How do you re-write Zhuang Moon into a novel?

How do you re-write Zhuang Moon into a novel? – What?

The hyena swayed and pushed the door, the veil rolled, and the red bed was two familiar images, one of the fiancés who was to marry her tomorrow, and the other of the poor woman she had saved a year ago.

“The Moon Cage: The Scum and the Jade Rabbit Run.”

One.

The towers are shaking and pushing the door open.

And it is in the eyes that the veils roll, and the tatters of the beads are interwoven with the twilight couches, and there is noise, and the shadows are more than a glimpse of the two familiar faces on the couches.

“You… you…”

Her eyes were filled with tears, her lips were covered and she watched the scene unbelievably.

The posterior rises unheeded, twirling over the body, with no half of the panic found on the face of the moon.

He looked at her with a cold look, and the light lips opened:

“As you can see, I’ve fallen in love with the time. I’m sorry.

And when the sky lays in the shadows, with no bones, and the eyes shine,

“I’m sorry, sister, but my brother and I truly love each other, so let’s do it.” I’m sorry.

A hum in the head, and the blood pours all over his head.

She watched with her eyes full of blood, one of her fiancés, who was about to marry her tomorrow, and one of her poor women who had been rescued a year earlier.

She’s really… drawing wolves into the room!

The twilight dwindled, the tavern lit bright, and a string of red lanterns swayed between the veils, shattering the eyes.

On the top of the table are the cuffs that fly, the lips that shine, the tunes that linger, and the fine.

“The warmth and the gruesome clouds shall grow tired of combing. I’m sorry.

Sitting at the corner, the wine bottle on the table turned upside down, and the leaking fluid wetted her sleeves.

She’s been in this tavern for two days.

The hyena looked up at the man who sang with the eyes, and the face was slightly red because of the heavy wine.

This song she once heard was the story of a poor, weak-hearted man who left his fiancée and lovers in bed.

It’s the first time I’ve heard it.

The turret with a strong sense of introspection, with no blood on its cheeks, squeezing the empty wine cup in its hands and shouting:

“Sir, give me 10 more cans of wine, as strong as possible. I’m sorry.

After the wine had been brought by the shop, the Quetta endured the heat of his throat and poured it into his throat.

I wonder how long it took, how much it was, how much it was drinking, how much alcohol was running around in the body, and the turrets felt their heads were starting to get dizzy and sore.

A few pieces of silver were drawn from her sleeve and placed on the table, and she stood up and was going to go upstairs to rest.

After a few steps, he was stopped by a obscurant face.

“Where are you going, little lady? Why don’t we hang out? I’m sorry.

He said he was restless to reach out to his face.

He’s sick of his head and he’s running away. I’m sorry.

She just opened her mouth and she felt a strange heat flow coming up and her face was white.

“How’s that wine, little beauty?” I’m sorry.

“You drugged me?” I’m sorry.

“Isn’t it obvious? “It’s true that there’s a lot of reason and even some complacency.

He said he’d put his mouth in front of her, and he wanted to lighten her up here.

The Qur’an, in a hurry, almost hated his teeth, fought, and, somehow, slapped him in the face.

“You bitch, dare hit me? I’m sorry.

The face fell down, and he scolded:

“I can see you as a blessing, so disrespectful, I can’t blame you! I’m sorry.

He raised his hand and was trying to strangle her, unaware that there was a strong wind coming behind him.

Following him, he flew out without control, slammed on the post behind him, spilled blood and fainted.

The Quil-e-Taunt breathed and looked around and found nothing.

Who is helping her?

The next second, the feeling of dizziness came back, and she was shaking and unconsciously holding the table.

Anyway, she decided to go upstairs and stay here is too dangerous.

After that, a dark shadow appeared in the vantage air, with a close eye on the past who fainted, and a strong killing was intended to gradually congregate in his eyes and his hands in his palms.

At a glance, it seemed like a suture had been sewn up, with a black light coming out of it, wrapped around him like a snake.

Then, with the sound of a bang, his whole body became so black that he disappeared.

The shadow pulls back and looks down towards the stairwell.

When the second inn hears movement, the shadow disappears, except for a light sentence.

The hyena drags its weak legs and falls and walks in the hallway of the tavern, sometimes with curious eyes.

Her house was set at the end of the corridor, and when she came to the door, she pushed the door, and what was in front of her began to become blurred, with her forehead covered in sweat.

He closed the door with his eyes closed, and the owl stood against the wall, but he found her on the back of the bed, standing on a man in a single dress!

And that man’s head is down and he’s untied!

“I’m in the wrong room.” I’m sorry.

Then she heard the man reply, “No.” I’m sorry.

At this point, the hyena feels a little bit hot, and the strange feeling is getting stronger.

The man on the other side seemed to have found her, too.

The Qur’an is on his head, and it comes to men with clear eyes.

She didn’t think he looked so good.

The thick eyelashes, the straight nostrils, and the bright lips, even if they stand still there, they are still splendoured, giving a sense of purrity.

At this point, these eyes are filled with tenderness and care, “Are you okay? I’m sorry.

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

The waist belts of the waist were loose and broken, and the clothes were half-open, moving, and in the dark, a great amount of spring.

The shrunk pupils, they breathed a little messy, and then a strong feeling came and she felt like a fire.

“You’re really okay.” I’m sorry.

The hyena was so sensitive that it appeared in its head that the hysteria and time were in harmony.

And then, suddenly, she started a nice smile on a man, “Do you have a wife and a child? I’m sorry.

The man wiles, and the lightness of his eyes falls on the petals of her lips.

The larynx rolled slightly, and he replied slowly but firmly:

“None. I’m sorry.

“What do you think of me?” I’m sorry.

The man didn’t react.

Little, a thin red on his ears and a red on his cheeks.

He looked at the tower, and his lips moved, and he was going to say something, and he couldn’t bear it.

She put the man on the bed, and the whole man put it up, and she breathed sharply, and the sound was a little sandy:

“I’ll be responsible for you. I’m sorry.

There was a smoke in the house, a plume of plume, and the fragrance of the fragrance was everywhere.

A glimpse of the light of the towers shows that the man’s fingers are so tight and thin, that he is too hard to read.

“You’re nervous. * The Qur’an bows its head and whispers in his ear *

A man’s body is shivering.

and slips gently into the thin underwear, and the hand of the tower swam slowly.

His skin was so cold that she pulled a layer of tremors.

“A little itchy…”

His voice is as plentiful as the emptiness of an empty mountain, and he is full of elegance, and he is bound by an undetectable mute.

The Queen’s eyes are dark, stop and stare at him.

From her point of view, the man’s handsome and purified face had a weak candle coming out of the account, and the thick eyelashes, like crows, had fallen down, half covered and somewhat blurred.

It was as if the turret had been made to draw near, and his lips fell upon his eyes, and he pecked.

The man touched her with a wet and hot touch and touched the place where she had been kissed with his hands up and looked away.

At this point, his shirt was in disarray, his cheeks were red, his collarbones and shoulders were slightly red, and his eyes were wet, like amber with fog.

Look at the look in the eye, it’s like something scratched the tip of the turret’s heart, and it’s getting faster.

She ripped the man’s shirt apart, but then the heart came with a sudden and severe pain, and then it covered the limbs and body parts.

He’s dead and he’s naked.

What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

The voices of men were heard, low, with concern, and there was still a twilight of confusion.

The tower shook its head, and that pain was only a moment away.

But how does he know his name?

She was a little confused and was about to ask, and at the next minute, a groan was suddenly spilling through her mouth, carrying a breath that would be empty.

She covered her lips and looked up at him.

It’s in my heart.

And the pain of that moment brought back a blemish of intelligence that was blinded by alcohol, and even if that feeling fell over the sea, she would no longer be able to act like the square and openly.

Some are fortunate, some are lost.

At a time when the battle between heaven and earth was taking place in the heart of the towers, the question was whether it was brave to go up, or whether it was brave to go up, the lips of the people were kissed in a sudden manner.

When her back was so tight, it spread all over her body.

The man was dazzled in a wet black eye, and was shy and focused.

“You can do whatever you want with me. I’m sorry.

So he appeared before her with tenderness and no harm, and did not turn away from her, and was slaughtered by an appointed man.

He looked at him and said “good.”

Then bravely jumped up.

Two.

When I woke up, the hyena felt sour and soft that it moved a little, sour and sour.

The subconscious touched it next to it, it was cold.

He… escaped?

In a quiet bed, the hyena sits up in a difficult manner, with its luminous eyes, holding on to its thin fingertips, and shattering up last night ‘ s scattered and confused memories.

She remembers that last night, at the most critical time, he leaned on his head and murmured by his earlids:

“Tell me to squirt. I’m sorry.

Then, while she’s empty, she rolls over her body, stomps her lips, and then she just floats and hums.

Thinking about it, the porcelain bites and the face is hot.

Why is he running?

Didn’t she say she’d be responsible for him?

At that time, there was a fluffy touch at the foot, and she looked down and was a white rabbit.

The rabbit had a clear lid on her eyes.

He blinked and suddenly remembered.

Last night, at the end of all this, she had her forehead sprawled with a few tatters wet by sweat, and her dark eyes were staring at her, with bright eyes and hot eyes.

“Remember, five years ago, you saved a rabbit from a trap in the woods? I’m sorry.

And she’s still in a state of shock, not remembering.

“I saved a lot of rabbits. Which one are you talking about? I’m sorry.

Words and glooms suddenly sank in the face and Zhubababa turned his back on his mouth, trying to say what he couldn’t say, making him look like he was in a tremor.

She thought about it and said:

“Did you say that rabbit bite me? I’m sorry.

# With a glare of glitter # I’m sorry.

It seemed a bit embarrassing, but it took a while to raise her head and explain to her:

“I… that rabbit wasn’t trying to bite you… It just thought you were going to hurt it…”

She’s too tired, she’s too sleepy, her eyes are so heavy.

It also shows that she was tired, her lips snuggled, softly kissed her eyes, the sound of her voice:

“You must have been angry and left without a head.” He saved his life, but he got a bite. I’m sorry.

The tower reclines in his arms, rubbing in his chest, and without notice dazzling,

“Yeah, but angry. So I didn’t come back very long. I’m sorry.

“You went back to get your medicine and tried to heal it.” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m just going back to get the guns and the sauce and I’m going to roast it. I’m sorry.

Hold her hand, and then hang there.

As if he didn’t notice anything, he put his head in his arms and his voice grew smaller:

“It’s a shame that when I went, it got away the short legs and ran fast. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The early morning sun came through a sculpturing window, and the ground was marked with a little bit of ablaze.

Until the sun shined a little bit, the tower finally pulled back to mind.

With her arms, her dark pupils looked at the rabbit who seemed to be trying to hide herself.

A little sarcasm, a little charade to the rabbit track:

“Smoke…”

The rabbit is all stiff.

“…is your master. I’m sorry.

Rabbits are like relaxing.

“You’re the one who’s doing it.”

The rabbits are strutting.

“…and stay with the love rabbit? I’m sorry.

The rabbit finally relieved.

He looked at it and suddenly reached out to his head.

It’s like it’s scared of her acting like she’s coming out of nowhere, and she’s walking backwards, and she’s in the corner shaking.

The peep’s horny, the eye’s soft.

“What are you hiding from? I won’t eat you. I’m sorry.

The rabbit looked at her red lips, and she had a nice face, and she was shaking even harder.

He stood up with the rabbit’s hair, and was so scared that he was still in the corner.

She’s already guessed that the rabbit’s a dork.

But now she finds it interesting to make him laugh and keep looking at him.

The rabbit looked at her, and she had a three-bit mouth, as if she was going to say something.

He finally decided to leave him alone.

“I’m actually…”

And right there, the door was banged.

The turret reacts very quickly to lift the covers, covering itself and the rabbit.

But there was an inch of white necks, and the blue marks on them showed the madness of last night.

The man who had just arrived saw it as a thunderstorm and felt only a twitch in the heart of the position where the whole person was standing.

And the woman who was next to her cried out, “Ah, sister, you’ve been gone all night for three days.

And then it’s like finding out that you’re saying the wrong thing.

Who is it? I’ll kill him! I’m sorry.

Men have red eyes, low voices like ghosts, gnawing teeth.

But the Qur’an was extremely calm, and his eyes were dark and bright, as two springs of cold water.

She smiled, “Who am I with? I’m sorry.

“Of course it matters! I am yours…”

Faced with the cynicism of the towers, the men stayed at once, their eyes were dimmed, and they seemed to be incomprehensible.

“I… I…”

He finally uttered the whole story, “If we can’t be husband and wife, I promised your father that I would protect you from any harm.” I’m sorry.

He looked at him in cold blood, the famous god of war – the queen.

The fiancé, who had said he would protect her for the rest of her life, fell on their wedding bed three days ago with a woman whom she considered to be her sister.

There is no explanation or confession, and indifference is as if she were a stranger.

And now she’s making this kind of love, and it makes her sick.

“Then you’re very well protected. I’m sorry.

He looked at him with a smile, but didn’t look at him.

“I thank you. I’m sorry.

After that, she shivered and looked at her in silence.

The air seemed to be condensed and his eyes were like a thousand words, but he couldn’t say it.

Then he took a breath, and the sound of the dumb whispered, “I want you to live well, believe it or not.” I’m sorry.

It’s like saying to her, it’s like saying to yourself, “I know it wasn’t your intention today. Don’t worry, I will not spare anyone who hurts you.” I’m sorry.

# The Queen’s # # # The Queen’s #

“Who said it wasn’t my intention? Men and women, it’s human nature. I’m just as happy with him as you were with him, so I couldn’t help it last night. I’m sorry.

“I’ve never heard of a man with whom you’ve had a feeling… ..

Can’t love at first sight? You broke my heart and thought I’d never fall in love with anyone else again, but I met him at the tavern. I’m sorry.

“I admired him, I liked him too much, and I wish I could marry him at once and say, last night, I forced him. I’m sorry.

And this is the place where the Qur’an looks in the eye, and if the sight is a glimpse of the marks on the neck of his own white neck, the thinness is raised, and a little shame is revealed.

“We said we’d get married next month and it’s because I really liked him. I’ve never felt this before, even with you.”

“Stop it. After that, he bit her in the teeth and broke her up and fell on her chest.

When the Quettas were unheard and the heart began to strangulate, she did not show any pain, but her cheeks were about to rise to a red faint,

“Perhaps I did not count you, but my sister’s admiration for your brother.” For him, it’s men and women who like it. I’m sorry.

He looked at him and looked like he was ashamed of himself.

“How else can I fall in love so easily when you fall in love with him? I’m sorry.

That’s what makes your face paleer.

And his thin lips trembled, and his fingers were drawn to his side and loosed, and he looked away from her. Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu

And he looked at the Qur’an in depth, and looked at her after her fine, red face had wandered, and then pursued her and left.

Quiet in the house for a moment.

After the two men left, the Zhui-eun closed his mouth and his black eyes gradually lost their glory.

