stick to the way you were?

Yoyo? “Look at me, he thinks I’m scared, and it’s a little bit warm, and he repeats, “Do you look back at Syracuse?” I’m sorry.

The plume was completely restored at that time, with cold pupils of deep gray, light lips and cold skin. The whole man is like a blood-stained, old-fashioned knife, a mass murder weapon.

It took me a while to hesitate and implore the “Big Slayer” saying, “Can the Lord help them?” I’m sorry.

“Want me to save people?” I’m sorry.

I hesitated to say, “Well, but I’m more afraid of you getting in trouble if it’s not convenient to expose yourself. I’m sorry.

It’s like I’m laughing at a joke when I hear it. In any case, the owner is the trouble. It’s just that I brought you out, so I’ll let you ask. It’s the Royal Air. I’m sorry.

After three or five of my protests, it finally became clear that there was a noise before bringing someone to fly.

But it’s still fast.

The next second, he showed up on the roof with me.

Outside, the cry torn from heart to heart is even greater, and there is blood in my nose. I have no heart or lungs, but the blood of my head is still on my face, and I’m stuck.

“Ah!! I’m sorry.

And then, a cold, long hand fell before my eyes.

The sound of the low-share sounds in his ears: “Don’t look, don’t look. I’m sorry.

18,

Before absolute power is suppressed, the number is nothing more than a cloud.

A cup of tea will wipe out the gruesome souls.

It’s only now that Shaw has moved.

And as soon as we saw the sun, We saw his robe turned upside down, and his handsome side of his face was condensed, like a porcelain porcelain in white, a little indifferent,

Follow his eyes.

The Xiao family has gathered its men, as if they were surrounded by their enemies.

The man at the head was a little older, very powerful, looking down at the ashes.

The first thing he said was an indiscriminate anger:

“You traitor! If you break into Sensan and hurt the elders, now you dare to call on the dead to slaughter the people! You’re crazy! I’m sorry.

It’s… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and . . . . . . . . . . . . and . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My heart is shrunk, and as a bystander, I will be stung in the face of an ultimatum of the Siam.

It’s not just the ashes of a son.

I consciously grabbed the hands of the ashes and wanted to speak for comfort.

But he was before me, in a calm tone, and his father said in his name: “The chief of the family, if he is blind, shall be healed.” It’s not easy to be confused with you all these years. I’m sorry.

“You! I should have strangled you when you were born, saving you from such a scourge! I’m sorry.

‘That is a terrible pity.’ I’m sorry.

“The brother may have been impulsive, and the father has not moved. I’m sorry.

And to Ba’al, “But brother, you should not be angry with the people if you have any more complaints about your father. They are innocent.” I’m sorry.

The wounded people in the vicinity were angry at the crash.

The eyes of the ashes are as if they were covered with the cold of the winter night, and their fury smug: “The earth is cracking, and the shadows are moving, a sign of five reverses, and the stars are falling back, and a little devil has no power over the heavens and the earth.” But it’s Xiao Chang-chul…

And down below, Xiao Long looks white.

“How much harm will it cause to those around us, and to the people of Lebanon, to live in the same place as the heavens and the earth?” I’m sorry.

“It’s even possible to attract demons.” Oh, for example. I’m sorry.

“Father…” Xiao Chang-chul tried to stop the next words of the depression.

The plumb of the plumbs sneezed, and the words of anger passed through the inner force and struck into the ears of every sage present:

“If Chief Shaw really wants to kill his family, the first one he should do is you! I’m sorry.

19,

I didn’t feel anything, but the monks were all shocked.

Those who are made low are even more swayed and bleeding from their ears.

The dead old man wants to say more. I guess he’s gonna yell at the ashes.

I was in a hurry to throw a blemish and turn it on.

Fong, my voice in helping save lives in the middle of the depression.

The people down there are freezing.

And I took the opportunity to explain, “It’s me who wants to come to Dreamsawa, and you don’t have to make up for any of the games. I’m sorry.

Chief Shaw:

The rest of them are:

Zero: ..

He probably didn’t expect me to leave it behind, but to stop it too late, he had to watch me speak to the people around the street:

“Alas, the monks next to us are too gruesome to protect Ms. Kang Qian, and the people cannot take care of any of us, so I asked the Lord to save us, but I was wrong. Is that how you guys do things? It’s too…

I’m not finished.

The ashes took me straight to tear the space and left in sight.

“Why don’t you let me finish my scolding?” I’m sorry.

And he exclaimed, and smote my head, as he wished: “Eat and drink and enjoy. Don’t get involved in this. By the way, what do you do with phonograms? I’m sorry.

The tearing of space is so demanding for the perpetrators, but it can take thousands of miles a day.

We went back to Snow City in a couple of seconds.

And when the slump was sitting on the bench of the master, I cast my leg into the couch of the lazy man whom I had put in place, and my heart fell upon a few of the furs of the snow wolf, and said: “A fear that you will be exposed to a problem.” They’re always accusing you of being moral, so we have to fight public opinion! I’m sorry.

The term is too modern and the ashes may not understand a word.

“Come here.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t know why, but I walked in.

The next minute, the shoulder is twirling a weight.

