26
“Hmm! Why is Bruce so angry?
And I shaked my head: “It’s no fault of Little Dragon that Little Ginger gave him the insinuation from the very beginning that she was soft and beautiful, gentle and understanding, and similar to his former acquaintances … You know, emotions can easily be transferred.” I’m sorry.
Don’t scratch your head, “I don’t know, what does that mean?” I’m sorry.
And We explained to him: “It is easy for a person to have feelings for something, and it is easy for him to have the same feelings for someone or something like it. Because he overlapped his past with the new person, Bruce only knew her for a few days and cared so much for her. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I see. “It’s not like you know where to head, but then you ask, “What do we do now?” “To leave the earth?”
I guess he didn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to explain it again.
“You can’t leave. Go find Bruce first. I shook my head and said, “Ginger has no history, and I doubt that there is really no cousin in town, or even that she may not be human.” Now that Bruce’s gone with her, it’s not good to have a trap. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered saying, “Be careful with ginger pears” and asked him what was going on.
He said, “I woke up last night with a big, fat tail, so I wanted to eat chicken in the kitchen, and I saw her in the hallway. I’m sorry.
“What’s the causal link between waking up in the middle of the night and eating chicken in the kitchen?” I said, “Well, what did you see her do in the hallway when I found out that she had his abdominal abdomen out there?” I’m sorry.
No, “She’s combing her head.” I’m sorry.
His tone was so calm that I didn’t think it was strange that a woman was in the hallway in the middle of the night.
But the next moment, I was stuck, because I didn’t just add, “She’s got a long, thick, dense hair, she’s dragging it to the floor, and I almost stepped on it.” I’m sorry.
On the floor?
But I’ve seen Kang Li’s hair, but at most I’ve fallen to my waist. Did she do a magic trick that would make her hair grow and grow?
But that sounds envious, after all.
“That she didn’t find you? I’m sorry.
“She waved to me and asked me to brush her. I’m sorry.
The more I heard, the more I heard: “What then?” I’m sorry.
It’s natural not to be lonely: “I didn’t pay attention to her. Who’s going to comb her hair?” I’m sorry.
I see.
So if you don’t let me be careful, Chon Li simply doesn’t want me to comb her hair, not to feel her eccentricity.
Well, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, stupid fox.
But I still wonder: “Why did you ask me to watch her and not to tell Bruce?” I’m sorry.
He’s not frowned, he’s probably still mad at her. He’s so close to that ginger pears, I’m afraid he’ll brush her hair every day. I’m sorry.
I didn’t have to nod my head at my own place: “Ah, that’s right. I’m sorry.
It was said that suddenly I felt a shadow running over my head: “A little rock.” I’m sorry.
I looked up and looked at it, but there was nothing but a bloody sun, and a few Twilight crows were slapping their wings, and they were passing over my head.
Little Rock, here.
And I heard the voice of Cain, and looked around, and I saw no man for half a day, and held my face from behind my hands, and turned, and led me to a place: “There! I’m sorry.
And I looked at him, and he stood in front of a shop where he sold her, and smiled at me in the heat, but he took off his hat.
And when the crowd came and came, We walked towards him not alone, and remembering the lesson of the past I did not begin to speak.
He said to the shopkeeper, “I want a bowl of soup and soy oil, thank you.” I’m sorry.
“Well, wait a minute. I’m sorry.
Huh?
I looked at Cain in my head, and though he had white hair, his face was young, so he wouldn’t be recognized as a lady. Isn’t that right?
And didn’t anyone see him before?
And what the long part of it sees in my doubt, but it does not explain it, but it is only laughter: “Will you have a bowl, little rock?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t have time to open my mouth, but the one who was with me jumped up and raised his hand and shouted, “I want to! Thank you, Madam!”
“No, you don’t recognize this as it is…” I squeezed at him to suggest.
“Don’t worry about it, he’s asking me to fuck up.” I’m sorry.
Hey, wait a minute.
“All right, I’ll do it.” I’ll shake my head, and I’ll put two fingers up to the stand-up, and I’ll have two more bowls. I’m sorry.
Two more bowls. Thank you so much! Ma’am, please wait! “The shopkeeper is a young man who speaks very loudly.
Even though it was approaching the evening, the weather was still hot and few people ate the guacamole. So the seats are pretty spacious. We picked a clean table to sit down.
After a moment of sitting, I felt it. People could see Cain because he took his hat off.
But why does the stand-up think you’re my wife? I’m sorry.
And he knocked on the table with a chopstick head: “What others see and hear is none of my business, but what they think.” I’m sorry.
I said, “That means everyone sees you differently. I’m sorry.
“Who are you?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t really have much hope, because I’ve asked similar questions many times, but he’s been avoiding.
But this time he fell down his eyelids, covering the blindfolded eyes, and whispered: “It is I, and I am the One.” I’m sorry.
His eyes were too silent and deep, as if his heart were so heavy on a great thing about the world.
This is a very low atmosphere, and I barely dared to say anything, but I tried to ask, “What kind of trouble are you in?” Why don’t you tell us something that might help you? I’m sorry.
And when he smiled, while he was weary, he shook his head: “I am in too much trouble to hear. Take care of yourself, little stone. I’m sorry.
Then he asked: “Where is your other partner?” I’m sorry.
I took a breath and said, “Who do you think is Kang? I’m sorry.
But I doubt that he’s listening.
Speaking of which, it’s coming up.
The stander takes a bowl of bowls to the table, with fresh fragrances of humid hot air, luminous noodles floating like a boat, and can see the flesh in it through the skin, with a few onions of onions, which are even more poignant.
“Whoa! It smells good! ‘It’s no surprise that he didn’t eat this food before he tried to enter it, until he first observed it with surprise.
I can’t help but correct him: “It’s called a scoundrel, not a scoundrel. I’m sorry.
Kang Li, it’s called ginger pears.
Zip, called Zip.
Is there something in his head that has to change four words?
“Uh-uh! * Not alone, but he ate a bean without knowing that he could not eat a hot tofu * * The idea of hot bean is scalded and his face shrinks.*
He did so, and he refused to spit and chewed very strongly.
It’s really good.
I also bowed my head down and blew for half a day before I was careful about the entrance.
But when I just bit the first bite, I felt bad, and it took me so long to find out how strong the smell of Shangzhou was and probably to get into the air and not to hear it.
But now it’s gnawing out of my mouth with that fresh smell of meat, smelling and smelling… It’s like I’m eating a stench of stench, which smells good, but it’s like a stench, and it’s disgusting.
I put down my spoons after having to eat this.
He’s eating slowly, but not alone … He’s been drinking his soup.