Something has been drilled out of the nest, showing a soft patch.

He looked down, saw the rabbit look up, and looked at her in the dark.

“Squeak. I’m sorry.

“Speak humanly. I’m sorry.

“Don’t cry. “The sound of a man’s voice is just like the cock of spring and night, so soft and magnetic, and gives people a sense of security.

But it’s from a rabbit.

After a moment of silence, the rabbit reacted immediately and had just unwittingly revealed his identity and had to fall down on his head.

Then he raised his head and moved to the turret with his claws pulling her cuffs.

“I’m sorry, I lied to you. I’m just an idiot. “A voice full of apologies and pitiful voices, with a blinking eye.

He couldn’t help but touch his head and touch her with soft hands.

Isn’t she cute?

“Why have you become so shy? I’m sorry.

Then he said, “No,” and suddenly turned himself, with his back to the turret, and he moved without moving.

I’m here to strengthen this assumption.

She’s trying to make a good laugh at the shy, low, boring sound of the rabbit coming from over there:

“because of the excessive physical effort…”

“Oh, it’s because of the physical effort.”

Shut up.

The face is red.

3

The crowds are crowded in the streets, on both sides of the street, and the traders are poaching and selling, and they’re ferocious.

The turret raised its head slowly and looked at a crowd of people, touching it on the head of the rabbit with a fine white china finger, and flashing in the dark eye.

Her father was a loyal general of the Qing Kingdom, who died in a battle to defend her country and entrusted her with a marriage contract, and for that reason she had been living in the capital.

She’s having an affair with the hindmost, and naturally she can’t go back.

At this point, the scent of food in the winehouse just a few miles away was spilled and the whole street was covered.

The hyena touched his empty purse and his face was empty.

Now she has no money to feed herself.

He looked down, looked at the rabbit in his arms, and his eyes blinked.

He said that it would take at least 10 days for him to recover his powers and to disfigure himself, and that he would only be a rabbit on those 10 days.

As long ago as the hyena touched the bag, it felt a crisis.

And now he’s looking at him with such a complex look.

“When I was a rabbit, I only ate grass. I’m sorry.

Otherwise, it means he doesn’t need money.

“Do you have any silver on you?

How could she have forgotten that she was responsible for him and that she was responsible for making money for her family?

And listen to the words of the platinum. He eats only grass when he’s in shape, and is poor enough to eat even rabbit food!

What a tragedy.

Did he say anything wrong when he turned his head upside down and noticed that his eyes were getting more and more gruesome and more complex?

A pair of frightful, fury little claws lifted up and seemed nowhere to be laid, and then, after a moment, they imperviously squeezed into the arms of the euphoria and held her firmly with their claws.

A little head and a little head.

“You don’t want me. I’m sorry.

When the hyena moves in its heart, its long eyelashes shivers, slowly lifts up, and shows the clitoris of water.

She paused a little, raised her hand to the back, causing him to tremble.

It’s soft, it’s soft, it sounds soft, but it’s like it’s a little bit of shame and bite.

“Get your paws off my chest first…”

It’s just a flash, it feels red in its ears.

He slowly recovered his claws, whispering, “I didn’t mean it…”

She also had some red faces and, although she had done what she had to and should not have done last night, it was clearly medical in nature, at a time when she was ashamed of herself.

She looked into his eyes and said nothing.

For a long time in the streets, the Quaqun found himself nowhere to go.

But to get her back in the background and face those two disgusting faces, it would be better for her to sleep in the street.

It’s not bad to sleep in the streets. She’s not so sweet when she used to go to war as a medic.

It’s just that she has to suffer with her incompetence.

You can’t suffer any more than that.

Until the night comes, and the eyes of the Qur’an shall be dim, and their hands shall be drawn from the hair of the hair.

Without the fetters, the ink’s long hair pours down, and the wind flies in the middle of the night.

And the tower bows its head, and its bells are warm, made of a fine sculpture, and in the night is a clear light.

When I remembered that my back and back, though still cold on her face, my hands were very gentle for her, and my hands were stuck on her head, and the hands of the owl were shaking.

She really doesn’t get it. All those years of friendship can’t be worth a year?

# I’m sorry #

“If you can’t leave…”

“Whoever says I can’t leave, it’s important to fill my stomach and settle his accommodation, or to have a beak, I can tell.” I’m sorry.

“You know that’s not what I mean. I saw you wear that. If it’s just an ordinary bead, why bring it on? You haven’t had parents since you were a kid, and I’m afraid it means a lot to you. I’m sorry.

Quil-eun is silent.

Close your eyes, a little tired,

“That’s a gift from the queen.” He said, “When we are married, he will wear my hair and make up for me day and day and day, and will spend the rest of his life with him, I’m sorry.

It’s a quick reaction, “So sell it. I’m sorry.

The cyborg picks up the abdomen, and can’t be too careful about the stinging.

She’s squeezing, looking around, trying to get a pawn shop to sell it.

At this point, when the heads of the signboards were raised on the side of the market near the gate, two pawns stood on both sides of the signboard, one of them reading:

“As commanded by the queen of the gods of war, there is now a snake-scavenging, and the snake-scavenging, deceptive, demagogic, and innocent people have been made to suffer from it, and we are hereby commanded to read the signs, to remind you that nothing should be done to leave the house, and that the snake-scaved has been accidentally poisoned. I’m sorry.

After the man had spoken, there was a buzzing talk.

“How can you fix snakes again? Didn’t you say five years ago that the snake had broken the seal and lost all power when he came out of Toyako? How did you recover so soon? I’m sorry.

A lady with a basket says:

“Yes, not only did Master Mon’s son suffer, but even the girl was poisoned with snakes in the palace, but it is still unknown. I’m sorry.

They heard the words of a snake, a buzzing sound in the head, a blank, and they couldn’t even hear their conversations behind them.

Five years, it’s still back.

At that time, when 10 suns suddenly appeared in the sky, the demons took the opportunity to send six demons headed by snakes to attack the human world.

And the heavens and the earth will change in a second, and the wind will surge.

The Emperor of the Queen of the Queens of War sent the queen of war against him, who defeated the Five Demons in the hope that he would be defeated, but he was able to suppress him in the face of the pits and the snakes.

It was at that point that the Qu ‘ an arrived in time with her father ‘ s left-over voodoo, and the snake was sealed in Toyako Lake with the latter.

The posterior also shot ten suns at nine, using the Red Lotus bow given by Western Mother.

The disaster was put to a temporary end, and the battle was later described as the scourge of snake repair.

However, they all know that snake repair is so powerful that they can do their best to seal him under the Toyako lake for the time being.

And it will come to pass one day that the revealed snake will return, and will avenge this day.

However, it was not anticipated that in only one year the snake repairer had broken the seal and escaped from the bottom of the lake.

Then news came to them that the snakes were defeated, that they were not worthy of being left-handed, and were driven out of their land by the river.

But seeing that he did not appear in the world, he must have been afraid to appear because he had broken the seal.

It was not expected that, in only five years, the repair of the snakes would regain its power, and it seemed that the world would not be as peaceful as ever.

“It’s a shame you two don’t match, he doesn’t deserve you! I’m sorry.

The sound of rage and anger pulled back her mind.

“Oh, what’s the match? Who doesn’t deserve?”

When he looked down on his eyes, he buried his head in her arms and said nothing.

It’s a blindfold, but it’s red in the eyes, and it’s a feeling that it’s wrong.

She coughed and asked the first two people who were talking, “Are you talking about the snakes?” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.

I’m so ashamed to show my hands, and my eyes shine with gossip.

“I whisper to you, “Don’t tell anyone, we’re talking about the god of war and his fiancée Zhuar, and about the affairs of Sanyang when he stepped in.” I’m sorry.

Eating a melon and eating a turret over his head:

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

Looks like he’s getting mad again.

My lady’s eyes are getting brighter. I’m sorry.

I’ll say it again without waiting for her to speak.

“It was a poor woman who had been rescued from the mountain a year ago by the Qupta.” Seeing a weak woman with no one left her in the palace of war, I didn’t know how green it was. I’m sorry.

“It’s no big deal to take a concubine from a god of war, who knows that the Quaqun will not serve a man with him, and has left the palace of war without knowing where to go. That’s great. That was cheap. I’m sorry.

After saying that, I can’t help but wonder:

“How are you feeling since you were young?” They’re a great fighter, a two-man who’s good at medicine and who’s good at it. I’m sorry.

After listening to me, she’s laughing, and she’s finally getting so angry.

She opened her mouth and was trying to appease the jealous rabbit but saw that the mosaic had been sorted out, with a strong head up and in the eyes of the tower.

“That’s all in the past. Aren’t we going to be a monkey? Now go. I’m sorry.

“No more.” I’m sorry.

‘The Que-e-ah, do you want to save the Qu-e-ah?’ I’m sorry.

A moment later, the brows jumped:

“What are you talking about? It is none of my business to die and live. My goodness is not for those who have wronged me.” I’m sorry.

“That…”

And when the Qur’an pulls its loosed hair into its ears, it tears down the unseemly sign on the left of the signboard a few steps ahead, and scoffs a smile,

“Of course it’s for us to make money. No, gold. I’m sorry.

I heard the word “we” in my head, and I felt like there was no reason for it.

But he was also a little confused about the words of the Qupta, and a little glimpse.

Only the sign says:

And if any man can heal the poison of a snake in the body of the Two Houses, he shall give it with all the gold, and he shall not give up his word.

4

Speaking of which, it’s called the first rich country.

The Mon family has been doing business for generations, and the business is spread across the river, north and south.

Master Mon has two children on his knees, and he is a man of his name, a man of his name, and he is a man of his name.

The second son is a mother, but the other son has a different personality.

The two sons were brave and wise, gentle and gentle, humble and courteous, and were the most satisfied heirs of Lord Mun.

I didn’t think he had been poisoned by a snake. No wonder the master would pay his debt to find someone to cure it.

Monjong is not far from the gates of the city, so the Zhui-eun has taken two blocks.

At first glance, I see the palace of Mon, which is rejuvenated, with two large stoned lions in its gates.

But what makes the Qur’an amiss is that the House of the Moniteur (Mount) at this time is covered in white and a cold, dark, dark and dark.

This is a funeral!

It’s obvious, too, that “Mofe, the two sons have…”

“No, I won’t. “The poison of snakes, the intoxicator, is not going to be hurt until three days later.” If the detoxification is not carried out in time for the next six months, the poison will spread to the bottom of the body, and the last seven know-how will bleed to death. I’m sorry.

The sign in his hand was “but it was only three days ago that Monsignor posted the sign, which indicates that it was only six days since the intoxication took place, and that there were more than a dozen days left unless someone else wanted to harm him. I’m sorry.

“We’ll find out when we’re inside. I’m sorry.

After the announcement, the young men outside the gate led the way.

Turning around, the road was marked by a number of persons wearing vegan clothes, beads on their heads and bruises on their faces, all of which were covered in a cloud.

A single brown and red coffin was placed in the middle of the temple, with a golden casket with several white candles lit around it and lighted on the floor.

He was sitting in front of the coffin, bowing his head, and a pile of paper money split in his dry and yellow hands and thrown into the firebath.

“My Lord, the girl says she can heal the two males.” I’m sorry.

When the Lord rose up, he turned to the tower, and the radiant face appeared,

“But it’s true? This girl, are you sure you can cure the snake venom? I’m sorry.

“I will indeed cure the snakes.” I’m sorry.

The Lord of Monopoly’s eyes were filled with great light, two rows of tears rolled in their eyes, and his hands shivered.

“The emeralds are gone and the brave are at stake. I thought I was going to die. God bless, God bless! I’m sorry.

The man who died was an emerald!

After pacifying Master Moo, the Qi-tao offered to go to the strong house and see how well he is now.

“Sir, I have something else to do, so let the housekeeper take you to see the brave, and I won’t go.” “My Lord has hesitated to go back to the temple, and the look on his face is a little bit strange.

The Qur’an looked at him without a trace, and saw him kneeling on his knees, taking up paper and putting it in a firebath in a state of panic, without a single piece of it being separated, and knowing that something was wrong in his heart.

“There will be a housekeeper.” I’m sorry.

“Little girl, this way please…” The housekeeper respectfully says.

The housekeepers guided the road, entered the courtyard, walked through the porch and surrounded a quiet bamboo forest, where they saw an independent house in a gentle and gentle manner.

I was just about to go inside, and the housekeeper suddenly said,

“Sir, I’ll see you later. I hope you don’t talk about him. I’m sorry.

The euphoria picks up the eyebrow and looks at the upper butler like water, without asking why it can’t be mentioned. I’m sorry.

The housekeeper took an unexpected look at the hyena and went straight in.

He followed him closely, watching the strange layouts and fine displays of the room, and whispered their tongues.

Go to a room, the housekeeper stops.

“Who…”

“Son, she’s a Zhu-tao girl who can cure snake poison. I’m sorry.

“Let her in.” I’m sorry.

“Yes. The housekeeper opened the door and asked the Qing-eun to enter, and when she entered, she closed the door and left.

And he who enters the room without heart, and enters the curtains, is a weak young man lying on the bed.

The man was born with a warm look, as though he were painted and as white.

When he came in, his arms were raised and his body was sitting a little bit, and his dark eyes were staring at the tower, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead:

“Is my brother gone? I’m sorry.

When she blinked, she promised her housekeeper not to mention the death of the emerald, but now she’s taking the initiative…

Then she won’t say.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

She didn’t mention it first.

And look away, and see the paleest face of the earth, the faintest of the lips, and the blood of the eyes:

“He could have done it I should have known…”

As soon as the voice came down, he coughed and waited for the turret’s response, he fell down, spitting a sip of blood and fainted.

Que la la la la la la la la la la.

Ah, this…

“Hello, Mr. Mon? I’m sorry.

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

When he didn’t react, the turret grabbed the cold wrist from his cuffs and took the pulse for him, and found that the turret’s pulse was weak to almost stagnation…

Hands in the air, a little doubt in the eye.

In this vein, the hyena can feel the enormity of the obscenity is almost exhausted, as can be seen from the heaviness and corrosive nature of the toxicity, which, if not treated in a timely manner, may die as blood is scattered throughout the body for two days.

But…

It’s a bit too high-handed, so fast it’s eating the whole thing, and it doesn’t look like a snake.

I haven’t had time to think about it, but I think I’ve broken her mind.

“Thou-ta, Mong-hyun seems to be dying!” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised. Look.

There was a continuous flow of blood from the horns of the bull’s lips, and the eyelashes were not able to tremble and the breath was weakening.

The Quil-e-Tah took the silver needle with him, and when it closed the caves on both sides of the Quil-e-Wu, it was only with a little control over the blood from his lips.

When the silver needle was lifted, the tower continued to seal his lair, and after half an hour, the pale face finally recovered a blood stain.

# The Que-e-e-e-e-e-e #

“It would have been better to bring silver needles, otherwise the poison of the snakes would have been so strong that Mr. Monk would have died. I’m sorry.