The cold mandoro fragrance, which is clear, reminds us of the ancient battlefield of lifeless life.

It seems that I heard the crash saying, “Let me hold it.” I’m sorry.

And it was as if I had seen through the plain words of the original book a young man who had been possessed by rain and night decades ago.

He may have asked for his mother’s presence, for his father’s alms, or for his spiritual roots, and for a place in the true world.

But now he seems to be begging for a hug.

So I held him unconsciously.

Rooms full of silence, candles darkened.

Our shadows drag long and long.

I’m back to the day when I was forced to get up early.

During this period, several white items were made from time to time in the garment shop.

When I arrived, I put it on, and I turned around to see the ashes: “What about the clothes made of Kang’s little sister? Isn’t it wonderful and gentle?” I’m sorry.

The Shaolin is reading on the beautiful bed, dropping down the book and looking at my eyes, crying:

“That day you said the white liner, did you see this? She’s a golden silk line of the mountains, and she’s light, and you make it like…

He’s in time to settle down.

I’m:

It’s a little venomous. It’s hard not to say.

But there’s no point in judging half!

I asked, “What is it like?” I’m sorry.

The ashes didn’t say anything.

I pulled his sleeves and said, “What is it like? I’m sorry.

He wants to stop.

“I promise not to be angry or unhappy.” I’m sorry.

“…sacks.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

I said, “Oh. I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry for being stupid and rough.

Because of this “sacks”, I haven’t been in a coma for three days.

Three days later, at night, the spring night was gentle and the snow wolf took a package and jumped into my room from the window.

I looked on the couch, and I was surprised, and I called back to him: “What brings you here, white? Snack? You have your favorite beef grain. I’m sorry.

I was afraid of the snow wolf, and I threw away what was in his mouth and left me with an arrogant shadow.

I said, “…and little fish dried.” I’m sorry.

That’s the snow wolf.

It sent a package, apparently to replace the master of the city.

It’s got a bouquet in it and a fine little ring.

The ring is obviously a storage space, inside which…

A dozen skirts.

The first one is pure white.

As the mind moves, it falls into my hand, softly and glitterly. It’s even better than the ginger.

I’m a little confused.

I’m not so angry about the “sacks” from Shaw.

It’s just to find someone to ignore him, to cut down on supervision, to make sure he’s lazy.

It’s good to have a funny pet in the slump, and to treat the scoundrel.

I was a bit sad and fed to the snow wolf, saying, “O pups, it’s usually too good for food reserves to kill the rhythm of food, isn’t it wrong?” I’m sorry.

The snow wolf ate so well, “ow” with a voice, like yes.

I said, “Your father will not sharpen his sword. What is his plan?” Do evil spirits like me have the function of sacrifice? Will he die?”

The snow wolf continued to “ow” his voice.

I’m:

I touched its tail, and I was sad: “Damn it.” I’m sorry.

The idea of “death also means death.”

I started looking into the effect of the Dynamite Act.

Progress is slow, but soon someone will come straight to the puzzle.

She opened her mouth to the question: “I was right. You’re not from this world, so my brother’s search is useless…”

I watched this girl sneak into my house in the middle of the night, kind of shaky, trying to get her towel back.

“Who are you?” I’m sorry.

She had a red snake around her neck and a scorpion on her ankle.

And the ogre of the ancient elf, Qi, and Losha, and the shattering of the world of the devils, yet he fell in love with this son of the Right Path.

He’s 15 years old, he’s over 100 years old, he likes to call his brother and sister.

She blinked and blinked, “Sister, guess…”

I said, “Robshur.” I’m sorry.

She jumped out of the beam and looked at Manjusha in front of my chest, and she made a default: “How much do you know?” I’m sorry.

And I said: “We know everything, including a few moles on your waist.”

But to be careful, I chose to shut up.

“It’s hard to be here suddenly.” How can you say that the slump is a madman? It’s forbidden to use it, and to summon God himself. I’m sorry.

… heaven?

Says she stretches her hand to my chest and hits it with all her strength.

But the next thing I know, I’m going out with some kind of a bullet.

Rorschach barely pulled out of his power, steadyd and dumped his hand: “Look, we can’t hurt you. You’re… high out of one of us. From time immemorial to the present, such people, we all call heaven’s way. And whosoever is a man who purges the fairy to be a devil, it is a delusion that one day it will become the way of heaven. I’m sorry.

“Only the way of heaven can break it and walk against it. I’m sorry.

I suddenly understood.

But why did this mind-blowing trick choose me? You call me “magic”?

I remember I was in the comment area, and I used 30000 words to repulse the author’s logic bug, and I was angry at Xiao Long’s hypocrisy…

I said!! I’m sorry.

No more hand-written long reviews.

It’s too late to cross back and chop hands.

I put on a robe, put on my forebrother, and I just said, “Robs hugged me, smiled:

“Sister, you’re so cute. I love beauty. Want to go home? I can help you. I’m sorry.

The innocent little girl of Lobra.

And We know that she is one of the people of Ba’al, and she is dead.

This time, Xiao Chang-chul asked her to be a lobbyist.

Ugh! You son of a bitch, you can’t make a wife work for you!