When he saw me, he said, “Why don’t you eat? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “No appetite. I’m sorry.
“That’s…” And his eyes were lit up, “Can I help you finish?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but sigh, “Eat. I’m sorry.
It’s a pleasure, but it can’t be wasted.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
And then you take my bowl and you start to fix it.
“The little ginger girl you were talking about, I feel something. @GangLi: #GangLi #GangLi
I said, “What do you feel?”
He said, “She is no longer alive. I’m sorry.
Though I had a long thought, I couldn’t help but wonder when I really heard it: “But when we first saved her, she was really a living person, breath, pulse, body temperature…”
I stopped talking because I realized that I could disguise myself and that when she brushed my hair, she said that– When she talks about my “skin warmth”, she has some kind of obscurantism in her tone, as well as her phrase “Flow in the mirror, Moon in the Water.”
“The stench of corpses, the city of Wuzhou, her so-called cousins what is the connection?” “I’ve been thinking.
“It’s simple. * Don’t put the bowl down, you have a long hiccup, * * I’m going to test you now, I’ll ask you, when will a drop of water not find it? I’m sorry.
I hesitated to answer, “…when the sun is dry.” I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s not like I can’t find it. How can I hide a drop?” I’m sorry.
I haven’t thought about it yet, but I’m saying, “When it’s hidden in a pot of water, I’m sorry.
“Yeah! “Look at me, with bright eyes, now you understand? I’m sorry.
And at the moment of the response of Yasken, I understood.
I see.
The smell I smelled in my sleep last night was actually from Kang Li. Although she can be disguised as a living person, she may not have enough power to hide.
So, she came to Changzhou just to cover herself up with the smell of Wuzhou City. At the beginning, she said, “We heard that the young men are going to Shangshan”, but in fact, none of the three of us said anything about going there. I’m afraid whether we go or not, she’ll lead us to the city.
The more I think about it, the less I think about it: “Was she with a ghost?” I’m sorry.
“Ah, isn’t that little dragon dangerous? * It’s not all frowning, it’s all *
He was angry with Bruce a short while ago, but now he realizes that he is in real danger and that he immediately left behind the unpleasantness.
Sitting across the street, in a black robe full of bustles, he looked up at the sky and whispered his voice, “Do you think it’s getting darker?” I’m sorry.
And I looked up and found that the sky was really darker and that I could see the stars flashing, and it’s not surprising that it was too early for us to enter the city.
It was only in a few moments that the wide street became cold and the shops on the street closed and the lights were hanging.
And even the shopkeepers started to pick up the tables and chairs, and I wondered, “Hey, brother, why is it so late at night?” I’m sorry.
“Hey, you’re not from Wuzhou, are you? “The people around here don’t know it’s not easy these days, especially at night, and there’s a lot of weird things going on in the city. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but frown: “What, more than a dozen people have died? I’m sorry.
“Yes, all the young men who were just in their prime, who were said to have hit a ghost in the night, been struck by a ghost, died on the next day, drowned and burned … Oh, those two days, one of them jumped down from the Buddha Tower. I’m sorry.
The shopkeeper said he looked around and quickly packed the table and chairs and chopsticks, pushed the car and left with the burden.
Before we left, we were specifically instructed to go to sleep, and the store was too late to open the door. I’m sorry.
The three of us stood on the side of the street, staring at him and disappearing in the back of the corner for a long time.
“That what. “We haven’t paid yet.” I’m sorry.
“Ah … forget. @Ambassah: #Jan25
I coughed twice, and I looked down and pretended to clean my sleeve, and I forgot to pay because I thought it was Jae-in.
I’m sorry, Master.
If I get rich, I’ll pay twice.
At night, there was a lantern in front of the loft, and it turned so slowly that it was a lady’s embroidery.
“Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
27
Question not, “Where are we going, shall we go to find Bruce? I’m sorry.
“Go to sleep. “Can you smell his whereabouts?” I’m sorry.
“I can’t smell it, I can’t tell. I’m sorry.
We came a long way to find a inn that had not yet been completely closed, across the street, the bell looked a little old, and in the blackout of the lanterns on both sides, the engraving was not very clear.
I look up, and I find it hard to recognize, “Welcome to the Fairy House…”
It’s fog. @Ambassah: #Jan25
It was only then that I realized that there was a dark fog all around the street, so I couldn’t see it clearly.
It’s strange. Why is it fogging at this time?
And when I was in doubt, suddenly there was a sweetness of fat powder in the nose, and as the mist filled us.
“Screech.” I’m sorry.
Subsequently, he dragged me and he did not go into the alley by the street, and for a while a woman came from the end of the street.
The candlelight in the inn was blown out in a moment.
The woman had a paper lamp on six sides and a red flower on each side.
She’s wearing a blue dress, walking like a wind, a cloud full of clouds, a tiny twilight, turning back one by one, and smiling from time to time, laughter back in the empty streets, like the wind blowing a bell, ringing a bell, with the cold of night.
And three steps behind her, along with a young man, who was laughing, with his eyes groaning and moving, and was holding something in his hand.
This scene looks weird.
Not alone, but in front of me, his ears appeared, and from my perspective, his eyes shined in the shadow of the night.
I was afraid that he would show up, and I moved him, so I held his hand hard and warned silently.
And he looked down at me, and looked as though he was a beast, and even his face was as immersed in the night, and revealed a shadow of some distortion.
But the next moment, he came down softly, and smiled at me, and took away his ears slowly.
I blinked and found his face to be very bright and without any shadow.
So I put my heart down and kept watching them.
“Girl, come on, huh…” The woman leads the man away.
And I wrinkled my head, and found in his hand a red flower, as though it were like it was on a lantern, and he lashed from time to time with what was in his mouth, and laughed from time to time, as if it were not like a man.
I couldn’t help but cover my mouth and nose, and the fog got thicker, and the woman’s back was half covered, and she could only be seen in the back of her head and in a green coat, and the lamp was blurry.
“It’s a ogre. @Ambassah: #Jan25
“The Monster”? I’m scared, not for anything else, but for the man, “Well, she’s probably the ghost that the shopkeeper told me about at night? I’m sorry.
“We have to follow them.” I’m sorry.
I’m not alone in my arms and whispers, “Hang tight.” I’m sorry.
He was too close, and his lips almost touched my ears, and it was warm, and I couldn’t help but rub my ears.
I can’t see where he’s floating.
It can only be felt that the wind of the night, like a sword, is passing by its ears, and it flies away.
I can’t help but wonder, “That’s quick. I’m sorry.
Without a carriage, at this rate alone, we may be able to get up from town to Chauzhou in less than half a day.