The twilight, the movement of the lips, and the twirling of what to say, and the twirling of what to say, end up asking:

“Do you really think it’s snake-making poison?”

The eyes of the obscurant, the eyes of the eyes, were smote from the soft, silent.

There’s something wrong with the rabbit.

“I mean…”

His face was a bit stiff, and he thought about it and tried to move himself a little bit towards the tower.

The thin edge of the bellows is squeezed in the back legs of the bellows, and the turquoises ablaze a tiny twirl, and the fine fingers of the beams a small piece of material, and pull them gently towards themselves.

The sting was pulled by this, and the heart almost jumped out of the chest.

When he saw a smile in his eyes, he moved his ears and tried to crush the irritation of his heart.

“We mean that someone of our kind has been poisoned by snakes before, and this is the symptoms of the second son, which seem to be different from what I have seen. I’m sorry.

Saying that the hysteria and look at the hysteria, the sound of the voice is restored to its normal luminousness, “and perhaps I think too much, the demons are different from the human race itself. I’m sorry.

If you’re thinking about it, it’s a tight eyebrow.

Over the years, every time she went to war to kill an enemy, she came back with blood, and she tried to do something for him, and then she went on to study medicine, which is now known as medical skill.

She did not know much about the poisons of snakes, and the knowledge of them was limited to one sentence in a medical book — the poisons of snakes — three days later, 15 days later, the toxin spreads to the heart and lungs, and there is no cure.

It was not until five years ago that a man of great taste, known as Limon, suddenly spitted on his mouth and fell on the ground, and she studied it for a while, and she was certain that it was the poison of a snake.

He was rescued from the dead in the year after the disaster. He was given a high gift, taught to teach him martial arts and almost treated him as his brother.

As a result, snakes were poisoned by the hysteria, and the sturdy, sturdy, sturdy posterior, and the black eyes staring at the turret for the first time revealed an undisguised cry.

He promised to cure him.

It’s a good thing that after the first attack, except for the weakness of the body, it’s not unusual.

It is true in the medical literature that the poison of snakes is mild until the 15-day deadline.

It’s crazy to think that the situation of bravery is so serious that it has spread to the whole world.

At that time, the Qur’an went through all the medical books in order to understand the poison, but she thought of a way of fighting it with poison.

Although she was not intoxicated, there were accidents, and she was afraid that she would hide in a pharmacy and try the venom in her own hands.

But no one expected it.

“Cough…”

He suddenly coughed twice, and the next minute he woke up from sleep and opened his eyes.

“Little girl, you saved me. * He got up from bed hard, he opened his mouth. *

“Monsieur, I have only blocked you for a while, preventing the temporary flow of toxicity in your body, and I now suspect that none of you is the poison of a snake. Can you tell me who you’ve been exposed to, how you’ve been poisoned, and that’s how it’s going to get me out. I’m sorry.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a snake. *And murmuring, and it is as though it had seen everything.*

“No, it’s important. At least it’s important to me. I’m sorry.

He looked at those dead eyes and seemed to ask him very carefully:

“Do you know that?”

Seeing the twilight bites on the lips, the desire to stop, the twirling eyes, the radiant red on the cheeks of the white, the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twiping of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight, the twiping of the twilight, the twiping of the twilight, the twiring of the face, and the twirth of the t-string, the t-t.

The latter’s in the corner of his coat. The furry claws are mean. And he pulled the poor thing, and the red eyes were filled with impeccable discomfort and resentment.

Why does this rabbit look like he robbed his wife?

And he was right.

This rabbit grinding his teeth against himself?

I couldn’t help but look at the hyena, but I saw the light in her eyes getting brighter, so he couldn’t ignore it any longer, so I couldn’t stop thinking and breathing a bit.

“Ahem, I’m sorry, but I’m dying, and I’m afraid I’m going to fail you.” I’m sorry.

Do you know that your life is worth 12 thousand gold! I’m sorry.

“Do something! I’m sorry.

The two sound at the same time, and at the same time it stops.

And there’s a rabbit grinding.

At this moment, the atmosphere has fallen into a strange silence.

Half of the time, the Queen of Queens asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

And when he realized what he had misunderstood, he tightened his shirt, and a feeling of shame spread.

At that point, he suddenly felt a bloodbath in his chest, slashed like a knife, and his mind became more confused.

There was also a feeling in the throat that the river would fall, that the tumbled and finally looked at the tumbler, and that it would finally cover its chest, lie on its bed and spit blood out of its mouth.

And then it’s even worse. It’s completely out of breath.

HOLDON:

“Turn, Mong-hyun seems to be mad at you…”

I’m not sure.

With his hands on his head, he was in a state of incomprehensible complexity.

“Be confident, take it off. I’m sorry.

5

There was a sudden knock outside the door.

I don’t know if it’s a “fearing heart” or if it’s a “fructified heart.”

First, she’s head down and her hands touch something soft and hairy.

Scrambling over his head, putting his face in her palm, and squeaking like consolation.

Although nothing has been said, the Zhuang-eun feels that his palms are starting to burn, and his panic has calmed down.

Maybe he didn’t hear the answer. The housekeeper pushed the door in.

“The Lord has sent me to bring you some water. You have done a great service to your son’s illness. Sir! I’m sorry.

Without saying the word “sort” he saw the butler’s hand shaking, fell on the floor with a porcelain cup of tea, scrambling, and then the fragrance of the tea filled the house.

The butler was rushing to see his nose, shivering with his hands, and his face was completely dark, as if he had understood something in a moment, turning around in a cold look at the turret. I’m sorry.

One of the hearts of the Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

How can she explain it? It’s none of her business?

He thinks he’s not so thick.

The family moved very quickly, but half a cup of tea was used and the door was again broken.

The Moon family’s family and his subordinates came in with their weapons in their hands, staring at the turret.

A moment later, Master Mon came in.

It was only a few steps away from the gate to the Bund, and he was almost in a roller-and-crawling position.

“Golden!” Brave!

When he saw the sight of him, Master Meng couldn’t help but step back, stretching his hand over his chest and groaning, staring at the body that was stunned on the bed.

The housekeeper is standing by, with a heavy face.

The Lord has opened his eyes, and his eyes turn red at the speed that they see.

He slowly reached out his hand and tried to touch the blooded face of the dummies, but he shrunk back and his hands shivered.

“You’ve got a dozen days! Why? Why is that? I’m sorry.

After a moment of grief, Master Monk held the bed line, fell down and sat down, mumbling:

“You’ve been a good boy since you were a child of great faith. You said, “Stand up your family and keep your brother safe and secure.”

It’s like he just remembered something. He stopped talking.

“Your brother…” as if Master Monk was holding his throat, making no sound.

Time seems static at this moment.

Everyone here knows that Grand Duke Monga is not long ago.

And Master Mon’s only hope was torn apart.

When the heart of the Zhuang Qi-tao was drawn up, she suddenly remembered her father, and she understood more than anyone the pain of losing loved ones.

It’s her fault.

She uses her white lips even harder, and her nails are embedded in the pink hands, and it does nothing to break them with her claws, and she does not seem to feel any pain.

What does she do?

“Monsieur, I’m…” Looking at this man, who suddenly is a teenager, he can’t stop talking, but he doesn’t know what to say.

Master Mon hears the sound of the tower and looks at her like she’s alive.

“And you! Yes! And you can save the brave!”

After a few seconds of stunning, he turned his head in one direction and wondered how to face the poor old man.

Even if she was more sophisticated, she could not bring back the dead.

The eyes of the Lord Moor were astounded, and the arm of the tower was gripped, and the force was overwhelming, and he gave it frowned, but he heard it again: “As long as you are there, the brave will not die.” I’m sorry.

The Qur’an was only filled with despair, and he continued to speak nonsense, and to speak in his heart that he could not speak.

Dojo! I’m sorry.

He stood up like a madman shouting at the door, holding on to the arm of the tower so hard. The whole man was like a demon. “I got her! Save the brave! I’m sorry.

“What do you mean by this, Lord Montagnard?” And suddenly, there was a bad feeling.

At this point in time, a murky voice came from the door.

“Why don’t you arrest the murderer who killed him? I’m sorry.

The familiar sound, with a strange and total coldness, struck the heart of the tower.

Looking towards the door, only a man in a garment dressed as a monk stood up with a sword, and his hands were white, and his face was clean.

He looked at her like that, and he looked at her with his eyes and his eyes and his lips and his lips and his lips and his lips and his lips and his lips.

“Ma’am, long time no see. I’m sorry.

Master Montague saw the man show up and let go of the hyena. He couldn’t hold it any longer.

Looking at the man in the robes, the hyena felt only that his blood was pouring on his head in an instant, and that his head was buzzing and chaos.

“The Queen…”

How could it be him!

The sound of the sarcasm, “I didn’t think, five years, the master remembered me. I’m sorry.

He came step by step towards the tower, and the robe moved in the wind, “It’s flattering. I’m sorry.

“Am I not dead?”

He’s staring at him for an instant.

Five years ago, she was poisoned with snakes, and she tried to save him with poison herbs in fear of her life. It was not surprising that when he woke up, he did not have any of the previous mussels, and when she was seen, she was no longer crying out in the face of her wife, but instead of a very aggressive look, and the attitude towards the posterior was even more incomprehensible.

After a few days, she managed to find him, but received information from another student that he had committed the following crimes: he was seriously injured and fled.

She was disbelieving and then pityed by the fact that he had lost both parents since he was a child, took care of them, and taught one another all the best that he could do. That’s why he’s paying his dues.

And you’re seriously injured?

He felt he had been mistaken and rushed to the back room but was completely frightened by the blood inside.

He fell to the ground with his chest on his back, and the blades of the valor had been cut out of his body, and the red blood had sprung out of his body like a sprouted out of control, and the blood had spread from the left to the right side of the waist, to the point where he could not speak.

The Queen is the god of war in the country, and the martial arts are so powerful that no one can get close to him unless he does not guard against the man and is seriously wounded by a man who has been cut out of sight.

And who else is that other than the man whom he treated as his own brother?

Moreover, the sword, which was placed in the back of the chest, was a weapon chosen by the latter himself to carry out a search for Mingshan and Daechuon.

Then, when he woke up, he told her that he had been cast out of the faculty on that day, and that he would be cruel and coarse.

As the sword almost hit the heart, combined with the recurrence of the old disease, it took six months for the posteriori to recover.

He has not been able to speak of the man in front of him for all these years.

Suddenly, one day, she heard some of her disciples chatting and saying that she had been hunted down by her enemies and had been seriously wounded in the snow, and that there had been no news ever since.

“How can I take a step before Shifu has died?” I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an came back to his Lord, and heard his utter ingratitude and ingratitude. The temple of the sun was beating, and his heart was filled with despair.

“Your life was taken from the dead by your master, and your kung fu and your knowledge were taught by your master, but in the end you tricked him.” You know, your sword almost killed him! I’m sorry.

Look at her in the cold, not in the word.

“We ask ourselves what is good for you, even if you were poisoned with snakes…”

The words of her throat were clogged, and she was not the one who told the world what she had done, opened her mouth, or could not say what she had to do to save her life.

And at this moment, the cold, light-eyed eyes of her are over her, “What are you?” Why don’t you keep talking? I’m sorry.

He closed his eyes and his chin was shaking, and he didn’t say anything.

She’s staring at her, and the dark colours are changing.

He suddenly approached and held her chin with two fingers, forcing her to raise her head.

He looked up to his face and was forced to look at him.

He looked down on her, and looked down on her, and saw a little darker, and said in his voice, “You saved me and healed me from the snakes?”

He said that his eyes were dark and his hands were relaxed with her chin.

His fingertips were slightly cold and her skin was thin, and his index finger moved up, as if he had accidentally touched her cheeks, a bit light, mixed with a few different feelings.

“Squeak! * * The Qur’an * * * * The *

And the Qur’an pupils dazzled, seeking to free themselves from the shackles of their fingers.

And then, with his far-reaching dark eyes, a deep, incalculable cynicism, and an unappreciably ignoble plume of sorrow and affection, he came a little close,

“But you and I both know that if I hadn’t been my apprentice, would you have saved me? I’m sorry.

I hear she’s dead and forgot to struggle.

“You…”

What does he mean? Shouldn’t…

He looked at her for a while, and, somehow, he had an unstoppable anger in his eyes and his eyes were red and hot.

The next moment, the hand slipped from her chin to the neck and strangled.

“Do you like him that much? He told you to save me. You risked your life to save me? I’m sorry.

The throat was choked, the suffocation came, the cynics opened their mouths, “Let go…”

It was at this moment that the tumbled in his arms and gnawed on his arms.

It’s like waking up and the brutal violence in the eyes fades away in this instant.

He straddled, and opened his head down, staring at his hands and shivering at his fingertips.

And he was thrown into the earth and rolled, but he was silent, and his heart shuddered, and he couldn’t bear the pain of his neck, and he ran to hold him up.

It’s a good time to be in the arms of the Quinta, and it’s not just a hum in the mouth, it’s a tremor, it’s a shock.

His face changed slightly, his head was down and his injuries were examined, although nothing had been found, and he was in a state of great distress.

It’s like, “It hurts…”

The twilight twirling, squeezing his hairy fur with his hand, with a glimpse of guilt, was about to say something, and suddenly a voice sounded in her ear:

“If I wasn’t his disciple, you wouldn’t even look at me, would you? I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an rose up and looked to the Qur’an unbelievably.

She just felt like her heart had stopped beating with her words, and she felt something wrong.

When did you start thinking about her?

Although he did not finish, he knew what she was going to say, and his eyelids shivered in an inexhaustible way, and his eyes fell slowly on his face, and deep inside he sprung with extremely complex emotions.

She’s always good-looking, beautiful, skin-skinned.

Especially when the eyes are covered with a mist, as though the new moon were faint, and as if the seagulls were the first rain, with their eyes turned to their tails, and they were so glamorous as to be the first beauty of the land.

He can’t remember when she had her unspoken thoughts.

Perhaps it was the first time he met her, or it was so many years of morning and evening, or it was the moment when he removed the poison of the snake and recovered her new life. She stayed in front of her bed, and she was so tired and pale, that she was a sick, beautiful person, and suddenly there was something different in his heart.

Five years ago, since he was hunted down by his supporters for serious injuries, he almost never slept for a day, without food, clothing, and even in his dreams.

The day of the nightmare, when he was not eaten by the heart from time to time, the only moment of peace was when she thought of her, and she looked at her image.

After a year of such a knife licking his blood, he managed to escape the pursuit of those who had died and went to a house where he had taken an ancient form of purgatory.

It took him only four years to find out for himself that he had worked so hard, and that he had done so in a small way.

He thinks it’s a chance to get revenge from the sky.

She was staring at the tower, with clear eyes and a sarcasm, as usual.

He had a dark light in his eyes and a little danger.

Once upon a time, she was his teacher and he had to hide his feelings carefully.