So I purposely understood: “Baby, are you here to work for your brother, and he is worth the money before the month and the month before the ginger flower?” I’m sorry.

“Screw your life.” I’m just curious.

“It’s the danger of death. I looked at her with my own eyes, slowly swallowing the tunnel, “The master of the city should be here soon. I’m sorry.

Today’s the day for white fish.

He’ll be here soon. He hasn’t shown up yet.

That’s good. That’s smart.

Indeed, not far away, the wolf howled, a white shadow flashed, and his mouth strangled and bit him.

And when the pupils of Lubra shrink, let go of me, and a roll, and stand up and stand up, and the red-stained snake is missing from his neck,

He was bitten in two by a snow wolf and his body was still shaking.

“You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

Rorschach is holding his hand to the snow wolf.

It’s a little too risky for me.

I was unconscious and closed my eyes.

But the next thing you know, Rorasha was struck by more powerful magic.

And not only did the force smite the robra with blood on his knees, but it also removed from my sight the blade of the wind.

“Do you want to die? The sound of the stifling was cold, and at this time almost torn ice. “The bond between the King of Demons and Shizushi City is not enough to make Taki Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi, right? I’m sorry.

The ashes were still ink, long in shape, far away from the temple when the first sentence was spoken, and when the last word fell, he was standing in front of a half-knock, standing on his feet. On her shoulder, with no mercy, she stepped into the bricks.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

How… how cruel.

The earth’s bricks were broken, and Rorasha cried painfully, and turned into the original.

A blue dragon is embedded in rubble, struggling to escape.

But being suppressed by the enchantment of the plume, which was in vain, was inevitable.

The plumbs stomped on the dragon, leaned on his knees, his arms were on his knees, his eyes were as deep as a abyss, his eyes were relentlessly turned against him:

“Stewards have come to you, and if you want to die, you’ll have to pay for it, won’t you? I’m sorry.

The dragon weeps and weeps.

I don’t doubt that Shaw will really kill her.

“The Lord of the City! I’m sorry.

It would be better to use a knife to kill the King of the Snow City without a single blow.

So, Shaw can’t do it.

“What? “Shaw’s eye, hand me a look.

I said, “Can you not kill her…”

I said, “I think it’s impossible, with the slump’s sex, not to let it go without killing, to whisper, “She’s being instigated, it’s not her fault. I’m sorry.

He raised his feet and asked Rorschach, “What claw touched her?” I’m sorry.

Blue Loneser shivering, no voice.

Then there was a slump: “Oh, are the two just?”

And only when it raged and broke the veins of the two front claws.

“Scram!” I’m sorry.

Rorschach didn’t have time to cry and ran away.

Stay on the ground.

I looked at the cracks of a house, and in silence lamented the defeat and destruction of its master.

“Are you hurt?” Suddenly, the plumb came and mentioned my back. It’s like bringing me up to see if people are okay.

It’s a pyjamas tofu project. It’s broken.

I cried out and asked for clothes.

But this time, after a few seconds of strangulation, it came to my ear, trying to find out that if I stomped on my cheek, the sound was low: “What did she say to you?” I’m sorry.

The demon is in a very bad mood for an unknown reason.

I don’t pretend to be honest with you: “She’s the one who’s been telling the truth, and she’s asking me if I want to go home. I’m sorry.

“Do you want to go back? I’m sorry.

I said, “O of course!”

“Why do you want to go back?” Is it bad here? You can have whatever you want. I’m sorry.

And We smote the hand of the suffocation, and signaled him to let go and to jump on the ground with his bare feet: “Wait for me.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but it’s darker.

I went around behind the screen and dressed and pulled a side of the slump.

Pull him out of the house and sit under the cherry tree outside.

There’s a pool next to it, under the moonlight of Soo-Buk, the twilight, and the water.

And he threw some crumbs at the fish, and I said, “My yard is big and there is a cherry flower, which I and my brother planted when I was little. I’m sorry.

And We explained, “I – when my mother gave birth to me – it was hard for me to give birth, and it was like you – Father and brother used me as a pet. I’m sorry.

“If I disappear, they’ll call the police, think I’ve been kidnapped, kidnapped, sold to remote mountains, then went crazy looking for me… for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.

The plumb’s finger on the knee is tight.

And I’ve spilled the last fish, and I say, “According to the ancients, this is about 1100, almost four months past, and it’s only a day over there, but in a while, they’re really crazy. I’m sorry.

“Lord, I don’t belong here. I’m sorry.

Sitting at the end of the slump, and the night passeth, and the petals fall upon him, and he shall not fall.

It took a long time to say, “Show your soul, and meet the wishes of those who do so, and the devil will return.” I’m sorry.

I looked down at him, “So what does the Lord want?” I’m sorry.

And as a result of the crash, he looked at me, looking: I’m sorry.

I’m:

Shouldn’t it be about your brother?

I waited, I didn’t react, and I was dragged into my arms.

His eyes were cloudy, like a abyss.

And the magic that is scattered, so that all the copper bells of the corner shall shake.

For a moment, I thought he was trying to kill me, make a specimen or swallow it.

But he was only groaning, and his lips scratched my forehead like a kiss of light feathers.