“What is this, I can run faster than this when I am a fox, and when we leave the world, you can ride me.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Not necessarily. I’m sorry.
But he did not give up: “No! You’re gonna have to ride me, really fast. I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll ride. Keep your voice down and don’t get caught. I had to give in.
As he was saying, Jasmine fell from above his head, and the black robe flew: “Here he is. I’m sorry.
We’re parked outside a waste park, and the gates are almost collapsed, and we can see the ruins inside, and the grass.
Only one house is complete, deep, Gubsensen, covering most of it.
However, there were lights in the windows and two were visible.
Women laugh, men are impatient, and in a few days they are held together, and the obscenity of the sound of the obscenity is rousing.
The three of us stand here, listening to the corner, and it’s not right.
And hold not my waist alone, but with eyes full of innocence: “What is the name of the woman?” I’m sorry.
I looked to the elastic, smileless side and left the question to him. I’m sorry.
Don’t look out of my side and stare at him in the eye until he answers.
This stupid fox used to be loved, but now he doesn’t understand.
“I don’t know what she is called, but the man’s voice is not light.” I’m sorry.
And I turned my head, and I could see on the window that a man had suddenly swelled, ten fingers sharp, one hand tightly around the neck of another, and with the man’s whistling, something like smoke was coming out of his mouth.
“Oh, shit! And when I responded, Cain and I did not fall upon that window alone.
I went after him, but his abdomen suffered a sudden pain, and I got down on my knees, “Ah…”
I bowed my head over my stomach, a little bit of it, and I bit my teeth and stood up, and, although I was dazzled, ran away.
At that point, the window was broken and the house was broken.
“Whomever followed the slave family, two handsome men…” If you want to wait, let’s wait for you. I’m sorry.
My heart was anxious to cross the rubble of the earth, and the stone walls, which were shattered, but the night was difficult to see, and I was tripped by the weeds, and when I climbed again, the situation in the house was fast changing.
Instead of being dumped so badly, I fell so far away, I ran to pick him up and found him with a silky little wound all over his body, like being cut off by countless little knives.
I can’t help but wonder, “How can this happen? I’m sorry.
It’s hard not to stand up, to spit a silt out, to stare at the house: “She has a long hair, and she’ll be cut and hurt.”
Hair?
And suddenly I thought of not being alone, saying to me that Kang Li was combing his head in the halls in the middle of the night and dragged his hair to the ground, and almost tripped him.
Does this woman have anything to do with her?
But this is not the time to look into it, and I ask, “Are you hurt or not?” I’m sorry.
“He’s still in there, he’s in there, he’s in there, he’s in there, he’s in there.” I’m sorry.
At the end of the sentence, he leaned forward, with a dramatic change in his face and became a complete fox face, with two large, flaccid tails on his back.
It was probably the power of the tail, which gradually healed his wounds and improved his mental state, and then he jumped out of the hole in the house.
I’m in a hurry, and I’m afraid to go ahead and worry about chaos.
It is in my heart that I blame myself, even though Yasuke offered to come and see us, but we should not have been so unprepared to fight, at least I should have thought of a plan.
The ogre is so powerful that he can’t help himself. If they lose anything, they can’t save people, they can’t even pay for themselves.
“Ooh! “It’s good that after a while, he didn’t come out of the house alone and dragged a man who didn’t know he was dead.
The man is the same person as we just saw, but he’s got a big change in his face. He’s got ash on his skin, he’s got two cheeks, he’s lost his life, but he’s still alive.
He runs all the way to a human form, with a gradual rise in shape, a naked upper body, a broad shoulder, a clear muscle texture, as if it were made of Jade.
I saw a wound on the side of his neck that had been strangled by a few pieces of silk, which was deep, bleeding straight, red on his shoulder and chest.
But he showed me a bloody smile, pure and naive: “I saved him!” I’m sorry.
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t give him a hug before I could wake up. I’m sorry.
The long hair of the river gushes out of the house, creeping in pursuit of the long insinuation, and in the depths of that layer is a beautiful head.
“Where are you going?” I’m sorry.
She saw me, “There’s a little girl here.” I’m sorry.
We should have run away, but her hair was like this night, everywhere, surrounded by us.
One by one, around us, laughing, getting sharper, stinging people’s ears, “Don’t go, don’t go, the fox’s tail, the king’s heart, the chick’s shell, give it to me!” There are nine foxes! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. It’s mine! I’m sorry.
The air stinks, the fat is mixed, and we’re dazzling.
“You know the nine tails?” I’m sorry.
“How can I not know? The ogre said, “The Lord has been looking for it, but give it to him and leave it to me!” I’m sorry.
The tighter her hair gets, the more we’re trapped in a black cage.
“Who is your Lord?” “I struggled to ask that, and my stomach was going crazy, and I got on my knees, and my fingers were holding on to the trunk.
What’s wrong with you? * Not alone enough to take care of my wounds *
I barely shake my head and hear the ogre’s doubt: “Huh? Why do you have a Buddha on you?”
But she immediately set aside her doubts and stepped up her offensive, and her hair was on us, not alone and in hiding, and she kept me and the man in the middle.
They keep cutting their hairs and stabbing their heads, and the ogres are as painful as they are, their faces are getting thinner and their power is getting stronger.
Not alone, covered in blood, with small, overlapping wounds, full of flesh and blood.
He kept looking back, worried, and asked me, “Are you okay?” Don’t be afraid, we can definitely…
The voice remained unheard, and an almost invisible hair thread pierced his defence and a hole in his shoulder.
I looked up, and I watched, “No! I’m sorry.
After a single blow, the response slows down, more hair threads go into his body, and the ogre starts to snuggle.
There’s a heat gushing deep in my body, and it’s been tormenting my burning pain, spreading to all four limbs, and it’s as if my heart, which I haven’t been beating, was burning.
I stood up, and the scout grabbed a skull — it was her body.
My voice was as if it had been burned, and the sand was deafening, and one word said: “I leave him alone.” I’m sorry.
The ogre opened her eyes, and I saw the horror in her eyes, and countless hairs came to me unfailingly, and if I was shot, I would split.
At the moment before my hair pierced me, I saw the golden light flashing in front of my eyes, and I crushed the head with my bare hands, and a red flower fell out of her mouth, and the ogre’s scream was only half-screech, burning with her hair into ashes.
I felt like I’d been burned out of flames, exhausted, and fell back.
I’m not alone. I’m sorry.
Sounds like he’s still alive.
Before the total coma, I seemed to have heard a heavy sigh.
28
White Jade, 12th floor, 5th floor.