Now he’s no longer a student of the queen, and he’s got nothing to do with himself…

And the Qur’an looked at his dark and appalling face, and groaned in his heart, and a thought flashed through his head.

You’re not gonna do it because of her?

“Is it because of you that you were seriously wounded?”

“Not because of you. @silves: #Silves

娥 娥 ……

There is no need to deny it so simply.

“The Queen is a little man, a complete hypocrite, and I hate myself for not killing him! I’m sorry.

The Qur’an’an’s heart shuddered, and the Qur’an before it was true to each other, and all around it were watching.

“How can you say that? He’s…

“How will you speak for him today make me sick?” I’m sorry.

Sneaking, with no cover for the eyes.

“He’s been acting like a man who can’t live with himself all day, and he’s been begging me because of me, because of him, because he caused all this, and he wants me to be grateful and to dream about him!” I’m sorry.

“What do you mean by the hindsight?” I’m sorry.

“What are you waiting for? “And when he did not have a heart to confront her, he glanced at the towers and looked towards the servants and the servants, and his lips were still slightly raised, and his voice was cold and stunned.

“Search the Qing-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e” I’m sorry.

Her eyes were wide open, her heart cold and despair was soared that she moved from the heart to the limbs, and her blood was frozen.

That’s the idea!

Six.

After the Great War, the bodies were scattered in the wild, the air was bloody, the clouds were rising, red glowing out of the sky, and the blood was sore.

It’s as if the whole world is in the middle of a strangulation.

That’s how Mother West appeared.

She hunted in red in the wind, as if the five officials had been sculpted, and as if a red-leaked leprechaun was bloodish in her eyebrow.

And the Qur’an, in between, was reminded of a story which he had previously seen in his book.

Western mother Yao Huahara, the most beloved daughter of the world, was innocent, obstinate and then fell in love with Qing Qing, the unknown pupil of the world’s throne, and for the sake of him, the son of the Pontian, who had made a promise to marry him as a small child.

As a result of Yaohua’s initiative, Qingxiang soon emerged in a fairy war, and the world’s chief began to value this disciplined, steady and ingenious student.

The Qinghui fought again and again, from a country of unknown origin to a high degree of prestige, and only took a few short years of light, when the Lord gave him the throne of the Emperor and instructed him to take good care of Yaohua and wandered around.

Two years after the departure of the King, the Qing Dynasty fought to slaughter the forces of demons and conquer the throne.

But just one day before the wedding, Qing was drunk and spoiled by a fairy-man whose death Yao had been stopped by Qing Dynasty after he found out.

And he protected the handmaiden behind him, saying that all this was his fault, and that he should die together.

Yaohua was so disappointed that he came to Mount Kunlun after having left nine days of anger and never returned.

Soon after the day when the fair handman was married to him, the people of the day saw from afar the red, the colours of the sky, the clouds, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, and the sky, the sky, the sky, and the sky, the sky, and the sky, and the sky, the sky,

Then it came out from the sky that the fair handman was the one who had been in the heart of the world…

“Always, Sendin.”

It was not until the sound of the cold voice of the Western Mother that the thought of the Qing-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

She woke up, looked at the mother of the West without trace, and she was barely breathing.

How can the Emperor abandon such a beautiful, modern woman?

The hyena groaned in a timely manner to cover up the excess emotions of its eyes, while the light behind its eyes appeared silently behind the mother of the West.

The man was wearing ink, and a sword was hanging between his waist, and a line of red blades was shaking.

It’s got a strong, inherently strong field on it.

When he looked towards the mother of the West, his pride in his eyes became soft and gentle, and his eyes were filled with thick love and affection.

I’m not sure if she’s calling him.

After being divorced by the Western Mother, he went to the court to find Qing Qing Zheng, beat up the fat man who was drinking in the pool, beat up the wrong man, and ended up in prison for 10 years?

It is also mentioned that, after he took over the throne of the Emperor of Panglai Island, the Panglai disciples called him the King of the East, when Yaohua was known by the people as the mother of the West, and the world became increasingly concerned with the issue of the dissolution of the marriage.

Today, it seems that the title is not opposing, but just to match.

In this way, the turret flashes its eyes and looks like a star, and the dazzling King of the East steps forward, with a fine little box in his hand, with a low voice spilling out of his mouth:

“And thou beatest the demons, and smiteest nine suns, and saveth all the people in the fire, and is not able. It’s 3,000 years old to make one. My wife gave it to you, so you can go straight to heaven.

The sound of the sound, the sound of the sound of the puddle, the graceful King of the East, was punched in the face.

He looked down on Western Mother with his head.

Mother West looked at him, and smiled and sneered, “Who is your wife?” I’m sorry.

“My wife is the first beauty in the world. “The King of East is not afraid to stand up to his back.

“…”

“Don’t you say it! I’m sorry.

“Yes!” This time the Western Mother answered with a high-speed and rational response.

The cyborg couldn’t help but to see two cool eyes looking at himself, and quickly covering his laughter lips, and leaning down to the back.

It’s just that you don’t care. “The West Mother, with her face off, humming, and her voice with a little bit of euphemism, can tell that she’s in a very good mood. I’m sorry.

In the blink of an eye, the dark eye appeared a bit of joy, moving his lips to say something, and the low and firm voice of the posterior flowed into the ears of everyone present.

“I can’t take this potion. I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an dazzled, and looked upon him, looking in his dark, cold eyes.

And the posterior also came to her, and the thick colour of the radiant light lined up a few radiances by no name, and she could not help but burn a little.

The mother of the West looked up, and she was a moment of silence, and she was a bit of a complication: “Good things like the death of all human beings since time immemorial, the success of all the world’s heads have been slashed up. Are you serious?

“It’s not good for me to be a fairy.” I’m sorry.

The Western Mother choked. She looked at her eyes a little bit, and understood what, and complex emotions were covered with low eyes.

“You’re a smart man. Don’t give up this opportunity for your children. I’m sorry.

“I’m not some smart guy. The post-mortem put her finger into his hand, wrapped her hand in a tight, dumb sound, as if with unswerving determination:

“I wish to be with her.” I’m sorry.

The cylindrical respiration of the hysteria and the sudden breakdown of the heart at that moment seemed to be about to come out of the chest.

Shit!

She’ll be in a hurry if you say it again.

“You really are…”

The Western mother’s red lips were slightly conflated, and three clear words were spitting out, and suddenly she stopped, staring at the posterior for a long time, and she didn’t see anything on her face.

The heart of the Quaqun is restless.

She swallowed her mouth, she was so nervous, she saw the laughter of the West King’s mother suddenly.

“You haven’t changed a bit. I’m sorry.

The Quil-e-e-Ta ‘ is not known, and the eyes wandered between the two.

She was somewhat unconvinced by the attitude of the Queen West’s mother, who seemed to look at the Queen West’s Queen’s Queen’s Queen, and whose eyes could not be concealed.

Ah, good, good.

“Do you not know? I’m sorry.

“What do you know?” I’m sorry.

After all, it’s because of her that Queen West can get involved.

She first studied pharmacology for the sake of hindsight, and then she really loved it.

She had seen a prescription in an ancient medical book, and if it could be developed, it would certainly be a rare recipe for the population.

She’s found the other herbs, and the last one is rare. Only the Western Mother of Kunlun Mountain has one.

Those days she was thinking about it, and the tea and the people lost their weight, and then she left a letter that disappeared.

The letter says he’ll be back when he gets his medicine.

Ugh!

How can she not be worried when the world is filled with grief and anger after her wounds?

She was afraid to fight for more than a dozen days, until he returned safely.

The harem not only brought back the rare medicine, but also had a bow in his hand, which the Western Mother gave him.

The Queen of the West was not as terrible as the rumour, nor was it difficult for him, however she asked.

Did the queen lie to her?

The twilight eyebrows, the crushing emotions, the silent voice of the Western Mother.

“Then, after that, Quinlun asked me for medicine.”

“Mother West! The voice of the posterior was a little hurried, he softly avoided the turret’s sight, he kept it down, and his eyes were on the mother of the West, “These things are over, no need–“

The Que-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

“Well…”

“Uh-uh…”

“No, no, no.”

After three attempts, the face of the posterior’s face gradually hardened, and he turned his head, with his obscurity, against the sight of the King of the East at Shifa.

The King received his eyes without heart: “You mortals, more than us gods, what is so embarrassing that it is not a disgrace to pay for someone you like? If you’re so stubborn and silent, you’ll be in trouble! I’m sorry.

After that, the tweaks.

The King grunted, and looked at the mother of the West, and said, “Yo, he’s already forbidden. I’m sorry.

The Western mother looked at him, and her eyes were fluttering, long, and she turned a little, and laughed, “Okay. I’m sorry.

Then he asked me for it, and I said to him, “If he could bring me the Snow of Tianshan, I would give it to him.” I’m sorry.

The school pupils are in a state of shock.

“Who knows not that the snowlines of the sky are only growing on the cliffs of the top of the Mount of Snow Peaks, and are sewn in glaciers, surrounded by fierce snowwolves who bear the pain of cold osteation at every hour of the snow Peak, let alone to find the snow loins of Tianshan, so close as not to feed the wolves, or to fall to the dead. I’m sorry.

“I only wanted him to know what was going on, and I didn’t want him to really go looking for the Snow Lotus that day. I knew later that he had come to me for drugs because of you. I’m sorry.

The turret is shivering, subconscious to the back, squeezing on red, thin lips, and the chest is sore that it can barely breathe.

He lied to her so much!

She should have known that the posterior had always been that way. No wonder he kept avoiding her when he came back.

“In addition to that taste of medicine, I gave him the bow of the Red Lotus. I’m sorry.

In the eyes of the Western King, the veil shall be dazzled.

“I thought that the men of the world were in love with each other, and that there was indeed a man who could leave his life in danger, and who could do anything to please only one person. I’m sorry.

“Yo Hua…”

The West King’s mother looked away, moved her finger, but didn’t break it.

She looked at the back of her eyes, and the dark pupils were bright and calm, and she said:

“I know you wouldn’t take Sun Dan because you couldn’t let go, but it wasn’t as simple as you thought. I’m sorry.

He’s wrinkled and he’s feeling bad.

“The nine suns that you shot today are the son of the emperor, despite all the evil that you have done, and according to the laws of heaven, nothing can be done to you in the heavens and earth, but it is difficult to guarantee that some people in the heavens will not secretly kill you. They are the fairs. You are just a human being. How can you fight them? You only have a chance to keep yourself safe if you take this one. I’m sorry.

The mother of the West looked at both of us, a little sighing, and raised a hand to the point, and the little box with the cactus came to the back.

“We’re doing all we can, and you think about it. I’m sorry.

Then one turned around, and the two disappeared in the sight of the Qur’an and the rear.

There was a wind blowing, and the tumbled leaves were swirling.

And the Qur’an looked at the pharmacist, and said to his lips, “When will you take it?” I’m sorry.

Words are coming down, and the atmosphere is suddenly becoming somewhat silent.

The drapes dazzled, they didn’t look at the turret, they were silent, and the sound of a cold, eerie voice passed through the air, and they passed into the ear:

“Well, it’s a better day than a day. I’m sorry.

“You’re serious…

The word “I” is as heavy as a pound, and it is covered in its mouth, but it cannot be said.

The eyes were red, and the tower rose up with a little tweak, and tears were turned in its eyes, and it was trying to shed tears with its hands, but it saw the cynicism of the eyes.

The tycoon is stuck.

He’s playing with her?

And even though he bestowed on the Lord of War God a loud head, he would not kick him in the face.

They were pushed to the ground, and suddenly, their faces changed, and they snorted and snorted, and their hands squeezed around their abdomen.

“Stop pretending, it’s your ass, your ass should be sore, your abdominal! I’m sorry.

“…”

The Lord War God, who wanted to gain sympathy, stood up in a state of discomfort, filmed the dust on his body, pretended nothing had happened, and restored his calm, self-sustaining face.

He watched the tower in a steady state, and her eyes were locked in deep, cold eyes.

The turret is seen on his cheeks.

All of a sudden, the posterior raised his hand in such a way that she wouldn’t be able to stop her nose.

And the Quetta pupils shrunk.

Although they had a marriage contract, the harem had always been clean, and he had done it for the first time, in a manner similar to the intimacy of lovers.

Her back eyebrows melted like ice, and her voice was light and shallow, and she fell on her heart:

“No matter what happens in the future, I will face it with you, and I will never leave you alone. I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“never break the word.”

The man was covered with a radiant radiant radiance, and his side of the face was cast with a light shadow, some of which were not true, but the Qur’an saw it clearly, and he looked at it in plain and sincere.

And the heart straddled, and she raised her mouth, and turned her head and looked at him again, and looked forward with clear eyes.

The fragrance of corruption seems to have never faded, but the sky is full of radiant radiance, and the fragrance of the leaves is stinging.

It’s as if as long as he’s around, sooner or later, he’ll see the sky.

“I believe you. I’m sorry.

7

The hyenas are reminiscent of the past, and their hearts are getting cold and dark.

It’s a promise that it’s really worthless, nothing.

Taking a deep breath, pressing down the pain of her heart, she barely established herself, staring closely at the subordinates with their weapons and slowly approaching her.

The saber reflected cold and cold under the moonlight, and the sense of oppression made her nervous enough to tighten her entire scalp.

The paint in the arms suddenly moved.

He looked at the softness of his eyes, and saw him lying in her arms, staring at his family and his servants with his eyes full of evil, and with the same anger.

She suddenly made a decision, and her voice was low: “Go!” I’m sorry.

“I’m not sure what I’m talking about. I’m sorry.

It’s dark in the eyes.

The Fong has a bitter and bitter hatred and seems to have a deep blood feud with him.

She had no idea what had happened over the years, and now she was in a state of concern, but it had nothing to do with it.

She was the one who came to Monroe, and she indirectly killed Monoon. It was her fault that she was in danger.

Moreover, she has lost her power, and even if she stayed, it is only a little more dangerous that she could escape if she was alone.

It’s just…

How can it be good to be a nice, sweet little bunny and to be honest with her and not to be able to easily agree to leave her?

She did not imagine what was in the book and forced him to leave, in order not to drag the other side down, by saying something against her heart.

The twilight of the twilight and the twilight of the twilight twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, and the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twiping of the twiping of the twiss without harm.

“Scratch, that… or you go first, I…”

He hesitated to say a word, and the sound of the rabbit in his arms jumped and ran out like a white smoke before people noticed.

HOLDON:

A plant, a plant, a plant!

It’s a little too fast!

The cylindrical cuffs were tightened, and the empty feeling in her arms left her a bit empty, and she didn’t know whether to be lucky or lost.

“You’re the one who killed him! I’m sorry.

In the midst of the desolation, a severe sting came up on her knees, and she almost kneeled on the ground with a soft leg and was suddenly held by a hand.

She looked at it a little bit.

He’s looking up.

Eye contact.