Then, with great restraint, whisper:

“Forget it. The contract says to kill Xiao Chang-chul. I’m sorry.

And he rose up with his lips, and said, “Bricks have been destroyed, and tomorrow We shall be made to repair.” I’m sorry.

Come on, come out of the house.

The tone is calm and seems calm.

But the next moment.

Eighteen copper bells of the temple were stunned and shattered. Turn it into powder.

Snowwolf hollering uneasy.

I held my feet and stood under the moon.

It’s a little sour in my heart.

It’s hard to kill Shaw.

But not no.

When I first met you, I was afraid there would be a situation.

But now I’ve got nothing left to do with the drama, and I’ve worked out a plan to defeat Xiao Zing after seven or eight days, and I’ve been looking for the ashes.

“Lord, this is my plan. I’m sorry.

As I cut out the original title — “Save the little sisters” — the plumb went into silence and all of it was said, “Good writing, don’t write again next time.” I’m sorry.

“Then I’ll talk to you directly next time. “I have become less afraid of the slump, and I have taken a piece of his table, and I have explained it to him in a state of confusion: “Well, it is mainly the sharing of the air, the absorption of the source of the good, and the very little of the covenant between the heavens and the earth that makes it unstable. If the man had been well and able to hold it, if he had been cursed by the people, it would have consumed himself. I’m sorry.

Shaw pushed pastry at me, indicating that I went on.

We said, “Stomp on five ships, men and women alone, enough for him to destroy the Moon.” I’ll have Mr. The Tea House storyman, the play team, and the street end of the story coming out loud tomorrow. I’m sorry.

It’s just a war of opinion, and it’s not difficult to run.

In less than half a month, the stories of the Xiao clan chief and the harem spread throughout the true world.

The Chief of the Xiao clan was also hit by a stroke and was bedridden for days.

It’s been a long time since the slump, and I’m not forced to fix it.

And the desert in the north, and the camel bells, and the willows of the clouds, and the shades,

I found two mirrors.

Video calls are available and individuals can be bound.

According to the auctioneer, there was also a life-saving function, but it was not known how to use it.

I’m trying to turn my back on my soul, and then I have to turn to the ashes.

“Don’t let anyone touch your soul.” I’m sorry.

“Why?” I wonder.

“Did you read all that?” I’m sorry.

I stunned for three seconds, and my ears were red.

Spirits are the most vulnerable and sensitive part of a human being, especially for monks.

Besides, double play. Ah, mind control. All the tricks in the little yellow book.

That’s what this is.

I know there’s a sommel in the back of my soul that’s touched, and my stammer says, “Oh good…”

“Give me another mirror.” I’m sorry.

30,

The Shading Shading Shading Shading Mirror fashioned it into a ring and put it on his hand.

No explanation, but I found out I could see him before I could see him.

I can call him anytime.

He can also answer me.

It’s just…

Every time he talks through a copper lens, I feel like I can see.

That day, he was out in trouble, and I stabbed him:

Cake! Master, bring me the moon cake! I’m sorry.

I’m supposed to wake him up, and his voice with a fresh-momented, low-magnetic voice. What? I’m sorry.

I just feel like a current that’s been in my head, and I almost lost my map, and I’m stuck, “Well, isn’t it true that you’re coming back from the demons and going through the long white mountains? I’m sorry.

“All right. He said:

I feel like I’ve been electrocuted again.

I’m:

This conversation is going on, and I’m going to hang up the phone, and the ashes are calling me, “How’s Snow City?” I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

And he thought, “The wolf is going to be a step forward, and he may be angry and fierce, so don’t mess with it.” I’m sorry.

I looked at the white pack sleeping on my knees, silent.

Shake and move your hand over his head, and I hold my last breath: “Okay…”

“The truth has been shaky lately.

I broke him down, and I broke him up: “Please, Lord of the City! I’m sorry.

♪ And the ashes say ♪

I noticed something about my tone, and he asked for a video newsletter.

I wouldn’t dare to drive on a red-hot cheekways: “That you speak to me.”

Zero: ..

I am vague, but the ashes must have understood.

“It’s not easy to laugh, but it’s hard to see how weak and unstable it is.” I’m sorry.

I cut off the phone without an expression.

Apparently, the slump felt too weak for me.

That’s why it’s so big.

I poked the snow wolf’s head in anger: “Why didn’t your father reflect? Is he too strong?” I’m sorry.

I woke up the snow wolf staring at me with an innocent blue eye: “Ooh! I’m sorry.

And I’m really hot, like a boiled shrimp.

So it’s kind of like a day and a half.

The truth-seeking community has been in turmoil lately.

Xiao Zhang Zheng was cut to pieces and repulsed by the same roots.

The King of Demons also heard that the love girl loved the past monk, was angry and almost missed White Emperor.

The monks, demons and demons are all stupid.

But I was well protected by the ashes, first setting up a circle outside of Snow City.

In addition, large and small skirmishes are being put in place inside and outside the Moon Palace.

No one can break in.

At the end of the summer, the poaching of the pond is nearing its end.

I sat in the shade of the back porch, touched the soft hair of the snow wolf, and felt a sense of calm “deep in the small building.”

Nothing to worry about.