In the shadow of the clouds, the palace was made to shine, and the heavenly emperor came to the pool, so that the surface of the water was so smooth as to create a little bit of twirl, and so he stood at the feet of God, and the fairy stood there and said, “Glory, report from the bottom, the walls of the world have been broken on two sides, fearing instability. I’m sorry.
“Well. “There is something in the Emperor’s mind that seems to meditate, and it took him a little while before he turned his head, and said to him, “I know this, and I have struck the demons on both sides. I’m sorry.
“Yes. “The fairies look down and say more.
It was only a moment when the emperor disappeared, but it was only his vision, and it was still in the highest temple.
In recent years, the Emperor has become more and more familiar, and when few visits are made, he comes to the heart of the earth and comes to see it.
He raised his head and, with some doubt, looked at the temple of the clouds, the barrier of the Six Boundaries, which was maintained by the power of the emperor, and now he has missed, so why did he just knock? Don’t you mind the hole?
But after only a moment of reflection, he gave up on it, after all, the emperor was the incarnation of heaven, and in any case, there was no mistake.
And in the temples of the fairies, where they cannot look, above the tops of the tops of the tops of the tops of the tops of the tops, where they sit for not knowing how many years the Lord of the gods opened their eyes in a state of silence.
He has long hair like ink, crane’s fragrance, the light of the eye, but one eye is blindfolded and blind, and should have seen the God of all things in the world.
At the same time, a young man in a white shirt is combing his feathers for a golden peacock, but he moves his heart and looks to the bottom, murmuring: “The Buddha is broken.” I’m sorry.
Stop. He’s headed for the Peacock Peacock — living there. And when I woke up in awe, there was a noise in my ears.
“What does she have to do with this? Who is she gonna blame herself? * He’s not alone, his voice is low and he’s anxious and sounds angry *
“She didn’t run by herself. Ishize drove her away! “Little Dragon’s voice is not small, he seems more angry, “and I don’t want to blame either, just to get her back. I’m sorry.
It’s probably to keep your emotions under control, but it’s a shame to say that there’s a complaint: “We met the ogre for you, and we were injured to save us, and we could’ve avoided this … We really should have left, Bruce. I’m sorry.
Bruce: I’m going to say it many times. I didn’t mean it. What are you saying? Does that mean I hurt you? I was worried about Kang Li leaving. Now that she’s gone, how can I leave her alone? I’m sorry.
Chon Li’s gone? What’s wrong with her?
I’m not completely sober, and now I’m hearing them fight, and it’s a little bit of a headache.
But they didn’t hear it.
“So what? * Don’t ask the questions alone, the tone is cold, * “She had nothing to do with us, I told you, she’s not right *
It’s not like he can say it. It’s too much.
I put my hand on the bedbook, and I sat up and I said, “Well, what happened to Chon Li?” I’m sorry.
“Ooh! *Don’t go to bed alone and hold me * Where does it hurt, tummy?”
It was only when I sat up that I saw Cain in the house, but he sat in the corner and kept quiet as usual.
I waved my hand to keep my mouth shut, and I asked myself, “What happened when you said Miss Kang was gone? I’m sorry.
Not alone in bites of the lips, but angry in the face, clearly unwilling to answer.
And I looked at the little dragon, not far away, and he stood straight, facing me side by side, not moving, and he was in a rush.
I coughed two times and whispered, “Don’t waste your time trying to find out what happened to her.” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon moved his lips and opened his mouth slowly.
Turns out, he went all the way to the East Side after Chon Li left, but the crowd was crowded and he was thin, and he lost him after half an hour.
He was on his way to the East Side to find someone, but when he found out that there was a demon somewhere, he immediately came and ran into us.
We were temporarily housed in a Buddhist temple, and the seriously wounded mortal was entrusted to the monks of the temple, who allegedly took half of their energy and lost their lives.
I took a sip of a cup of tea which I did not hand over alone, and moaned my voice: “So you did not see for yourself who took her away, right? I’m sorry.
Why can’t you even catch up with Kang Li’s weak girl? She disappeared inexplicably, perhaps on purpose, not to discover her anomaly — for example, she did not go to any cousins.
“You don’t believe me?” I’m sorry.
I pressed my stomach without a trace, without knowledge, numbness, as if it were a stone.
Forget it, it doesn’t hurt.
And he comforted himself, and I took care of the situation at hand: “Let me speak straight and not disbelieve in you, but in her.” I’m sorry.
Then I told him what was wrong with Chon Li, and I saw her combing her hair in the middle of the night.
I tried to explain, “Liang, with all due respect, Ms. Kang had only asked us to escort her to Changzhou City, and now she’s here. Whatever she’s going to do, wherever she goes and what she’s doing, it’s none of our business, and you can’t control her forever, can you? I’m sorry.
After a while, he turned to me and said, “Ishire, we’ve gone so far, leaving the mirrors, saving Saiyun and Dr. Lee, and now leaving the world, you’re making decisions, big and small, and I’m not going to say it, and I haven’t even refuted you. You’ve always been kind, you’ve given your life to a stranger. Why don’t you just take care of Kang Li? I’m sorry.
You don’t just stand up and argue.
I grabbed him in the arm, and he pressed him down, and whispered, “Let him speak, and these things should be clear.” I’m sorry.
Little Ronton, it seemed a little uncomfortable, but said, “I guess you forgot that at first you and I had nothing to do with it, but we didn’t leave you alone. I’m sorry.
I looked up to him and his face was very serious, and he seemed to think that way, not angry.
In my eyes, I’ve always known more than I am, but I’m still pure and sometimes as stupid as I am.
I didn’t know he’d think so much.
Although there were some injuries, he seemed to have a good reason to think about them.
I was silent for a while, and I was careful to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t take into account your feelings for Ms. Kang. You’re right, we didn’t have anything to do with it from the start. Thank you for being so tolerant. I’m sorry.
Don’t hold my hand alone.
I looked directly at Bruce and went on to say, “But I can assure you that I have no evil against you at all, and that whoever saves me, I will risk my life. Can you guarantee that Ms. Kang will do the same?” I’m sorry.
In fact, when I came out of the mirror ruins, I really died for them.
He turned away from me, and then seemed determined, and confronted me: “I can, if she has a problem, I will pay you my life.” I’m sorry.
And We leaned on the pillars of the bed, weary, and We closed our eyes gently: “I do not want anyone’s life; I just want everyone to live.” I’m sorry.
“Do you feel sick?” I’m sorry.
“Good. I shake my head and open my eyes again, and the question is, how are we going to find her? I’m sorry.
“I can find her…”
And then I don’t know where to find a hair, “This is a hair that she accidentally dropped, and that can be found through it, just for a little bit of time, and I need someone to protect me.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I realized his face was just like me, and he was the kind of person who couldn’t hide his heart, so I said, “How did you keep it until now when she lost her hair?” I’m sorry.