And it was only in a moment that the Quaqun reacted, and he broke his hand, and his eyes were darkened, but he didn’t say anything, and it was only when he looked at that side, laughing, that he kicked him in the foot of his house, until he was cold and sweating on his forehead, and he looked at the others, and he looked in a cold circle,

“Did you take my words as an earful?” I’m sorry.

And the people shuddered, and bowed their heads down, and smitten, and feared that they might provoke him to evil.

With his right hand around the dust, his cold eyes swung over the people with their heads down, and his dumb voice swung with a terrible cunt:

“I told you to arrest her, but I didn’t ask you to do anything extra.” She’s a hostage. She can’t have any damage until she’s got it. I’m sorry.

“It’s clear, it’s clear.”

He turned his face and looked at the tower, and suddenly pulled her hand up and held her in silence.

The Quaqun’s heart stunned, gnawed his teeth hard, broke out of his strength, and he felt a moment of panic.

It was felt that he was confined to him, and that the Qur’an had strangled his lips, and he did not struggle, and looked at him in disguise.

She gave up and looked at her for a while, and her dark eyes seemed to be dazed by a cloud and a few feelings.

He softly said, “The posterior is not a man worthy of your life, as long as you cooperate with me in obtaining the cactus, and if you will, I will take care of you after this.” I’m sorry.

Impossible.

The Que-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

Let’s not say she didn’t mean that to him. It’ll be used to heal the beast after he’s got it. It’ll be something else. Maybe he’ll take it himself.

In this way, it was only with some doubt that Fang had acted deliberately, with the aim of confusing her and trying to make her cooperate with him to get to Sendin.

“Do you not believe me? Guess I don’t really like you? She’s staring at her, and she’s so pale.

No, doubt.

The Que-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e. I’m sorry.

Now she’s in his hands, and it’s not half as good for her to provoke him.

Looking at her, looking at her, looking at her lips, and looking at her like she was clean.

“You said we’d love to live in peace, and then we could find a bamboo forest, build a small house, make a pot of tea every day, watch the sunset forest, number the crows, fight the world, be comfortable. I’m sorry.

When the voice came down, the house fell into silence, and he was the only one who was able to breathe in a small hurry, so clear and so clear, that he entered the ear of the Qaeda.

The more he listens to his vision, the deeper his eyelids, the more he looks at her at the moment, the more he looks at her, and the more he looks at her, she does not see whether he is sincere or false.

The turret slowly dipped in his eyes and somehow suddenly appeared in his head when he first met.

Then he came back with his family, a dead and helpless, and suddenly she had an urgent need to take care of him, and asked her to take care of him.

A young man who lost weight but could not be reduced in half, woke up in his bed, shuddered in his hand and shuddered in his arms with blood bruises, some of which were already swollen and some of which were so deep that he bled.

And so, with a pair of dark eyes, she was timidly and vigilantly staring at her standing in front of the bed.

When his eyes were deep, he reached out with his hands, he was thrown away by emotional youths, fell on the ground with an unstable heart, slit the palms of his time and spilled blood from his palms.

The young man bit her lips and saw her get up and put a ointment out of the box behind her before he knew he misunderstood.

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

She simply took care of her hand-held wounds, then took the ointment and carefully painted the medicine for the young, and then tied the wounds with bandages and beat her up and left.

The young man became more guilty and looked at her back and moved his lips without knowing what to say and strangling his head.

The sight just fell on her arm and she bandaged it for revenge. The whole people were shocked by the impeccable strangulation of their pupils with their delicate bow ties.

And every time a young man was given a change of medicine, the Qur’an made for him a beautiful bow, and drew strange sights of his fellow disciples.

Since then, the young man has treated her with great respect, but with a subtle look.

The tower wrinkled, and it came back to mind.

Was that when he thought about her?

She stares at her eyes, and an incomprehensible complexity flows in her body.

She doesn’t understand.

If it had not been for her, then why did he stab his post-mortem and now become so angry?

She finally asked, “How did you do that five years ago? “Why do you hate him so much…”

When the voice fell, the face of her face fell down sharply, and her hands were thrown out of her face, staring straight at her, flashing through her eyes, and her throat slammed low:

“Why do I hate him? Do you know what he did?” I’m sorry.

“What, what?” The hyena is tight.

The eyes of a blindfold are so red, and the eyes of a hordes of odor.

“He killed my father and my brother-in-law in cold blood because of his greed for my sister-in-law’s beauty. I’m sorry.

And the words of the Qur’an are like thunder, and the thunder of the Qur’an is long before God.

“It’s impossible! The posterior is not like that! “The Queen of Zeinobia, a former president of Zeinobia, said:

“No way? “I saw it with my own eyes and my eyes and my eyes and my eyes and my eyes.” Is there a lie?”

See for yourself?

The hyena was shivering, its face was as white as paper, its fingertips were strangling and it was not able to shake its head.

“He thought that We had fainted and could not see what he had done, and took me back to my house, and took me away.” Every night I close my eyes and my loved ones die innocently. I’m sorry.

“I don’t believe in him, and then he made it clear to you that he treated you well, and took you as his protégé, and he…”

“Attractive to me? “He was only afraid that his evil deeds would be discovered and played in front of everyone. He was a man of fame and death, for his own benefit.” I’m sorry.

“No way, no way…”

Seeing the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight, the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight.

Is that all she believes in?

The sight of terror appeared on her face, and her eyes were cold: “Whether you believe it or not, it’s the truth, and he is a mean, shameless little man.” I’m sorry.

The typhus bites on his lips.

She still doesn’t believe in post-mortems, but the problem is that there’s no reason to invent such a justification to frame the post-mortem.

She bites her lips white, and the pain pulls her nerves, and the thoughts are still in his words.

It is understood that, over the years, he has been disguised as a mere listener, waiting only one day to avenge his family.

But it is remembered that the young man’s eyes are full of worship and admiration, and that he is as close and respectful as his brother’s, and that he is as passionate as he is false.

So what’s going on?

Did she miss her memory, or did she really act so well?

I’m restless and I hear a chilling sound:

“You better do what you’re told, don’t try to escape, or…”

He did not continue, but anyone could hear the threat.

If the Zhui-tao had not spoken, he would have been able to escape.

She will stay, and when she comes back, the three will face a confrontation, and all her grievances will be answered directly.

It was strange that she had never feared that the posterior would ignore her life or death and that, even if the two had lost their love, the relationship of growing up together was true, and she believed that the posterior would come for her with a potion.

And the eyes of those who were under their eyes were smote, and the last sight fell upon a man who looked at him, and was honest, saying: Take her down. I’m sorry.

The family bowed and took a few steps forward, but before it had had the time to touch the tower, it was shrunk back by a clear and urgent voice.

“Let her go!”

8

The Qur’an turned his head, but he was only in white and snow, with a silver sword hanging over his back, and Qianjin was like a jade, as a god.

This man is not a phantom plaque or who.

It’s urgent.

“Pussy! How did you get back to–“Put your tongue down.

Since the end of the war, demons and humans have become more and more involved. Let’s spread it up, the plaster is the name of the rabbit.

I had to look him in the eye and tell him to leave.

The gnawing gnawed its own teeth, and the eyes were so clear and so cold and sour.

When he entered the door, he saw a man dressed as a layman stretching his hand to the typhus, wondering what to do with her, fortunately stopping him quickly.

Three steps and two steps towards the tower, untie the red rope on her hand, with a dark, dark eye covered in a mist, with an undisguised apology:

“Sorry I’m late. I’m sorry.

The hyenas shake their heads.

And suddenly remembers what, the twilight eyes of the twilight twilight twirling the toes down near his ears,

“You said it would take 10 days to recover. I’m sorry.

“…”

Scrambled with a tumbled throat, feeling only that he had a warm breath that squeaked his ears, and was questioned by the Que-e-eun, with a red face, with his heart lying low and afraid to speak.

Seeing that his ears were covered in thin, light red, and that old-fashioned symptoms were repeated, she was silent and deliberately blowing in his ears, and she was confused:

“You want so much in my arms? I’m sorry.

He had a tremor, he had a red ear and a lower head.

“It’s too dangerous, what are you doing back here?” I’m sorry.

“You’re still here.” I’m sorry.

The Qaeda tower has a moment’s twilight, biting on its lips, saying, “Then you run so fast!” I’m sorry.

Looks at her with a red, heavy eyelids, biting her under the lip, and a few faces, “We’re going.”

Interesting. I’m sorry.

A low and cold voice broke up the two of them. “You really impressed me. I’m sorry.

The twilight of the twilight lashes turned to see the twilight.

She was dying to look at her, and the anger in her eyes almost turned into substance, and the insinuable anger and irony in her words:

“It would have been very interesting to see the woman you love with another man. I’m sorry.

The Qing-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

“Who are you?” You didn’t come to save the Qing-eun. I’m sorry.

His face was like a smile, his voice was like an angry voice, and it was like a mockery of his self.

Scratch, and don’t give him a single look.

He gently held the arm of the tower, and his finger squeezed her hand, “Trust me. I’m sorry.

He looked at him with doubt.

So he smiled, and let go of the arm of the Qupah, and passed by him in peace, and went straight to his soft bed, and sat in the presence of the Lord of the Moor.

“My Lord, I have a way to bring the second son back to life without the pharmacist. I’m sorry.

As soon as that was done, the eyes of all the people in the house, with their subtle and grotesque eyes, looked at the tan of the face, and they were finally laid on the coat.

The Lord’s ungodly eyes were at last focused, he recovered his senses, and he asked:

“You’re the one who said that you can save a brave man without medicine? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

The Master was watching, snorting, spating, and asked after a moment, “What is this man?” I’m sorry.

“As a child, you get the chance to learn a few years of magic under the emperor’s door in Ponglai. I’m sorry.

And the pupils of the Lord were magnified, and the joy of the unlearning rose out of their eyes, and the groaning was: “A student of the fair man!” Brave! I’m sorry.

After only one second, the hyena guessed that the hysteria was creating a false identity for itself, or how it could be interpreted.

“How can you believe what you say when you don’t know where you are?” I’m sorry.

“Then why is it that you are not the one who has no idea where you came from? Who knows if you want to get the medicine of the second son, or whether you want to cure the second son, or do it for something you can’t see?” I’m sorry.

Looking back in the past, the sound is so clear that it’s hidden in the impeccable weight of beaks.

“You! “It seems that the water is coming out of the water.

Their eyes met in the air and a confrontation was formed.

When I saw this scene, my heart was so tight.

She always felt something weird.

It’s been a long time since Monk’s men died.

I don’t know.

Maybe it’s just me.

She saw the coatings and restored to her former pairs of humans and animals in a harmless manner, and the warm eyes came upon her, and the eyes were eager.

It’s funny that you’re fighting and winning.

If he’s still a rabbit, I’m afraid his tail’s gonna go up.

In that way, she couldn’t help but bend her lips to the radians she didn’t know.

“Take care of your life. * Lord Monsignor bows down, begs *

“Believe not, Lord.

Master Meng was suffocating and interrupting:

“If you don’t have to, then I won’t be working with you to figure out what else to do. I’m sorry.

The blindfold of his face changed slightly, he looked at his eyes, and he covered his eyelids, and he said, “Do as you please.” I’m sorry.

And the back of the sleeves.

Master Mun smiled.

He did not lie, and had it not been for his bravery, he would not have done it against his conscience.

And he didn’t trust him completely.

There was a strange incident in the house half a month ago, when the noises of the people were heard every night and every night, and then a few of the men went crazy and went crazy, and came at a time of panic.

And even though he lived these years, and when he met him, he could not have been afraid.

He thinks it’s incredible that he looks young and looks like he’s poisoned.

Since the day of Monroe’s reign, the strange things had really never happened, and the more people thought he was doing it, the more he felt he was getting mad.

Then something happened to the emeralds, and he was also in grave danger and the doctors were helpless.

He said that he had been poisoned with snakes and that he had on his back a potion that could cure the poison and bring back the dead. He also said that they could order him to give it to himself if they only had to hold on to it as a hostage.

He had no other choice but to agree to a plan, and to set it up, and to lure it with all the gold, and to deceive him from the Qur’an, who was good in medicine.

The plan was for her to be arrested as soon as she came to the capital, and he heard from her that she had been able to cure the snakes, that he was surprised and had a few hopes, and that she would try, but who knew her?

Suddenly, the wind blew out of the window, and Master Mon was struck by it.

“Mr. Yu, can you tell me how to save him?” I’m sorry.

“Have you ever heard of a florist? I’m sorry.

Master Monty shakes his head.

The turret, which had been listening in silence, had changed its face, and its heart had been in a state of disarray, and it had barely contained the shock of its heart, with a few differences in its eyes.

“The poison of snakes is the poison of the earth, but few have heard of it. Intestines are no less toxic than snakes, and can cause liver intestines to break. But when combined, they can bring back the dead. I’m sorry.

“A snake venom in the heart, that is to say…”

“In other words, we just have to find the ectoplasm and dress the second man. “The eyes are as clean as the water of the autumn lake.”

“The entrails grew on the Peak, and there were only three left to be burned by an unknown fire a hundred years ago, two of which were taken five years ago, and one more. We’ll leave tomorrow. If you don’t feel comfortable, send some men to follow us, so we can find them soon. I’m sorry.

“Thank you, thank you…” The Lord has repeatedly repeated these words with his hands covered with tears.

The sky is getting darker, and Master Monopoly has kindly arranged a guest room for them.

They covered the door with a little hotness on their faces and a little twirling on their lips, and couldn’t stop looking at the turret.

The moment when he hit the bellow, his eyes began to fade away.

He’s looking at him like he never knew him.

He’s got a beat in his heart, and he’s got a bit of a fright in his eyebrow.

What’s going on?

“You… ah…”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a fine, white hand grabbed him in his shirt and he was able to make a short cry when he was breathing in his throat.

And the Qur’an seized him, and one of them turned his back, and set his back against the door, strangling him, and pulled him down.

The breath is instantaneous.

Scrambled, stiff.

“The Qing-eun…”

Seeing the hyena getting closer to itself, he was so hot on his face that he looked away and accidentally fell on his collarbone, where there were three tiny red spots.

He frowned and thought it to be a sign from that night, but now he looks at it with some uncertainty.

What’s with the red dots on your collarbone? I’m sorry.

The three red dots were soared a month ago that they didn’t hurt or swell up, that she could not see why they had come.

However, the most important point now is not the three red dots.

“Do you think you’re really a student of Plenty King’s Landing?” “The Quetta looked into his eyes and asked:

He didn’t answer his questions. He swooped, looked, “No.” I’m sorry.

He breathed into his breath, and said: I am nothing but a fair rabbit. I made that up. I’m sorry.

“Then how do you know that entrails cure snake poison? * The Qur’an’s breath blows out on his cheeks, and his eyes stare at him without a trace.

“Before one of our demons has told me. I’m sorry.

“How do you know that I took the two broken intestines of Qing Peak? I’m sorry.

Scratch your face, roll your throat, rip your lips.

“You said, five years ago, you fixed the snakes for thither, naturally … you picked flowers. I’m sorry.