Just wait for the fall to feed.

31,

However, I waited for the two wives of Xiao Zhang Zhong Zheng and Zhao Zhao Zhao Ziao, before the ashes.

I really like ginger.

Every time I read about her and the man, I was upset.

And Zhao Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu She’s a second wife. She’s the best soldier on the ground.

By their strength, they grow.

I also admire the role of women.

But now I can’t feel anything but the moon’s light, the Zhao Zhao Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou

Yes, they… broke three or four lines and entered the Moon Palace.

“How did you get in here?” I’m sorry.

In the barking of the white band, the ginger smiles: “A high pointer.” I’m sorry.

My heart’s down.

In this book, who’s going to be taller than that?

But the enchantment of the ashes cannot be broken.

Who is that?

Ginger smiles softly, “Thank you for coming with me. I’m sorry.

The wolf screamed and even jumped to protect me, but she was not Zhao’s opponent, and she stunned the wall.

Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou put the knife on my neck.

“Who sent you, Xiao Chang-chul? I can’t believe that I know that I am calling you! Is it a converse of the same roots, lest someone should see? I’m sorry.

Zhao’s face is heavy: “Don’t slow down! I’m sorry.

I am truly conceited, and I see the Snow Wolf dying, and I say, “Why are you so repulsed in your hearts at such a weak, incompetent man? I’m sorry.

From the beginning to the end of this book, did Xiao Chang-chun really struggle to gain from his strength and hard work?

Not all by the author’s gold fingers?

That kind of shit…

Pop! Zhao Xiaoqiao slapped me and said, “Scratch your tongue. I’m sorry.

The pain calms me down, biting my teeth and looking at a little bit of ginger: “KANG Zing, you’re a royal solitude, gold and jade. What do you like about Xiao Zheng?” Is it worth it?”

Ginger hesitated for a moment, and I bet I saw it in her eyes.

But then it was as if she had been compelled by something, and she laughed, and she said, “Shaw is warm, and I have a natural heart.” I’m sorry.

Ginger came to me: “Assured, little girl. I’m sorry.

She strangled my neck and I fainted.

When I woke up, I found myself in a dark secret room.

Cold water drops to the ground.

“Boom.”

There’s nothing around.

I’ve had a headache and I’ve barely squeezed a magic machine to light up the fire and light up the ground.

…it’s a dungeon.

The fire struck the guards. It came in within a minute.

Then two people came to me.

The first was Xiao Zing, wearing a silver mask covering the upper half of his face.

But the scars have spread from him now.

There’s a middle-aged man who looks ordinary and even a little ugly.

I look familiar, but I won’t remember.

Is he the tall man Kang is talking about?

“How long have you been here? I’m sorry.

I was careful not to speak.

He immediately waved, and a continuous electric current hit him.

Beat me in half-empty.

It hurts…

It hurts so much…

It’s like someone took a hammer and crushed my bones a little bit.

There’s no strength in it.

It took some time before the torture ended.

I fell down, and he asked again, “How long have you been here?” You’re the one who spread the gossip, aren’t you? She’s having a good time with the media. I’m sorry.

Didn’t you say that nobody in the novel could hurt me?

Otherwise, I’ll fix my life.

I can’t think, I can’t talk.

So, there’s a strong current coming over again.

The sweat blurs the eyelashes, and I can even see that the skin of the wrist is dark.

More than a year I’ve been confused and unconscious.

“A year. “It’s not too late to correct the world. I’m sorry.

“Then let’s rely on Chang. “You’re the only one who’s got to look ahead.” I’m sorry.

“I created you, strictly like me, and I will help you. The middle-aged man opens the door, walks in, dials me with his fingertips. I’m sorry.

“It’s not the madman who died!” I’m sorry.

He looked at me, “Mr. Chang, can you help me kill her?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t rush. She’s a mid-life human being, “When the sedition system fails, she’s out of shape.” Until then, she was an important bait. I’m sorry.

A thunderbolt struck my mind.

I know who this is.

The long bridge rained.

I’m the writer of The Repairer for the King.

I saw his profile and photos.

The character in the book and I are not a dimension. I can’t be hurt by nature.

But someone else can.

Under the long bridge rain.

Similarly, it would be easier to decipher an ever more complex legal framework than to break it under the rain of the long bridge.

I can’t believe he’s called by Xiao Chang-chul.

Damn it! What about the slump?

There is no way that Xiao Zheng could defeat the founder.

I think I have to tell him.

He’s so strong, even if he can’t save me…

Can you at least protect yourself?

I’m trying to get all the power to go to the copper mirrors to pounce the ashes.

But it all ended in failure.

There is no spell in this dungeon, and the pressure of the unwinded.

I can’t get out.

In the meantime, the bridge came to see me a few times, and I tried to get high, but I failed.

“Tell you the truth. “This is my favorite and most satisfying piece.” he said. So, no matter what, I won’t allow it to turn out completely. I’m sorry.

I’m sick of old wounds. Sit against the wall and stare at him.

“Mrs. Tang, you should be glad you didn’t change the lines. Otherwise, I’ll kill you if I see you. I’m sorry.

I turned a white eye.

I thought, “Thank you for keeping me alive for a few days!”