Little Lung, I can’t say anything, just a little red.
Then, the little dragon spits out a cloud of black fog from his mouth, and the hair is emptied, and it burns automatically at the moment of exposure to the cold, cold fog, except that the flames are black.
Her hair burned very slowly, her eyes closed, her face was so serious, she had a magic trick in her hand, and she had words in her mouth.
Looks like it’s gonna take a while.
I was thinking of not being hurt by the ogre alone, but looking at his face and arm without a scratch, I asked, “Are you okay? I’m sorry.
“Mmm-hmm! I’ve got a tail. Just a second! *He pushes his head and then he gets a little upset, and he says, *It’s just that all his clothes are broken, you can’t wear them, you can only wear your pajamas *
I just found out that he was wearing a pyjamas, and that he was alive with a shiny chicken leg on his chest.
“Ah…” I feel familiar with this beautiful embroidery, and I think while I’m thinking, and I say, “Why don’t I ask for two robes for you?” I’m sorry.
“It tickles, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” He smiles, he hides from my hand, and pulls it up, and presses my hand on his chest, “So touch it, don’t move. I’m sorry.
How do you feel if you don’t move? I felt the warm, strong body under my finger in the single shirt, and I couldn’t help but squeeze my finger.
“Who gave you chicken legs?”
“Little Dragon. * Don’t take my hand off alone * Can you just bend your back? Does it hurt? I’m sorry.
I’m still in my mind and I don’t care if my head shakes: “No pain.” I’m sorry.
Bruce can embroidery, and she’s got a good job. Have I seen something like that somewhere?
My eyes consciously moved towards the little dragon, whose hair burned to its head, and it opened its eyes suddenly, and its eyes bled, while the black flame burst, so that he could react quickly and escape.
“Well, did you find it?” I asked.
Little Dragon is breathing, and he looks suspicious.
I sensed something wrong, I lifted the covers off the bed and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Jae-in went to Little Dragon, put his hand on his shoulder and put him in good shape.
Little dragon shakes her head, and it seems as if she can’t believe that she’s here. I’m sorry.
Not alone, “Aah?”
Little Dragon adds: “And many people around her, many people… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I’m sorry.
We’re face-to-face. There’s a lot of people around here?
But this long night is silent, and the pedestrian shop is closed, and the temple is quiet.
At this point, there suddenly came a cry from outside the house, which was so sad and sore that people listened to it.
Then the lights jumped in the house, and it went out.
Outside the window, the woman’s voice came: “Ah, they found it. I’m sorry.
It’s a little familiar.
Dragon reacts very quickly, lifting the sword, picking out the windows and half-slashing the blade.
The window was half open, but it was empty.
“Is it Chon Li?” does not ask alone.
I shake my head, “No. I’m sorry.
The voice of Chon-Li was soft and calm, and the voice of the woman, though sweet, was filled with evil.
“Don’t go out there, it’s heavy outside. I’m sorry.
Little Dragon took a look at the window and saw something and suddenly shouted, “Kang Li!” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m talking about.
In the end, it was a little late, and he left the house at once, chasing after something.
The next moment, a panicful cry sounded: “Help! Help! I’m sorry.
This cry is far and near, but it is indeed the voice of Chon Li, but the voice that has always been so quiet is shaking and full of fear.
“Oh, shit! I’m in a hurry, “How come Kang Li’s been arrested and caught?” I’m sorry.
“Little stone, you go. “I don’t feel well. It’s a killing. I’m sorry.
I’m confused. I’m sorry.
“As for your killing.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly a monster came and blew the windows.
Not alone in the window, listening in the ear, dying out there, not even the voice of Bruce.
His eyes shine in the darkness, and it is like substance, and it can almost come out.
And his arms and shoulders were tight, he was still moving, even breathing softly, like a silent stone.
It’s completely on alert.
Invisiblely standing in front of me, wearing the hood and covering his face.
I feel the atmosphere of strangulation, so I blink.
In a single moment, the window was smashed from the outside without a single bulge, with half a circle of hands drawn out, and the air was filled with spirits and a shield that blocked the attack.
This is not over, not to jump up and down, to hit the attackers with the shield.
A slight sound, but a broken body.
Blood and flesh were splattered, some on the clothing and face.
The window was broken and the fainting outside leaked.
There’s a crow on the ground.
The crow, with a large head, can still see the point of the claw, even though it’s already fuzzy.
I almost missed it.
“…damn. “This is my last clean dress.” I’m sorry.
He looked at it and looked at it, and he looked at it, and he said, “Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
He walked over and looked at the dead crow, and groaned: “Let’s get out of here and run for our lives.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Why?” Is this thing amazing? I’m sorry.
It’s not my fault, it’s mostly not alone. It’s too easy.
“It’s not that bad…” He’s looking out at her. I’m sorry.
29
In this situation, we have no choice but to go out, even if it’s full of ghosts.
We left the temple, looked up a little bit, and we could see the far high tower.
And did not look on his face for half a day and ask, “Did the man we met outside the city jump off this tower?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, held his hand and followed the footsteps of Cain.
The pagodas are planted in the pagoda, the moon above them is dazed, and they travel between the shadows of the moon and the shadows of the trees, and they teach people to discern reality and fiction, as if the boundaries were blurred.
But the silence around it, unlike the imaginary killing machine, seems to be peaceful.
Looks like the bird was just sent to look into the situation.
I said, “What do you mean, you just said it was against us? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
“Ah?” I’m sorry.
“All I know is a feeling, an expectation of the future. But all things change at any time, and the first moment of knowledge may turn into a mistake at the next moment, do you understand? I’m sorry.
And I became more confused, and said not suddenly: “I understand that you are a fortune-teller, but you are not sure.” I’m sorry.
“No one can count. “All is under heaven.” I’m sorry.
And he said to Us, “Small stones, the mark on you has been broken, and evil has been done to one another. When you are given a mighty power, you will surely bring forth a stronger enemy.” I’m sorry.
Then I asked, “How do I know who the enemy is?” I’m sorry.
“Hear with your heart, you can hear the sound of a grass and a tree, that is your power.” I’m sorry.
The trees were becoming thicker and the air was getting colder, and when he said that, he was almost in the same shape as the night.
Listen? Listen to what?
While I was thinking, I was listening to myself, and the night was passing through the tree, blowing a small sound, as if there were potential whispers.
Nothing weird.
I was about to say, “I can’t hear you…”
All of a sudden, I sensed something, I was sweaty, I was cold, I felt danger before I knew it, and I said, “run!” I’m sorry.
But it’s too late.