The dim eyes of the hyena were on him and he looked at the half of it, and the mouth opened:

“I couldn’t do anything about the poison of the snakes, and the only way I could think of was to fight with it, because my body was uniquely clean, and I used to take two of the same grasses, one of them to test it, and it was only then that I determined that the intestinal flower was the antidote to the snakes’ poison. And I’ve never told you about them. Now you tell me how you found out I picked–“

Take a deep breath. Words are clear:

“Two, broken, intestines, flowers.”

9

The day after tomorrow, when the Qur’an wakes up, the sky is bright.

She pushed the door open in her clothes and, as soon as she lifted her feet, she saw a silver sword crumbling in the corner of the wall, with her eyes closed, as though she was asleep, but sleeping in a very restless and stunned manner.

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

The white, delicate skin of a man, with no imperviousness, appears even more nuanced in the sun, as white china, and the long, small lashes cast a shadow over his eyes.

The eyes of the tower were dark, and the fresh breath began to deteriorate.

Sleep well.

When he was breathing for a while, he finally reached out with his hand, and his finger was in the middle of the air when he touched his face.

When I met her last night, I couldn’t say a word, and I couldn’t say a word.

“Perhaps you’re wrong. Think about it. Did you accidentally slip your mouth and talk to me about two ectoplasms? I’m sorry.

I’ve never forgotten, but I’ve never seen him with a very strong memory.

He knew that his excuse was so lame, that his head was too low to look at her eyes, and he didn’t know what to say.

“Well…” the silent voice goes in the ear at the next second.

The thought of the Quil-e-Tah was pulled back.

What did you hide from her?

And why is it that you don’t want to let yourself know?

At that point, the twitching of the twilight, which had been closed, opened its eyes.

He saw the turret flashing like ink, remembering what it was and consciously avoiding her eyes as if he had done something wrong.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at his head and looked at the tower, and his heart was alive, and he committed a series of acts of confusion.

Fearing that she might not hear her breath, she put her hand on her eyebrow, rubbed her neck, and sometimes looked at the turret’s reaction with the extra light.

I had a bad night’s sleep.

And it will all be in the eyes of the twilight of the twilight, and it will quickly be filled with doubt.

“Last night where did you sleep? I’m sorry.

“Don’t you see? I’m sorry.

Sorrowed his fingers out of the wall.

“Here. I’m sorry.

“And when the Que-e-Ta-Taah covers his lips unbelievably, rubbing in his heart, and is strong:

“Otha, I’ve always been strong, all right, really, it’s nice to sleep here, and clean and spacious. Except–“

Saying, “Fear your head, as if it were to cover the darkness of the eyes,

“Aside from the cold wind of the night, the heavy of the fall, and occasionally a few maids passing by, the sight of the tiger, and the look of the joke with a couple of kids, it’s really all right. I’m sorry.

Smiling, little tremors of bright voices, but fragile.

Oh, my God! I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an was strangling his hand, and his eyes were undisguised,

“You’re so stupid! It’s so cold at night. Why not set up another room for you? I’m sorry.

Looks up at her, and there comes a shallow fog.

‘Cause I’m pissing you off, I don’t deserve it. I’m sorry.

It doesn’t deserve it. Her hand is wrapped in her hand, and she looks up in her eyes, whispering:

“Could you stop being mad at me for knowing I was wrong? I’m sorry.

The hyena’s eyes trembled and no talk.

And in the light of that little sun, she is gazed upon without a moment, and in the pure black, there is tenderness of ingratitude, and a little gestation in the little humid air, as if it were to infiltrate her soul.

And as if in his eyes, in his heart, in the world, there was only her.

And the Qur’an was looked at with such a warm eye, and it began to grow.

Two men looked at him, and the hysteria came close, and a soft platinum stood on the wall on both sides of his body, while the other stretched towards him…

The belt.

The stinging heart jumps, the body is cold and leans back, and the breath is steeply heavy.

“The Que-ah… don’t…”

The word “here” had just spilled out of his throat, but he saw the hand of the Queitah swirling around his belt, and the ear of the silver sword caught in his waist.

Wrinkled frown.

The hyena’s eyes were soft, softly toned, unwittingly pulled out of his mouth:

“I saw this sword above the ear last night, and there was a jade fall. I’m sorry.

The air seemed quiet.

The heart of the gills, the stiff-eyed eyes, but the original jade that should have been on the field is gone.

“I remember, it’s moontooth-shaped, is it? “The hyena’s sight slowly fell on his face, with little smile.

Scrambled, her throat scrambled softly, and her heart was already confused.

“Look…

From their sleeves, the cylindrical luminous platitude of a platinum plume, touching its tattooed path, looking softly at the smudged smiles, and slightly picking up the beautiful eyebrow:

“Is this it?”

I can’t talk anymore.

The Quetta is still smiling nicely.

“This is my side of the pillow, and it’s strange that it was supposed to be with you. I’m sorry.

“I am…”

He’s got a hard-on, he’s blind, he’s got a red ear.

He crouched with a silver sword in the corner of the wall for half an hour last night and heard a flat and regular breath within the house and pushed the door into it.

Take the sword from the waist and lay her on the side of her side with the coat, and carry the twirl and the twirth of her back in her arms.

Don’t ask.

The question is…

Is it not as comfortable as a cold sword?

He fell asleep with a red face.

On the following day, while she was still awake, he carefully pulled out of his arms and left with his clothes on his feet.

Who would have thought that all of this had been silent and had accidentally dropped a jade fall?

Wait a minute, since she found out early, which means she’s playing with him?

The emotional complexity of her eyes is so great that she must have seen her mouth shut and her lips opened, and when she had to speak, she heard a cry of cold.

Just. The hyena looked at him, and his eyes were cold, and he said, “You don’t have to worry about the ectoplasm. I’m sorry.

It’s just a little bit of a blunder in the eyes and a little bit of an undetectable struggle.

And then, in the end, he said with determination, “I didn’t mean to say it, but I did.”

“Dude! I’m sorry.

The sound of Master Mun came suddenly behind him.

His face was blue and his eyes were blue, but he came towards them with a smile.

“I have prepared for you the dry food and wine, and I have chosen for you more than a dozen skilled and well-intentioned escorts, who are waiting outside the capital, ready to go. I’m sorry.

“Just one thing I don’t understand. “When they stood in front of them, they were confused.

“Why do you have to prepare five bottles of wine? What is this all about? I’m sorry.

Before returning to his room last night, he was given the address of a liquor store called “The Long-Language”, where he was asked to buy five pots of wine and to make more money when he went.

It’s strange that the liquor store was born out of thin air, that he had never seen before, and that the owner was also in black and covered and mysterious.

The boss seemed to have expected him to come without looking at him and reached out with a finger saying, “A pot of wine for 1,000 taels.” I’m sorry.

He was surprised that the wine was so expensive, that he was well prepared to bring the money.

When he left with five pots of wine, he couldn’t help but look back and the liquor store disappeared…

And then when he woke up, he looked at the tower, and the words that he wanted to say were blocked in his throat and suddenly he couldn’t say again.

He opened his eyes and looked to Master Mon, “Does Master Mon ever hear of the evil of Qing Feng?” I’m sorry.

“A little heard. “The Lord nodded his head, his eyebrow crossed a twilight.

The dense forest at the entrance to Mount Ki-chul is constantly tumultuous, and ordinary people, when inhaled, fall into illusions, seeing the deepest desire in their hearts or what they fear most, fearing that if they are not determined, they will fall into a illusion forever and never awake again.

“It’s true that I’ve been worried all night about this anger. Do you have any idea what you can do? I’m sorry.

Scratch the head, “I’ve got magic, I can seal it off, and the turquoise is clean, and we’re not afraid of it.” I’m sorry.

Great! “What about his bodyguards?

These wines can’t be used by both of them to watch the guards die and lose their spirits and dance.

The Master is so nervous, he shakes his head, abandons the strange idea of Ritchie and asks:

“It’s not these wines that can cure the poison?” I’m sorry.

I smiled, my eyes were warm, “Not all of them. I’m sorry.

He took out a bag from his cuffs containing a lot of stuff.

“These are the detoxifications I brought back from Ponley to protect against gas damage. I’m sorry.

When did you get to look at that bag with suspicion?

It appeared that she had been caught yesterday by a twilight design, that he had left for some time and that she thought he had escaped…

Did he leave to get these antidotes back in the rabbit’s nest?

“The pyrotechnics and the insects will release the mist, and the detoxification will probably not last much longer. These wines use a very special culinary flower, which cannot be produced for five years, to a certain extent to suppress the toxicity of the gas, and when they take the detoxin, they will cover their mouths and noses with the wet cloths that are drunk, and they will have an additional protection. I’m sorry.

“I see…”

His Majesty, with his direct eye on the surface, a complex emotion spreads from the chest.

He doesn’t believe in Quiz, and why would he believe in an undiscovered past?

As for the choice of trust, it is the simplest purpose of saving people, in addition to not wanting to offend them.

A clear-sighted man can see that the connection between the stinging and the hyena is not the same, that he helped save the brave, but also for the hyena, which she indirectly killed.

And the confrontation that took place yesterday between Qimon and Qi-tao made him realize that there was a blood feud between Qimon and Qi-tao. If they had followed the plan and finally received the medicine, would Zimon really have saved the brave?

He’s not sure.

It is more convincing to do so than to do it with an impeccable motive, an impeccable character, an impeccable purpose and a clear purpose.

Now he’s willing to speak of the detoxification of the gas, and he’s so generous that he’s really out of his mind and looks like he’ll be alive soon!

In this way, he had a little shock in his heart, and the old face showed a little excitement.

“When are you two leaving? I’m sorry.

It was dark and the heart stopped beating.

When the eyes turned towards the Qur’an, they felt a little nervous, and their hands dazzled.

He’s angry with him, and I’m afraid he won’t be seen today, let alone in a carriage with him.

And he groaned alone and opened his eyelashes, and he was about to open his mouth and asked Master Mon to help him prepare another carriage, and he heard the tower say to him: “It is not too early, let’s leave immediately.” I’m sorry.

He was a little obstinate, and when he passed over, the Qur’an and Lord Mon were already at the steps of the porch.

It seems as if the Queit has stopped and turned to him, asking for a frown: “Come on. I’m sorry.

He didn’t move.

And the euphoria with its chest and its gaze round his face, and its voice cooled: “What is it, guilt? So you can’t ride in a carriage with me? I’m sorry.

It’s like the sound of the sound of the word, and it feels like there’s a piece of gold rock on the chest, and it’s so boring.

He pulled his lips off, bowed his head, and he said, “Here he comes. I’m sorry.

10

Outside Monroe.

The dozen guards he had set up were fat and fat, had a common leg, each had a horse, and the fur was luminous, and a good bunch of horses.

Not only that, they had swords and swords, and the axes and axes were so full of weapons, they were so cold and scrawling, and the gods were so obscurant.

The walkers passing through the moment were looking at curiosity.

The Zhou-eun looked at the scene and felt that if she had replaced a new raw armor, she would have thought that they were not going to pick flowers, but to go to war.

That’s a bit of a reflection. Master Mon is really rich.

It was just that, from last night until now, she did not seem to have seen the shadows of a blindfold.

The tower wrinkled, and his heart said, “Did he just stop?

At that point, she felt that a deep and incalculable line of view had been falling on herself, but as she pursued it, it had disappeared.

Quinta’s mind is so heavy that a few cold lights appear in his eyes.

She came a little bit closer, looked in the guard, but only looked in the eyes of the guard, and she was trying to give up, and the light came out of her eyes, and a tall figure stood by the horse.

He’s a man of common appearance, a man of the kind who can’t be found in a crowd.

“Who is that man? I’m sorry.

Master Mon followed her look and saw the man jump on the wagon, pull up the rope, and look like he was ready to go.

Master Mon said:

“His name is dumb, he can’t speak, and he’s honest and hardworking. Don’t look like he’s the best horseman in a hundred miles. As a rule, Qingu Feng will take about three days to get here, but with his skills, he will arrive in two days. I’m sorry.

Think about it, Master Mon added, “He’s good at kung fu too. I’m sorry.

If he looks at him, the mute sees her and looks at her.

He showed her a thick smile, but he was confused and he seemed to wonder why the Quaqun looked at herself with such eyes.

“What’s wrong with this mute? Do you want to…?

“None. “I’m just asking, since he can drive and fight, he has to keep it.” I’m sorry.

“That’s good. I’m sorry.

Master Mon was relieved to think of something, to see his well-prepared escorts with beards, and looked forward to asking, “Yes, you two are happy with these escorts. I’m sorry.

Word is, the big dudes were stunned, their eyes were brushed and they fell on them.

“Great. “I’m not sure where I’m going, but I’m not sure where I’m going to get a fan, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do.

“It’s not necessary. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

The two voices were ringing together, and they were silent.

The Qur’an looked at him in the glare, and looked at him, but he turned his eyes away from his heart, and used a fan to block her cheek, and was afraid to look at her.

The Queen’s face is heavy.

Shit.

Again.

What do you mean, you’re not? Tell me why you’re wrong!

She turned her eyes away from her eyes and smitten the twigs on her skirmishes, as if she were going to level the pain in her heart.

Master Mon saw the reaction of both men, but there was some confusion.

The mountain of Qingbong is in a very dangerous state, with its long years of tumultuous activity, and some people who want to go to the mountain to find herbs are never going to return, and as a result, Qingbong is known by the world as the ogre.

In his view, the Queit was able to return five years ago unharmed, either by accident or by the help of a nobleman.

Yes, he chose these escorts to be one-size-fits-all, six-size-fits-all.

And these weapons and equipment, all of which he had spent at great cost, had more than enough to deal with common monsters.

He also had some concerns that it would upset the pompousness of the fairies, which would have revealed that he did not trust in his magic, and had done everything.

I’m not sure if you’re happy to accept it.

Master Meng coughed in the face of the good character he had to ask.

“Why would Miss Hao say that?” But I don’t have enough arrangements. I’m sorry.

The Que-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

Five years ago, she went to pick flowers on the Peaks, without any obstacles other than the poison that did nothing to her, and without any border formation, a swamp trap, not to mention the evil demons and insects, and without even a small moth.

The journey was too smooth, if it was just an ordinary mountain, and if it cast doubt on the Zhui-tao, the ogres of the rumour were gushing.

“You don’t know anything about Master Mon, the Qing Peak…”

The towers stopped and firm eyes suddenly became uncertain.

She suddenly remembered that the flowering was not always free.

When she reached the peak, her feet slipped, and she fell on the cliff, and it was only at that moment that she was surrounded from all sides by a thick purple vine, and she was held steady.

The night before the euphoria left, it happened to have been seen in the ancient world. They were spiritual, they consumed human blood, they used human flesh as fertilizer, but they were evil.

This purple vine, which disappeared thousands of years ago, has now resurfaced and saved her life.

It’s just… it’s crazy.

Not long ago, the wrinkled purple vine fell from her like a current and went underground and disappeared.