I’ve come to see my wife.

She’s the sweetest of them. Get me some medicine.

I thank you all for trying to raise her sympathy.

But Kang can’t make it. He can’t help but touch my head.

Three wives, the Qing Dynasty Princess, who smiled in the face, stabbed me in the wound, and said, “Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

Of course it hurts.

“Why don’t you go with your parents and raise your brother?” I’m sorry.

Three days running towards me.

And he smiled, and said, “I don’t like Mr. Chang. Every time he looked at me, he made me want to dig his eyes out. But I couldn’t see it. I’m sorry.

“And I really like your sister so much.” “Your eyes are so clean when you’re dead, can you give me the body in the crystal?” I’m sorry.

I’m:

I was silent for a moment: “What happened to the ashes?” I’m sorry.

“The Lord of Shaw? # # # Loubs # The white wolf bit my snake after the slump broke my hand, and the last time I snuck in after my two sisters and crushed its skull…

She said, “Hey, the master of the city must be mad, chaining the border to 15 cities, sending people to search, and even handing out his own hand, beating dozens of the elders of the family seriously.” I’m sorry.

I’ve got a little twitch in my heart.

That day we went together, except for Kang Zhao Zhao Ziao, and Luo Sha.

Turns out the Wolf is dead.

The one who looks cool, he likes to be handsome, he hates people touching his head, but he’s still a snow wolf.

Silly snowwolves with supplies running for a slump.

Dead.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to return to the ashes, to see the white troupe die in a miserable state and to find me nowhere.

It hurts like a hand.

I’m holding my heart and I can’t help it.

And Rorschach found something different, and he even tried to give me some caves, and said, “Do you like the white wolf? I knew I wouldn’t kill…

“Robra. * I grabbed her hand, I tried to breathe deep, I couldn’t help it, I threw blood. *

Rorschach panics, and I bite, “Wake up, will you?” I don’t know. “Don’t be controlled by the so-called Heavenly Way…”

It was as if I had seen innumerable lines, raised on her, made her look like a puppet.

I know that this is the way of heaven, a bond, and the fate of only this one in the play.

Rorschach is destined to fall in love with Xiao Chang, to saddle him with his front horse.

He ended up killing himself with a thunderbolt.

It is likely that the ashes of the slump, as in the book, have left their families to die.

Why?

What is it?

He likes to masturbate in the rain?

I can’t breathe.

Maybe it’s the old wounds and I’m having a hard time.

He passed out completely.

I don’t know for how long.

Wake up again, on the high wall.

I was dragged all the way to the wall and woke up.

Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou held me hostage with a knife. The rains of Xiao Chang and Long Bridge were also on the side.

In the rain of the bridge, the triangle looked like a mockery: “The ashes, you are proud.” I’m sorry.

The cold in the late autumn slit my cheeks.

It was only then that I saw him in the autumn rain, not far away, with the plume of the plume, and the wind in the air, leaving him without any rain.

But the robes and the cheeks were all bleeding.

Behind him, the bodies were bloody evidence of his being broken in alone.

I’ve never blinked in my eyes. I’m sorry.

Haha laughs in the rain of the bridge: “The one who created you, to be precise.” I’m sorry.

And he stroked the hand, and he said, “It was for the sake of ease that the opponent was being squeezed strong.” But now I’m a little sorry that I shouldn’t have set you so strong. I’m sorry.

The stunned, and the eyes turned to me, as if I was afraid to look at it and pass by.

“Do you not fear that this man will use you in his heart? I’m sorry.

Xiao Chang-chul didn’t wear a mask today, and I finally saw his horrible anti-boggling scar.

It’s usually full of eyes.

“Ah, it’s you who should be afraid now. You want to get out of here? I’m sorry.

“Kill? “I’m not helping them out. I’m sorry.

In the face of Xiao Zhu’s increasingly ugly face, the plume of the plume is stout: “In order to restore your face, and to strengthen your work, you have changed the term ‘same roots’ to ‘sacrifice,’ and you have drawn the spirits of the people of the city and the monks, even your biological father.”

“Listen, they’re in pain. I’m sorry.

“Stop talking!” I’m sorry.

Xiao Chang-chun couldn’t help but take Zhao’s dagger and stab me in the neck.

I blinked.

Not surprisingly, he was stopped by a force and the blade could not pierce my throat.

Xiao Long looks worse.

That’s good. This man has another impression with me.

Be impulsive.

And his creators were much stronger.

“You will not hurt her.” I’m sorry.

And he pulled me up and dragged me to a wall, strangling my throat, and a sharp dagger slit my cheek.

And the blood fell down, and fell with the autumn rain to the lips.

Salty rusty.

“Kneel down. “The cold in the rain of the bridge.

I said!! I’m sorry.

So We said, “Look at the dark snakes of the Lord and the hypocrisy that likes to break people’s faces.”

That’s who the author is.

I hate these people.

I said, “Don’t leave, I’ll get dressed and kneel down.”

I’m:

The plumb was smart, and there was no argument with the long bridge rain.

Because it’s hard to fight.

“I remember… your right hand is dead and you can’t hold a sword? Nor does it seem to be the rain of the long bridge that he will listen to it, lest he should cheat and think, “Where is his left hand?”