There was a pair of red eyes in the leaves, and the whole forest was immediately covered in a dim blood color, and even the night fog was red.
Not all alone whispered, “Aah…”
At this very moment, a huge crow strung out of a tree and came at us.
And the bells of the trees were so thin that the bells were hanging on their heads, like a stabbing machetes, waiting long.
Turns out, these crows have been crouching in trees, hiding silently, waiting for us to enter their siege.
It is now a dilemma.
There are too many crows, and we’re dealing with them at first, but gradually we can only fight and retreat.
It is as if it were a crow, without an entity, and the body of flesh and blood became ash and a new crow was born in endless ashes.
And the black feathers of the sky fall, and cry out, and the beaks are like blades, and take away a large part of man’s flesh and flesh at once, not with their arms alone, with tears in their eyes, and a drop of blood flows down to his fingertips.
I said, “No, I’m not alone. I’m sorry.
Curiously, the crows are only on their own, and they don’t care about me or Jae-in, as if they were under some special order.
Instead of being hurt alone, he went out of his way, and he put his hands on his claws, he ripped a crack in the black crows, and he reached out and grabbed me, and he said, “You go first, I will…”
It was not in time for me to say that a strong wind had sent me out of the crack, and as soon as I left, it was filled with new black feathers.
Only occasionally can he see the light of no mercy in the cracks. He had already seen the crows coming for him, so he led them further away.
Not alone! I was on my way, and suddenly there was a mist in front of me, and it was full of the sky, red, glamorous eyes.
What’s this?
I only had time to say that, and I fell softly.
With a radiant red flower in her hand, the face of the girl also rises to the radiant red.
She grew up in a green house from a young age, and was used to men throwing silver and gold, but fell for this unnamed flower.
“Do you really like me? I’m sorry.
“Naturally, a man can’t catch up. I’m sorry.
She did.
After all, he was full of poetry, sex like a clear wind, and even a sign of love was no more polite than a little bit more.
In her view, such a person could be trusted and even respected.
So she gave her first night to him, with no part, and in her heart, this night was not love, but love.
Later, she was lying under different men, laughing to please her in exchange for money, thinking of saving her money as soon as possible to redeem herself.
In the end, she carried the scabs of the old man and handed over the silver with her blood and tears in exchange for a free body.
She’s got nothing left and she’s in pain, but she can finally walk to him without hindrance.
But the man who was humbled and humbled forgot her.
He became a natural, unstoppable, and passed by the horsehouse, and was thrown by the lady of the city.
Who will remember the promises made to a prostitute?
But she didn’t like it… at least, at least ask.
Did you ever say you really liked me?
As a result, she went up, the crowd was crowded, and she fell and climbed and fell.
The palms were broken, the clothes were torn, and even the remaining silver blades were removed.
He finally noticed her, Lemar.
She rekindled her expectations and looked at him on the ground.
“It’s you. He looked closely at her and recognized her, but did not wait for her to show up. He said, “Stand down the street, the people of the ninth rank are not allowed to come near, so that they don’t listen, and go away.” I’m sorry.
After that, he left.
The horses and the feet are soft, and they’re on the ground.
She stood still and remained in a position of crumbling, with a tear in her eyes and a delay in falling.
A red flower appeared in front of you, but unfortunately it was trampled by horses.
And she was in the middle of it, knowing that the world was cruel, and that when she grew old, all love would be in vain.
But at least she was loved.
And his tone was so modest that she finally understood that even that sentence was false.
From the beginning to the end, only she took it seriously.
She hanged herself under an old tree with a red flower in her mouth.
And it is in the wilderness, and in the end it rots, and there is only one head on a rope.
I watched it all.
“When I was a girl, my parents sold me to a blind old man as a daughter-in-law, and then they went hungry, and the blind old man replaced me with a bag of rice, and I was almost eaten as food and then I ran and slept in a dead man’s coffin at night and fell down on the side of the road and was picked up. I’m sorry.
She talks while she puts red flowers in her mouth and chews them hard.
“The world has abandoned me and trampled upon me, and I thought there was at least one person, and one word was true, and I could be loved by just a little bit of love, even if it was just a word. I’m sorry.
Her words were vague, intermittent and, finally, her lips were bleeding out of juice — that’s chewed flowers.
The long hair came to me and dragged me into the depths of the water, and a pale face stood before me.
“Don’t I deserve to be loved? I’m sorry.
“A little, no?”
The gravy of blood melted into the water, like a mist of blood, completely overshadowed my sight.
And it was a pitiful self-pity, which became animosity to the heavens, after years and death.
I recognize her. She’s the ogre who should have died.
“Why are you still alive?” he asked. I’m sorry.
Strangely, I feel like I’m being isolated by the waves, knowing that I’m not alone, that Bruce and Kang Li are missing, but at this point I am not in a state of little anxiety.
Where’s Nagato? Where did he go?
“Live?” And she smiled, and her face got more twisted, and she said, “How could I be alive? I can’t die anymore what you see. I’m just a body. I’m sorry.
And I looked at her, and there was a guess in my heart: “Why do you keep me here while you know you can’t kill me?” I’m sorry.
She didn’t go around in circles, and she said, “Well, half a time, the ghost mother wants me to trap you for half a hour. Do you know what a ghost is? I’m sorry.
I’m not going to answer it. She came up to me and said, “The mother of all ghosts.” We’re all attached to her bones, and she says what she says, and we do what she says, and she swallows it when a flag-player fails. I’m sorry.
And I sprung, and I remembered, at the very beginning, the enemy in the town who was manipulating the cunt, remembering that he had escaped.
“I can’t follow him, so you…”
The ogre is still talking.
And suddenly I said, “King Li, right?”
She shuts up and stares at me.
And I looked back without turning back, and asked, “Are you saying that the ghost mother is Chon Li, or that she has a different name, but she has been with us, right?” I’m sorry.
That’s not what I said! “The ogre shouts, hides far away, blinds her eyes, and talks like crazy, “You guessed it! Godmother doesn’t want us to talk, tell us to shut up! I knew she wanted to eat nine tails alone, if the Lord knew she knew and didn’t report…”
She stopped.
Then he raised his face, and he smiled like water, and his voice filled with the shadows of joy: “If the Lord knew, He would surely send her to hell, and she would burn day and night, dispersing her soul.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Yes, I thought you had a good relationship. I’m sorry.
“Friends, you’re stupid…” The ogre would go around her finger, “We depend on her, and she’s the best without her.” I’m sorry.
As if I were to say, “Oh, don’t you have a Lord? Does he not care about you?” I’m sorry.