If anything happens, it’s her illusion.

The Qur’an is in place, and it is a time of mixed thoughts, and it is a momentary glimpse of a large plume of plume, red as fire, and a faint fragrance.

It’s a ecstasy. It’s not bad for the body.

The hyena, while not afraid of venom, is uncertain whether this non-toxic, non-toxic ecstasy can confuse her mind.

At the moment, the purple vine has disappeared, and she can only believe that it was the lucid weed that worked, and that it was only recently that the information about the purple vines and the memory was so deep that the illusions arose.

Other than that, no other reason could be expected.

“…the Qing-tao girl? I’m sorry.

Master Mon, with the sound of curiosity, pulled the Qing-eun back from his memories.

The hyena looked up, and there was still a bit of cynicism.

“What are you saying? He asked again.

He woke up and decided not to say anything for a while, except to be asked by Master Mun, she had to find an excuse.

The eye looked softly at the eyelids, and the eye of the twirth was strung, and suddenly he took a tow, and scaffolded it with some charred eyes.

She said, “It is we who want to say that a man who is a student of the King’s Landings of Plenti, and has a high degree of magic, and that even with a few protections that are completely inert, a man can deal with it, and protect everyone, and need not be so aggressive. I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an turned his head and looked at the Lord, and his eyes were hidden under the eyelashes, and he was blind, saying: Ask someone, do you not believe?

“The Lord has seen the two seem to be acting strangely, embarrassed and smiling, turning their heads towards their heads, and a bit of a bit of a nervous state, and saying, “The Prince, Zhua-san,

“Not necessarily. I’m sorry.

A light sentence was drawn from the larynx, but the eyes looked straight in the direction of the turret and the eyes were dark.

He said, “And tell someone, when I have two eyes, my heart will be on someone, and I will not see anyone else, let alone take care of them.” Wouldn’t it be better if those people could take care of themselves, in accordance with Master Mon’s current arrangements. I’m sorry.

The sound of the word fell, as if the air was suddenly clattering.

He’s barely breathing.

The men who were forced to become self-reliant were shivering in their faces, and there was a complex and undetectable complaint about their eyes.

And the dazzling pupils are black and white, and the curly eyelashes shiver, and their mouths are slightly raised, and an innocent expression.

As if he was saying, “What kind of bad will is rabbit?”

In silence.

The Master laughed a few times and he didn’t know what he was saying:

“As long as he is true to her heart and love, old men wish you the same for ever, and have a good son.” I’m sorry.

Scratch it and laugh it, and the fan shakes it.

It’s a quiet, but it’s complicated.

Undeniably, Fong heard the stinging and saw his face as innocent and full of bad thoughts, and his heart fell short.

She suddenly thought of the detoxifications.

The detoxification would not have happened to him, but could have been a little bit of a collection of secrets over the years.

She can’t be indifferent because she’s poor, she’s poor, she’s tired and has to give up her hard-earned treasure.

She thought it would be a good idea to treat her like a man.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable irritation.

She knew that she was hiding a lot from her, and even though she would not be harmed, she remained in a state of panic.

It was not that she had no idea that she knew about the two ectoplasms, or that it was because he had followed her five years ago and had removed all the obstacles to her and had made it easy for her to collect them.

But the point is…

And she saved the hare that went into the trap, and she was a smitten rescuer, after she had come back from the harvest.

In other words, until then, she’s not even known by the coat.

It’s annoying.

The turret turned his head and looked at the eyebrows with a smile, with a different color.

Nothing says anything. It jumps on the wagon.

And look upon the back of the Qur’an, and look at it, and look at it, and smile with a small smile, and put away the fan, and follow it into the carriage.

Eleven.

Master Meng was right. He was very good at driving his car, and it took him only two days to get to the bottom of the mountain.

The Guardians jumped off their horses and looked up at them, and saw nothing but a plume of dazzling clouds covering a mountain’s peak, relapsing and fragrance, and falling in the sky, as if it were in the clouds, and as if it were a good land.

As the world is aware, the Mount of Qing is dangerous and dangerous, but the peak is full of treasures beyond the imagination of human beings, so many people are still on the top of the peaks of the clouds when their lives are left behind.

However, when a fan was pulled out of the curtain, the coating was drawn down from the carriage, and the other hand reached in, with an invitation gesture.

The large hands of the white porcelain, the skin of which is in the sun, glitter, and the luminous side of silver, and the warmth.

After a long time, the Qur’an had to look up, but he found his hands covered with sweat, as if he was holding up some strength and as if he was nervous.

On the way, two people rarely spoke, and most of the time spent in silence.

Despite the fact that several times she had seen the complex, rhetorical sights of her eyes, she had kept her eyes closed like old monks. She had decided that it was urgent to collect flowers to save her life.

Here, the red lips of the Quil-taq-taq-taq-taq-taq-taq-taq-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-duk-d-d-duk-d-d-duk-d-d-duk-duk-duk-d-d-d-duk-d-duk-duk-d-d-duk-duk-duk-duk.

The warm touch is transmitted from the palms to the tip of the heart, the frowning eyebrows spread out, and the twilight smiles are not in the mouth.

Upon getting off the train, the tower looked at the top of the forest, hidden by fog, and for some reason was troubled.

The guards who went to the road saw nothing, their feet were strangling, their pupils were strained and their eyes were full of terror.

“What’s that? What kind of monster is that? I’m sorry.

Words were coming out, the rest of the guards were taking defensive positions, moving slowly, with two pairs of eyes like eagles staring in the front without a second, while the cold, wet fog was lying on the ground.

“Quick… look over there…” A strong guard swallowed the sorceress.

The blizzards of the wind whirlwind and the sound of the leaves rises and tumbles, spreading a gruesome feeling.

And it is not until the people draw near, and the fog is hidden, that they find it not a monster, but a living, bloody man.

The man was unconsciously lying on the ground, and his robe had been stained with blood and could not be seen in its original colour, as if it had just been a battle.

The hyenas closely stare at the chest of the man, where there is a deep bone scar, apparently scratched by some claw, and the blood is flowing down.

Is it true there’s a demon in his voice?

At that time, the man opened his eyes, slowly rising from the ground, seemed to care nothing about his injuries, and the wounds to his chest were splattered with blood as he did not notice.

The sight fell on the face of the Qur’an in an instant, and the micro-expressions of the man’s face changed a little bit, cluttered and moved, and swept a circle among the people, and the five officials, engraved like blades, carried a cold air.

“Who are you?” What are you doing here?”

The guards were asked, face to face, but did not answer the men’s questions. They have to be on guard until they know whether they are enemies or friends.

“My name is Zhu Tha, a doctor in a small town down the hill, and they are my guards. Our trip is to pick up rare medicines to treat people. “The Quil-e-Tai naturally saw their difficulties and offered to explain.

The man listens to me with no face, and suddenly he looks at me like he’s broken. I’m sorry.

He was staring at the hands of the hyenas and seemed to see a hole through it.

He’s got his head on his head, his lips on his head, and he’s looking at this man.

And the feeling of familiarity is so strong that she can’t help but think of someone.

The one who loved her before, treated her as good as ever, and ended up without mercy betraying her and hurting her.

The one thing that struck her most was that he had suffered so much injury without showing half the pain in his face.

But…

This is a strange face…

It can’t be him.

It’s a big deal.

She stares at men’s eyes from doubt, from exploration, to calm, and she says, “He is me.”

“I’m her husband. I’m sorry.

He’s got a twirl in his heart, and he’s looking at it.

“Scratch, you…”

I just said a few words and my hands were held up.

She squeezed a soft piece of meat in her hand with a little twig.

She had a slight tremor of her hands, and then the hand, which was so long as to be purged, slipped into her finger stitches, and her fingers were tied.

It is an undisguised provocation to look at men in the eye.

The Qi-eun reacted and watched with doubt the hands of the two.

She’s never met that man. Why is she so concerned with him and anxious to proclaim sovereignty before him?

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

Then he smiled at her, and his eyes shined, and he whispered in her ear, “I fear your hands are cold.” I’m sorry.

HOLDON:

What the hell is cold hands?

If you want to hold hands, you don’t have to find such a lame excuse.

As soon as the mouth of the Qur’an was drawn, he opened his mouth and asked him what he wanted to ask, he turned his eyes on the black and innocent eyes, and his heart fell apart, and the questions that were to be asked were swallowed.

She wondered whether, despite the fact that something had been hidden from her, she was still a sensitive and fragile baby rabbit, and what was needed most was to give him enough security.

Just let him go.

“Who are you?” Is that what you’re looking for? I’m sorry.

Men stare coldly, fight cold, and see cold in their eyes.

The silence, he turned away from his eyes, and he turned to the hyena, and said, “A friend of mine, in the lower moor, has a serious illness, and there’s something that he needs. I’m sorry.

“The wounds on your body are the wounds of a demon.” I’m sorry.

“Yes. Moul’s eyes were dazzled, low and cold, and: “This dense forest is at the entrance to Qingyu’s border, and it is a monster that I accidentally got poisoned in my fight with, so that I was seriously wounded, and I had to flee before I could do anything else. I’m sorry.

The twilight of the twilight and the confusion of the heart rises.

How come she’s never heard of a man in Quixuan before?

Besides, he looks so young, not like some kind of anonymous outsider.

What is it that suddenly reminds you of?

“The monster has always stood by the border? I’m sorry.

Mülton Zunton said: “At least I will not be absent until I go today. I’m sorry.

Her hands were strangling, and the deeper she was, she had never met a demon at the border five years earlier.

And Moul looked at her, and looked at her, and the mist in her pure eyes was as twilight, and his lips moved, and he whispered, “The monster is strong, and you are a weak woman, do not take the risk.” I’m sorry.

“This is not true. I’m sorry.

He looked at the shadows, and the fan in his hand was fanned, and his eyes blinked,

“How can you speak of a weak woman who has raised my heaven with his body, when he is as beautiful as a flower, a skilled doctor, a great man with a great heart, and holds on to the world with a pair of fibers?” I’m sorry.

When a rainbow’s fart was over, a glimpse of his eyes showed that his face had not changed significantly, but his lips had snubbed.

And here’s a little bit of silence in my heart, and a cold look at Muldo:

“Be a man, mind your own business and don’t get mixed up in other people’s affairs. I’m sorry.

Mule’s got his hands on his finger.

He kept looking at her, but her looks seemed to be tacit, a little dazzling, a little complicated, and he said:

“Fang is the one who’s making a fuss. Since we have the same purpose, can I come with you? I’m good at kung fu. I’m sorry.

He looked down and his voice became lighter, and he couldn’t hear any other emotion: “This way, he can look after each other.” I’m sorry.

She’s got two words out of her mouth.

“The photo, the photo, the photo, the response?”

The sarcasm of his mouth, the sarcasm of his mouth, and the odour of his eyes on the moor, and the perdition of his body.

He slowly and logically joined the fan in his hand.

“For the first time, I saw a man who couldn’t stand his strength and tried to get away with it. I’m sorry.

Muir looked at it in cold and cold, and looked at it half-twirth, and his cold eyes swept through the guard, and his throat swung a sentence: “Even if I was hurt, my strength was far above them.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

“So what if it’s good? It’s not like you’ve been made of a little poison. It’s just the bravery of the Piper. I’m sorry.

Mule heard the point, his eyes were in danger, staring at him, “You’ll cure the poison? I’m sorry.

“That’s natural. I’m sorry.

“How else am I supposed to say you’re the brave man?” I’m sorry.

Muir’s dark eyes were cold and cold, and the air fell into a brief silence.

He was able to feel an anonymous hostility towards the obscenity of the obscurity.

They can search for memories, but they have not met before, and they cannot find an enemy against him.

The eyebrow wrinkled, and he looked at the turrets, and then looked at the turrets, and then he fixed his eyes firmly on his face.

What did he find?

I was forced to keep my heart down.

“You don’t have to do this to me. We’re all trying to save people. Qing Peak is in danger, the demons are lurking, there’s one more man, and I don’t have to say more. Don’t worry, we’ll split up when we get our medicine back. I’m sorry.

Scratch the bells, look at the bells without a trace, scratch the palms, and laugh and look at Mule.

“You’re in such a bad condition. You want to go in there and get your medicine. I’m sorry.

It’s like the sound of the word, and Mule’s got a slight change of face.

“So what, not what, and what with you. I’m sorry.

“Don’t argue again! A guard came out bravely and almost yelled at it.

He saw both of them looking at each other, and he had a hard-on-the-skin, and he said:

“He said, “If I could walk with him, I would never fear the demons again. I’m sorry.

Says he looks up to the hyena with anticipation. I’m sorry.

He’s got a sweat in his hand, and he’s afraid the hyena will refuse.

After all, they were told to take good care of themselves.

And even though some of them have hands, they are the eyes of the flesh, how can they fight them? Now there’s a moul who can escape from the death of the demons. He’s like he’s got the straw.

And he will listen to the Qur’an, so long as the Qur’an agrees, it will be no more than he will.

I’ll tell you something.

She’s the only one who’s been watching the two of us fight, you come to me, and there’s doubt in her heart.

Even though she had not spent much time with the scavenging, she knew better about his sexuality.

Mild, simple, occasional and jealous, but never so indiscriminate against a stranger.

The source of this hostility is obviously her.

It’s not like it’s an ordinary hostility. It’s like it’s been a long time.

Is it true that Muir’s identity is suspected?

The turret bites on his lower lip, his fingertips are tight.

If Muir is such a queen…

Everything makes sense.

She never forgets that Og was also poisoned with snakes, and that the only person she told five years ago was the hives.

I can’t feel it.

She used to take medicine for her life in Kunlun and could do so for her time.

He’s always been nice to people he likes.

But how do you explain that?

The tycoon stares carefully at Mule, and his eyes start to snap.

The face was not false, and she did not see any crack, not a skin mask.

Was it by magic? But the posterior, though powerful, does not know magic.

The tycoon’s heart is a bit of a test.

“It’s good to go with nature, except that the medicine I’m going to take is rare, and there’s only one in the world today. Can you tell me the name of your herb? If it’s the same as me, we’ll have to leave it alone. I’m sorry.

Murwai, with dark eyes, silently spits out a name for a moment. I’m sorry.

“This is not what I’m going to pick. “It seems to be a relief, but his eyes are staring at him, trying to see the traces of lies in his face.

And yet, suddenly, her heart was smitten, as though it had been passed through her chest and heart by a single drop of water with the coldness of the bones.

With her chest covered, her lips swung, and she fell into the arms of hers with her heart strained.

The pain continued for a while.

There was a twilight in her heart, and there had been several twirlings of her heart before, and she diagnosed her own veins and found nothing unusual.

“The Tower”? I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. “The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

The remaining light of the eye is a glimpse of the tight fists of Muir, and there are a few blunders in the shadows that seem to hold on to something.

What’s the reaction?

The hyena’s luminous.

If he’s such a hindsight, hiding his identity, what’s the purpose of the change?

Will it be for the time of Augusto?