I died biting my lower lip.

The right hand of the shawn was the ghost of his wife, and later he had to fix his left sword.

And then, in the enchantment, the favorite sword was broken, and it was no longer used.

Rain pours.

I can’t tell whether my face is rain or tears.

It hurts.

After looking at the rain of the bridge, the plume of his right finger pointed at the upper left wrist of his wrist, the magic burst into his vein, and the blood fell along with his long white fingerbone dripping.

I can almost feel it. I can feel it.

But he didn’t blink.

And when the rain of the bridge began to laugh with joy, the sound of the rain obscured his voice: “The last one, now, is to make you all into a spirit, and to bring you here to help Xiao Qi soon to rise to the fair.”

I didn’t expect that this time, the shawl refused.

“This can’t happen. The sound of the stifling was mild, “She has to go home.” I’m sorry.

I’m breathing.

I’m going home.

The condition for going home is to kill Xiao Chang-chul.

So, it’s impossible to fix it for Xiao Chang.

Long Bridge rain is unknown.

#Shaw #egypt Let her go first and kill her. If you don’t mind, I’ll put a death spell in front of Xiao Chang and suck my magic. I’m sorry.

I cried so hard.

He tried to kill Xiao Chang-chul.

But the curse of death is on him, and he will surely die.

Worth it?

You fell down a cliff, you fell to pieces, you bit your teeth and you climbed up the cliff and you grabbed the skylight.

Now give up everything for a stranger’s pass.

Is it worth it?

I bit my tongue so hard, I calmed myself.

Then he asked Zhao Zhao Ziao, “Why do you like Zhao Zhao Zheng Zheng?” I’m sorry.

“You’re proud of yourself. You don’t lose any man. It’s not your competition, it’s under domination, and it’s beyond your reach. Why do you like him? Just because he saved your life. I’m sorry.

“Wake up! I’m sorry.

Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou

And We said to him, “If it had not been for you and me, who would have laughed until the end?” I’m sorry.

In the same rain that rained the bridge, I held his knife in my hand.

And then he went right through my neck.

Through my flank.

Stabbed through his heart.

Blood spatter.

That moment, I was in pain.

And under the rain of the bridge, I fell and I fell.

Down the wall.

Unforeseen convulsions didn’t come.

I fell into a cold embrace.

It is only on his knees that the ashes of the stifling will remain in excess.

But at this moment, I see in his face a terrible fear.

The heavy rain and his ink was wet, which I had never seen before.

I’d like to make a laugh: “Ache…”

The tails of the stout were redened, and they covered my neck with their hands and legs, trying to heal my wound with magic: “Take it easy, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

I know I can’t live.

It’s my own fatal wound.

There’s no magic here to save me.

“Kill Xiao Chang-chul. “You’re not trying to kill him? I’m sorry.

Now, it’s raining.

Xiao Chang-chul is no match for you.

The bushes of the stifling, all the magic still hangs on me.

All I can do is lie to him: “Don’t kill him, I can go back before this.” I’m sorry.

Now, the slump finally hits.

“Yuyu, if you die, I’ll bury you with the whole world. * In the sound of the silhouette, through paranoia and madness *

He’s a part of his energy, and he doesn’t come back.

There was only one sound, and the magic pierced the chest.

I can see in the darker light that Zhao is standing up without the first protection to stop.

Looks like he woke up.

“It’s so good that I’m getting heavy, and I’m in a lot of pain, and I’m playing him with my last breath, “Don’t the Lord of the City, I’m buried, I can’t see the flowers of spring…”

That’s it.

The heavens and the earth are eased.

There was only rain in the ears.

The spirit rises and wonders where to return.

I thought I was dead.

Wake up again.

In bed.

There was a light cell phone in his hand, and the page was a novel, and “The Fixer is King” was stamped on the corner of the title.

I struggled to turn on the lights, and my neck pain was still there.

But one touch of the neck, it’s pure.

Is this a dream?

Two years with the ashes, is it just a dream?

But why would I cry?

I cried so hard that I couldn’t do it myself.

He was crying, and he was still at work, and he rushed down from downstairs: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“I had a dream. I cried, “Someone in my dream bullied me. I’m sorry.

“The company’s merger will be over tomorrow. My brother wrinkled, left a video conference, touched my head. I’m sorry.

I picked up the paper towel that he had delivered: “A writer called Long Bridge rained, and he hit me, and it hurt. Bro, you bought his writing website. I’m sorry.

Brother…

He cried and laughed when I was playing with my temper and comforting me for a while.

I calmed down with my brother.

And indeed, he was dazed, lying on his bed, and after a few days of confusion.

Five days later, I saw an obituary:

“At dawn, in the rain of a parent bridge, he died overnight or became a writer’s disease. I’m sorry.

Time of death…

The day I had that dream.

Seeing this news, I’m a soberer.

Isn’t it a dream?

I realized what it was, I recited a magic trick, and immediately afterwards, I saw the sea of the Spirit.

A broken copper mirror slowly emerges.

I can’t breathe, I can’t believe it.

It’s not a dream.

The copper mirror was called the “creas” and the seller said it was a life-saving act.