“The Lord is only responsible for fertilizing the ghost mother, and with her there are the ghosts that are with us. He doesn’t care who the ghost is. “I haven’t talked to anyone like that in a long time, why don’t you come and play with us? I’m sorry.
“No way. * I shake and shake *
She was a little upset, “Why?” I’m sorry.
“Because of me,” I said, “I don’t like to be a ghost,” and I opened her hand. I’m sorry.
She didn’t react and took a conscious look at my hands — I just touched a broken bone, cut my skin with a sharper side.
But it took me a while. The bones are too thin to be broken.
The red blood flowed with a little bit of gold and punctured the infinite waters.
She screamed: “No! I’m sorry.
She’s got her hair around me, and there’s so many shadows coming at me.
None of this will help.
The golden light, like the sun, has broken through the sky, pierced the clouds and dispersed the face of the ogre.
I know she’s not really gone, as long as the ghost mother… as long as Chon Li is still alive, the evil spirits will not calm down.
But at this time, as the power grows again, I feel only the last line left of the Buddha.
I opened my eyes and saw a scene that broke my heart.
A woman’s body is in the air, she can’t see her face and can only see her bald jaw — yes, she has no skin.
Her long hair spreads like a dark cloud, covering the sky, with a red flower in it.
Numerous black crows grow out of her long hair without being isolated from the tip of the pagoda, like a netted bird.
He was surrounded by black crows, bleeding, and his wounds could not heal.
I ran in the direction of the Buddha, but just halfway there was a crow with long beaks, full of fine teeth.
I cried out, “Not alone.” Get out of the way!”
However, the injured man had lost his ability to react, and he slowed down and, at that point, the crow had cut off his tail.
‘Aah! I’m sorry.
His figure shuddered at the tip of the tower and heard my voice, but he looked at me with difficulty and opened his mouth and said something.
I looked in the eye and saw his mouth: Go.
The black crows were still attacking him, and he resisted, but they were pecked. I could almost see the moment when his flesh was torn apart and the blood was splattered.
“Kang Li! “I’m in a hurry to get mad, and I can’t wait to bleed out.” I’m sorry.
The black crows, which were so noisy, stopped moving.
Do not kneel down on the roof, and hold in my arms the broken tail.
I went down the tower, but I couldn’t go up there, and he had the strength to come out and blinked at me down.
God knows his eyes are almost lost.
It may be that he was too badly injured and intoxicated and that his side of the face had some hidden black stripes, twisted and broken to make him look like a ghost.
“Oh, you already know.” I’m sorry.
That’s not Ginger’s voice at all.
I tried to calm down and talk to her: “It’s been you who’s been manipulating all this, and you’re trying to swallow up and take power from him. But I don’t understand why you have to come to Chuzhou. I’m sorry.
“You’re mistaken, and it’s my intention to come to Chuenzhou. She whispered, she had a dark face and only the jawbone was visible, “I just wanted to meet him. I’m sorry.
Her last words were light, with her dumb voice, as if a moment had passed by the night wind of the sand.
I thought about it, “You’re for Bruce?” Where is Bruce? Where is he now? I’m sorry.
And suddenly she laughed: “Where is my cousin?” I’m sorry.
At this time, the eastern neighbourhood of Chuzhou is outside a house.
Kang Li-hyun knocked on the door ring, behind her.
But after a long time, no one opened the door and the house was quiet.
Q: Are you sure this is your cousin’s house? I’m sorry.
Kang Li looked back at him, and he was covered in ash in his skirts, and he had a thin face like her willows.
And she took a microbrow: “I have not come to visit for a long time, but I have come as a child and will never be mistaken.” I’m sorry.
The little dragon came up and pushed the door, and who knows how close the door opened?
Chon Li seems a little surprised.
But there’s not much expression, as if it had been predicted: “Let’s go first.” I’m sorry.
Qiang lightly responded and followed him to the door, and his foot was like a flower.
There were lights throughout the house, but none saw.
Little Lung walked very slowly, and his hands were on his side, holding his fist, and he seemed struggling.
“The courtyard I lived in when I was a child is the same as the courtyard I was in.” I’m sorry.
The little dragons stopped as they woke up.
He looked up at the door of the courtyard in front of his eyes, and had three fine words on the counter: the plum house.
Chon Li also stopped and asked, “Why don’t you go? I’m sorry.
“Is this really your cousin’s house?” I’m sorry.
It was the first time he had questioned Chon Li in such a long time.
But Chon Li was still the one who stood still and asked, “Why?” I’m sorry.
But the little dragon said something unrelated: “I knew a little girl a long time ago. She was born ill, she was heartbroken, unnerved, and must rest.” I’m sorry.
“You’ve already said that. I’m sorry.
“The first time I saw her was in the summer, I took a nap in the tree and tried to stretch out my laziness, but…” he turned his head and looked at her eyes, and said, “But by accident, she was playing chess with the next man in the tree, and she was so scared and she was sore and her heart was sore. I’m sorry.
Chon Li didn’t interrupt him. Listen quietly.
“I was going to hide, but I couldn’t bear to save her. Then she didn’t fear me at all, prepared me some tea, waited every afternoon for me to have tea and taught me chess, reading and even embroidery.
“Because of her bad health, she was always alone in the house, especially listening to what I said outside, and she was very, very happy.
“So, after several years, she reached the age of marriage and married an old man she had never seen to fill a house. Her parents believed that, although older, the family was powerful and able to maintain her body. But she said she wanted to leave with me, even if she died outside.
“But I didn’t know what she meant at the time, but I just thought she was a body like this, and it was easy to die outside. So I made an appointment to pick her up the night after 10 days, but I didn’t go. I’m sorry.
She whispered about the memory, when he first came to the world from the mountains and met a little girl and made a promise with her for ten days.
He asked for help, and in the world of demons there was a weed called gushing, and he ate something that he could fix and heal, and that he would not normally have used until the beginning.
Maybe it’ll work on her heart disease.
He went to the world of demons, found the hill all the way and was taken into the mirrors.
For more than 200 years, we have never seen each other again.
“Do you know why she was so scared the first time she saw me? I’m sorry.
Qianli looked at him and showed some insolence in her tender eyes, but she laughed, “Why? I’m sorry.
“Because I’m a snake.”
How can a little girl not be afraid when she plays chess by herself and sees a lazy little white snake?
“Oh, yeah?” Smile, “This is a funny story. I’m sorry.
She’s not confessing, she’s just maintaining a disguise that we all know.
Little Lung looked back at the plum house, where he spent many years.
It’s not really Kang Li’s cousin’s house, it’s her home — once.
“I’ve always hoped it was you and I was afraid it was you. I’m sorry.
I hope Kang Li is the little girl so he can still make up for it.