I didn’t find out all day. I thought it was a lie.

I didn’t think I’d really save my soul.

That’s right, the spirit is broken, I can come back, but the body is dead.

So the copper lens that saw the sea protected my soul and sent me back to my real life.

What about the Shaolin?

I was so busy trying to contact him.

Only a flash of water in a copper mirror, a figure sitting under an island porcelain tree.

He was still submissive to the black boots, but the crown was turned white from purple, and the colour of God was more indifferent than when I first saw him.

Like a thousand years of cold ice, and after a long time of beauty, indignant.

It’s too cold to come near.

I can’t even look directly.

The servants, the men, are careful when they come to report their affairs, they bow down and the atmosphere is afraid to come out.

The bands on the tree were almost completely removed, leaving only a few.

One is what I wrote: “Go home soon.”

The other five, only one word:

Yoon.

The snow wolf was raised from the ashes.

He likes to come with a bunch of flowers, and when he sees it, he puts his hand on it, “Go give it to her.” The Lord doesn’t like these things. I’m sorry.

And a grave is a grave, with its fingers pointed.

It’s very well built, and it’s covered with all kinds of flowers, like the whole spring.

A bit of my aesthetic.

Occasionally, the snowwolves also eat with their little mouths, even if they are not moist, and the Hara has been queuing and queuing as well as placing them in front of the grave.

Then he lays his eyes around and shakes his tail.

Each time the plume comes silently and sits on the tombs beneath the python tree, with a long, long finger, and then brushes the hair of the snow wolf.

And every time I cried out, with all my might, “I am here!

But no response.

…he can’t hear.

It’s a huge copper mirror, a crack. You can only pass his picture to me.

And can’t deliver any of my messages to him.

I can only watch the sun and moon in the mirror.

Real day, a year in the mirror.

There are more and more red ribbons on the Buddha tree.

Six.

Eleven.

Article 51.

One hundred and one.

The whole tree is covered with red silk.

When the wind blows, it floats with it, and its eyes are bright red.

In reality, it’s only been three months, but the ashes have been on their own for centuries.

It was then that I felt that immortality was a ridiculous and cruel punishment.

He’s been through our journeys over and over again.

I fed him food over and over again.

The world is beautiful, and the restoration of the truth has not been violated, and it is in order.

But he was alone.

Passed countless springs and autumns in silence, day and month.

I… I can’t do anything.

And I tried all kinds of magic to speak to him, and every time I consumed myself.

I’m more afraid to accidentally cut off the only link and not move.

And in these passing years and months, the slump’s sex grows more eccentric.

And the Shaitans worship him as God, and they fear him as God.

It’s a two-way street.

This is a privilege that no one has been able to achieve for centuries.

But he spent a hundred years sitting alone under that porcelain tree, writing one word over and over again.

I can’t think about it. Every time I think of it, it’s like a knife.

Maybe I’ve seen my father and brother look different.

My brother took long leave from school and took me on a trip.

I was distracted on the way.

Until I came to the Buddha’s temple, where the fire rose, and the old master gave me some gossip, and laughed, saying, “Take it easy, it’s yours who will come to you.” I’m sorry.

He said it vaguely, but I grabbed it like “What does it mean?” I’m sorry.

“Leave the sparrows, the country’s sound. He rises, takes out a brass mirror from the back of the yard, and says, “Lord, you broke a copper mirror. I’m sorry.

I was in a panic.

But I didn’t know how to use it. It was the slump that tied me up.

I can only say thank you and put it on me.

My next brother was happy to see me, and he was relieved and shaved my nostrils: I’m sorry.

“Firepot! “The glass in my arms seems a little hot, but I just found a ray of hope, and I was so happy, I didn’t have a tube, and I pulled my brother’s sleeve and ran down the hill.” No one will rob–“

“No one has taken you.” Take it easy!”

This evening, I finally got better, and after dinner I wandered around the town under the Temple Mount.

There’s more and more people in the town at the dawn.

And suddenly We heard a crack and a tear. It looks like it’s coming from Wigand.

I was so scared that I could pull out the copper mirror, and I could see it on a hard copper metal, and it spreads and cracks.

I said!! I’m sorry.

I’m about to kneel in this mirror.

What if the only hope is lost?

But at the next moment, the sky will be dazed, and the moon will be covered with a cloud that will suddenly burst.

I’m freezing. Looks like you’re looking up.

Everything around them is covered in magic, collating into impervious scrolls.

Then time moves slowly and the moon shows an angle.

My subconscious holds my breath.

“Who is he?” I’m sorry.

The human language is becoming so noisy.

People are like weaves through me and the ashes.

I wonder if my brother, who is not afraid of God, has been stiffed and has had difficulty breathing, sorting out his lower neck and retreating cautiously.

And We wiped away the tears of the eyes, and passed through the tide towards the ashes, laughing: “O my brother.” The one you mentioned a long time ago.

A long time ago, I told you, if I don’t come home, my family will find me forever.

But then I didn’t know I was gone, and in that world, there were people waiting for me for a hundred years.

Search my whole life.

OKAY, THEY FOUND ME.

It’s okay. You found me.

The end–

□ Moon ##

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.