And he finally understood why he was in the mood of being with her in a small yard, talking and playing chess and doing whatever she could.
But if it’s Kang Li, this girl is no longer that little girl.
Her face is still so young and beautiful that there is no sign of old age.
He had to face a fact — details that had long been discovered but had been deliberately ignored, reminders from his partners — that Kang Li was no longer human.
Little Dragon smiled softly, and he showed his original face, with red pupils with white hair and cold and cold, as the Jade Mountain rises.
And he cut a knife in his own heart: “I don’t know what happened to you after that. Perhaps you complain that I didn’t make the appointment, but…”
At last, Chon Li is moving and there is a crack in the perfect smile.
She watched the dragon strip the flesh out of it and pulled a herbal herb from it — the leaves covered in purple light and very alive.
“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He lifted up one of her hands and put it into her hand, which he fed with his flesh and blood for more than a hundred years.
The fumes are short-lived and, if they cannot be used in one day, they must be energized. It’s not very rare, but he’s in the mirror. That’s the only one.
He also feared that the mirror ruins would not be suitable for twirling, so he simply planted it in his own heart — the most powerful place.
Although he knew that there was little hope, he was actually hoping that one day he would hand it over to her.
If he had not been injured by the demons at the time, he would not have been in a coma in an unsolved nest, much less brought into the mirrors.
They … don’t have to do this.
But looking back, it’s been missed.
Chon Li looked at this twirl in his hand, and his heart was empty, and his heart was frozen for a long time.
Little Dragon lifted up her face and left a blood-stained finger on her skin, and he looked at her deeply, and he blinked: “The medicine will work before it’s too early. I’m sorry.
Chon Li’s face is completely gone.
She’s like a piece of paper, and there’s a death in her, like this big house, which looks like a light, and it’s really boring.
Then, after a while, she laughed: “As a coincidence, I have heard the second half of your story. I’m sorry.
The night the little girl got married, she found out that the old man was dead.
She’s married to her own.
She was kept alive in a coffin, lying next to a body that had begun to rot and stink, scratching the coffin, scratching her fingernails and leaving a brutal blood stain.
Scary cry, no response.
Until she died, she remembered his name in the hope that he would fall like a warrior and save her between life and death.
Later, her parents found out about the incident, cried and immediately sued each other for fraud and murder.
The result, however, was that her parents had falsely accused her of having been exiled because her family was large.
Her poor parents died half way back.
Her own suffering would not make her a demon, and it was wrong in the world that she died.
“Wasn’t this a bad day?” She strung out of her fingertips, cooled blood, smiled at her lips, and said, “It was heaven’s will. I’m sorry.
Little Dragon’s story is suffocating, and he never thought it would end so badly.
A tear slipped to his face, he held her, and his voice trembled: “You know what? Her maiden name is Lynn. I’m sorry.
“I’m not Kang Lee. “I’m not Kang Li, I’m Ling Ling. I’m sorry.
Black crows are moving again.
I reached out on the roof, “Get down! “I know that you are being manipulated by your Lord, that we can rescue you and find your bones and free you.” I’m sorry.
A tear of blood fell from the lower cheeks of the ghost mother Lin, but her voice was calm: “You are naive, you have no idea what the man is like.” If I swallow nine tails, I’ll be free. I’m sorry.
The next moment, when the sky and the earth are torn apart, the flowers and the black crows are torn apart, and they are to be buried in layers.
I finally made up my mind, tearing open the heart of the palms with my teeth, bleeding, and I didn’t wrinkle my eyebrow.
Listen, I want to listen.
I closed my eyes.
Blood fell on the ground, permeating the soil, and I heard some life whispering under the ground.
Poor, poor…
Help her…
The smell of Wind is back!
It’s Wind!
The whisper became clear, and I felt a sense of joy.
I can still see, though I close my eyes, that the earth is broken around me, the trees are in the sky, and the leaves are in each leaf, and every leaf is radiant and radiant.
This is the anger of all things, and the joy of the smoke, and the groaning around.
It’s the power of the legendary Queen Mother.
Live and die, and go back and forth.
Life is better than death.
The ghost’s carcasses were washed up by the power of fabricated force, which reduced many, and countless branches of trees began to gush towards her, touching the leaves softly, the black crows dispersed and the red flowers fell.
I slowly opened my eyes.
And this is only the end, and the heavens and the earth have changed in Our sight.
Everything, whether stone or grass, has its own unique breath.
I can see, feel, hear.
Just one thought, and I can hear the most secret message.
Help me!
“Don’t die! Don’t! I’m sorry.
He’s dead! I’m sorry.
…many loud and screeching cries came from her, and even some were running away.
“Your power…” and she stopped, as if she didn’t care that she was hurt, staring at me.
And then there was a relaxation of the offensive, and as I was about to do it, a white light flashed and cut off the long hair of the ripping.
“Is it you?” I’m sorry.
A man comes here with his own hand.
He holds his sword and will not give it to me alone, turning his back on her face.
I was quick to focus on the cure.
The little dragon saw the ghost’s mother, without the colour of fear, but with a sad face.
She knew she was gone and stopped the attack.
“I can’t eat nine tails. Someone can. Her long hair seems to be alive, and she climbs back and forth a little, “Thank you, I haven’t told the man about this. I’m sorry.
She looked at me, “You better run faster.” I’m sorry.
“Lynn, come with me, I… we can go wherever you want now, wherever you want.” I’m sorry.
But she just shakes her head, lifts her finger and caresssss her hair, and it’s gentle and like the usual Ginger.
“Me and you are not now. “I’ve had enough of the days of being trapped, and after I’ve died, I’ve had enough of this. I’m sorry.
Bruce realized something: “No, don’t… hold on, please…”
Give me a chance.
But it’s really, really late.
One step later.
Ten days late.
Two hundred years late.
“Come on, he’s coming. I’m sorry.
The imprint of a prisoner was branded on her ribs and flashed into the sky, and it went out for a long time.
We then watched as the bones of a blood-stained smug dress dislodged a little bit, and it didn’t help how little dragon could reach his hand and hold it.
The dot passes through his fingertips, like every moment that was with him.
She left him nothing.
Except for a handkerchief that fell — and I remember at this point that the embroidery that I saw on that handkerchief was exactly the same as the thighs of a chicken in a nightgown.
And the corner of the handkerchief was only a thin red-eyed white snake.
Little Dragon picks up his handkerchief and sees the little snake.
It’s the only handkerchief that you’ve learned to embroidery for her.
The only one was because he thought it was too much trouble, and she begged so much to embroidery a simple little white snake.
And what was the expression she received?
He reminiscent, but he was always blurry.
“I’m sorry, I missed my appointment. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