With her to steal her intestines?

12

The dark clouds, the wind, and the whole dense forest, covered in clouds and clouds, spread a sense of depression that could not be said to be, causing a lack of breath, which seemed to be a bad omen.

The fog-like air is cloudy, and it’s about to be heard in the dark that there seem to be some vermin. “The sand is ringing, and somehow they will not come out and attack them.”

It is a good thing that this dense forest is not large, and that the coating that walks in front stretches out an arm to the waist of the turret and holds people in their arms.

Those who had taken the detoxification of diarrhea early in Mont-Moon followed them behind with their winey handkerchiefs. It took about a quarter of a hour to reach the entrance to the border with Mount Qingu.

“Oh, why didn’t you see the demons? I’m sorry.

And when the sound of the guardian’s voice came to pass, and there came in the sky a blaze of fury like beasts, and at once the insects of the forest were raised, and the earth was shaken.

It’s too big to sound like it’s gonna pierce everyone’s ear.

The eunuchs were dying to look over the sky, and there was only one blizzard of white light pouring into their pupils, and it was a giant bird monster that came into their eyes.

It is white, strangely, with two heads, one of whose eyes is closed, and one of which seems to be asleep, and the other of which is dark and dark, the giant beaks are sharp, like two swords.

Silent silence.

“You dare come here!”

The beast’s eyes were sharp, and the beaks were rounded together, and the sound of bitterness came out of his mouth.

“No way! What a monster! I’m sorry.

And the eye of the beast was locked in the other, and the eye overtook the doubt.

We have yet to wait for you to come back from the fear that the demons will speak, and suddenly, the hot white light will pass through their heads very quickly, and a white giant claw will be taken in the direction of Mule at the speed of an arrow.

And Moul’s eyes were dazzled, and his hands were wrangled, and the claws that came towards him were a strangulation, and the sword was sharp and silver.

Boom!

The beasts and beasts were alive and ate the blow, and a growling and hum in their mouths seemed to tear the sky apart.

The roar was as if it was the smell of an order, because the infested insects in the forest suddenly began to get restless and to move.

The wind rises fast, and the ferocious, black-pressured insects fly out of the sky, gushing towards everyone like a current.

Boom!

The eyes are obscured, and the fan in his hand becomes a silver sword.

The magic of condensation immediately appeared on the silver sword, breaking through the long sky, creating a huge wave of wind, and turning into debris when the infested insects sprung in the direction of the coatings and turrets.

After a moment, the agitated poison worms continue to rush up like weary.

“What are you waiting for? Get your weapon! I’m sorry.

With a dazzling reminder, the bodyguards took up their weapons as they first woke up in a dream and confronted the insects of thousands of horses.

Muir’s dark, dark eyes stopped on the turret for a moment and looked at the tiara:

“I’ll take care of the monster, and protect her.”

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect her. I’m sorry.

One of the guards who overheard the dialogue between the two men was holding up their weapons against the plentiful venomous insects, and was in a state of indignity, holding himself strong and tearing his eyes.

It’s okay. He can take care of himself.

The monster roared again, dived down, and a sharp claw came towards the shoulder of Mur.

Muir’s eyes were cold and clean from the claws of the monster, and he took a few steps back, with his twirling twirl in his twirl, and his twirling twirl in his twirl, pointing directly to his eyes.

The monster couldn’t catch Mule.

You can’t kill me, you can’t kill me this time! I’m sorry.

It’s full of huge wings, and it sweeps out another storm.

The frown of the frown and the frown of the twirling, the twirling of the moul, the twirling of the twirling, the twirling of the twirling.

The post-war attack was as rigorous as he was, in a practical manner, without any muds and water, let alone the use of flaunts.

But she still feels…

Muir’s obnoxious martial arts skills are like to be shown…

On the ground, a sound of pain was ringing, the hysteria turned its head and saw three people surrounded by a group of poisonous insects under black pressure, one of them with a large mustache, and fell back.

The black-faced companion on the left has to hold him and call for help:

Look at my brother, she’s been bitten by a junkie! I’m sorry.

And he covered the towers with stings, and he came to the guard, and waved his sword to clear them of the venom.

The Quil-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

His eyes were in pain, his beard shuddered, his bites on his hands were black and then swollen at the speed visible to his eyes.

However, the Zhu ‘ a observed that, apart from being pale, his face was normal, apparently because of the detoxification of his body.

The wounds now look terrible, but a few days’ rest would have been sufficient, and if the poison had not been detoxified, it would have killed him instantly.

He took out a needle bag and gave him a silver needle.

After a simple treatment, the hyenas sound:

“He’s fine, but the situation needs rest. Take him out of the forest and find a guesthouse in a small town at the foot of the mountain. We’ll meet you back. I’m sorry.

The guard, who had a dark face, noded his head, raised his beard, and said to the man on the right, low-headed and silent, “Silence, stay.” I’m sorry.

The mute doesn’t respond.

The guard had a darker face, and he pushed the dumb.

“Hey, I spoke to you yesterday, and you’ll answer, why are you acting like you’re owed thousands of silver in a man’s face? Can’t you just nod your head? I’m sorry.

And it was at this moment that a sly insect came out of the moustache of the bite, and smitten towards the fragile neck of the tower.

In the second she stopped, she was suddenly surrounded by a force around her shoulder, towards the side.

“Look out! I’m sorry.

He looked towards the man who had saved her, and he turned his back, avoiding her eyes and leaving only one face.

“Do you know how to talk?” I’m sorry.

It’s hard to think about it, but it’s a pain in the wrist.

His eyes were wet and he looked at his wrists.

A fat junkie bit her wrist.

“Ache…”

It’s like the tip of a needle with an over-fired needle, poking straight into the heart of the muscle, and the pain of a sharp bone spreads all over the body.

That’s why the beard looks so ugly.

She was perfectly clean, but the pain and paralysis she felt after being bitten by the insect did not fall.

I can’t help but hum, and I’m shaky in the arms of the dumb.

The “mute” stood still, holding her steady with one hand and squeezing the machine, and the insect suddenly became a bloodbath.

And when I heard the pain of the hyena, I looked at her, and she was held by a man called the dumb one, and she was pale, and she had blood on her hands.

Zhui-eun! “You’re all right! I’m sorry.

The hyena shakes its head, and it hurts like hell.

And the thin lips are drawn to it in a straight line, and a dark stream flows in their eyes.

He turned his head slowly, and the sword in his hand pointed at the infested vermin, and the ink of his eyes was about to swung to the cold and full-blooded edges.

“You hurt her. I’m sorry.

It’s like they’re aware of the danger, they’re turning in, they’re hesitant to come up, they’re obstinate, they’re a little scared.

A step ahead of them, a cold air was simmering in their covert surroundings, and the whole dense forest seemed to be overshadowed by a sudden cloud.

“Not long enough to remember.” I’m sorry.

It’s like they’ve heard something incredible, and they’re panicking and trying to pull back.

Help!

How could it be him!

That’s why they’re holding back. If it wasn’t for the two-headed beast, they wouldn’t want to fight.

They tried to escape, blindfolded their eyes and laughed in contempt, with a chilling fragrance on their face.

His sword shines, his air current breaks in half the air, and his sword is split in two.

Boom!

A bang.

The insects were horrified by the saber air, and the fat body was shaken in the middle of the air, followed by the sound of a deafening “boom-boom” blast, all of which exploded and were turned into powder.

Everything is calm.

“He is a master of fairies! The power is so high! The guards looked at the scene and looked at it with respect.

The Quil-e-Ta ‘ s heart was turned to the ground, the wound was not painful, and he looked at her with complex eyes, and saw him coming towards her, with his head down and his mouth.

With that power, you’re a smooth rabbit?

Huh.

“Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

When he was pale and not talking, and when she had that shocking blood stain on her back, he was sank with water, and he was under pressure, and his dark eyes were brewing a storm: “Damn them.” I’m sorry.

“No more? I’m sorry.

It was a shock, when the air shrunk, and the breath collapsed, and the pure black eye blinked.

When he looked at him face-to-face, he had two syllables in his throat that were consistent with his rabbit identity:

“Squeak”? I’m sorry.

娥 娥 ……

All right, still putting it on me.

“It is only thanks to you that the hysteria snorts over his head, and his eyes flash, and he says, “It is thanks to you.” I’m sorry.

The mute looked at her, let her go and left without saying a word.

He looked at his back, and his eyes were dazzled.

“You also suspect him of being a concubine? The blogger says:

The hyena was in a state of intoxication and looked at the sept of the insect on the ground, with mixed eyes.

She didn’t think she’d get away with it. Now that he’s in the team, she’s not surprised.

“There is nothing suspicious about the way of dumbness, but must have been in the shadows all the time. Today, when we are not ready, we will steal the beams and turn them into mutes.” I’m sorry.

And squeezing her hand and whispering: “He can’t lift any wind with me.” I’m sorry.

He looked at him, he looked at him, and he looked at him, and he said, “It’s better to have a real mute.” I’m sorry.

That’s when there’s a rush in the ear.

“Look, Mr. Moo is down! I’m sorry.

“It’s as if…the wounds of Master Mu… his wounds are bleeding again! I’m sorry.

Look over.

Half-air, because of the extreme intensity of the movement, the wounds in the chest of Mulle, which were so easily wrapped up in turrets, appeared to have begun to see the blood again and to have become more pale.

Between the shavings, the beast scratches the body in many places, the clothes are broken and the blood is stained.

“In addition to the six beasts, I am the best of the world’s beasts, and perhaps the harem and I may be taller, but can you hurt me half by a mortal who has been seriously wounded? Two-headed birds and beasts look down on Mule.

Two wings vibrating, a strong wind slamming at Mur.

Mul’s in the middle of the air.

It was only for a long time that he confronted the demons, and he deliberately set in front of the Qur’an some of his incoherent and incompetent gestures, which he had not seen before.

It’s too late for that.

13

And suddenly, a sword shines like a thunderstorm, and it breaks open its killing, and cuts off its wings.

Two-headed birds and beasts are groaning in the sky.

Mule crosses his face, and he looks at the paints he’s standing next to.

Why save him?

But the next second he’ll know why.

He looked at the look of the turret and saw in her eyes a strong fear.

Is that why you saved him?

I don’t know what it’s like in my heart, but it’s a little gruesome, and it’s a little low on my eyes, and it’s a little bit of a hand.

The complexity of the palm lines, with a few fine whites jumping through them, is a remnant of illusions.

After the illusion, his face was in other eyes.

But I didn’t know that the Zhou-eun still recognized him.

His eyes were running through a little bit of complexity, and he tightened his fingers as if nothing had happened.

The two-headed beast looked around and found strange quiet at the moment, and the insects were all lost, and it had to panic.

It’s all about the Moul and thinks that the insects are enough to get rid of them. Who knows they’re standing here now, and the insects seem to disappear.

What the hell happened?

It’s staring at the gutter.

“Who are you? “and possessed such a deep and unpredictable magic…”

Its eyes suddenly became sharp and dangerous. I’m sorry.

“I am a man.” The only reason for this is that, at a young age, they were trained under the door of Plenati. I’m sorry.

The two-headed beast strutted its eyes and lived thousands of years, snuffing its mouth at the words of the few hundred-year-old beast.

Bullshit! On the other hand, the island of Ponglai is one island where no one can enter. What kind of master are you? It’s not…

Two-headed beasts paused for a moment and looked at him up and down. I’m sorry.

At the end of the sentence, he stares closely at his face and fears missing every look on his face.

And as soon as it came out, the pot was blown out of the piles of people, and people turned to each other and talked.

“If Peng Laijun never takes a man as his disciple… Then Master Yu is not a student of the Emperor, is he really…”

“The Devil”? I’m sorry.

The guards looked so pale, they looked all over the place and were terrified.

I feel a suspicious look on my body, and I have no words.

The guards began to stare with suspicion, fear and even a gruesome eye, and somehow they were particularly upset.

She took the first few steps towards the bird and animal path:

“How can you know that the message of the island of Peng Lai Xian, isolated from the rest of the world, is so little known? I’m sorry.

Her words drew the attention of the bi-headed beast, whose eyes looked at her with alarm.

Of course, it is not aware of this, but it is only the one who has made it up and made it up at will, and has proved it.

“You don’t have to argue for him. If he’s really a ghost, why don’t you argue with me? I’m sorry.

“That’s because…” The turret choked and his breath stopped. She’s quiet, she’s blinding, her brain is running crazy.

As she struggled to find a way to respond, the sound of a scrawny ear: “That’s because I am truly ashamed. I’m sorry.

As he was panicking, he was anxious to use his eyes as a sign not to turn himself away.

And two-headed birds and beasts, with their heads on their heads, are so looking.

“I was ashamed of my master, Pun Letty. “I was so sad that I couldn’t get my eyes out of my eyes, and it was a moment of silence and I was so sad.

Everyone: “What? I’m sorry.

“Many years ago, I was the Emperor’s favorite pupil, both in practice and in thought. And the emperor placed great hope in me, so that I might keep my heart in my heart, and that I might take off my bones and fly to the fair. I’m sorry.

“On one occasion, I stumbled into a desperate situation, and at the crucial moment I met a woman who saved my life. I’m sorry.

It grazed the turret, bited the red lips down on its head, shrouded the eyelashes, and smutted the sound in the dense forest.

“When I returned to Pun-lai, I found my heart no longer able to calm down, and my eyes were like her. I’ve lost my mind so I can’t continue to refine. I’m sorry.

The sound of stinging is light, as it struggles in the abyss, alone and helpless.

“I said to my master, ‘I have created a barrier in my heart, and I do not wish to be a fairy in this life. The master was angry, and made me kneel for seven days and seven nights, and kept my mind shut while I was in hiding, and saw that my will remained firm and that I could only be allowed to leave. I’m sorry.

And lamented: “Maybe it was because of me that I broke the heart of the emperor that he decided not to take any more of his disciples and not to allow a mortal to take another step into the bong.” I’m sorry.

“And then?” asked a guard.

I’ve been whispering for a moment, my eyes are dim and my mouth is making a bitter smile.

“I went to her with joy and found another man with her. Turns out they were young and young for a long time, and there was no one but the other. And this time…

It stopped, and her eyes fell on her, “She has forgotten me, but I’m a stranger who meets in the water. I’m sorry.

“And what can I do? She’s never missed anything. She’s been on my own all along. I’m sorry.

In a moment, there’s only silence in the woods.

And the turret and the twilight looked at him, and the sight went from the look of his lost eyes to the radiant radiant radiant radial of his lips, and strangled in his heart.

Unnamed acid flows into the nose, with a little redness in its eyes, and suddenly it blinks.

His mouth was stinging, his tears were suffocating.

She almost forgot, motherfucker, it’s all a story!

She was completely immersed in the language of his complaint and did not feel sorry for him, but, in contemplation, it was not entirely fabricated, even though he would have looked innocent and unsuspecting.

And a slight swallow broke the silence surrounding it.

“This is terrible! I’m sorry.

The guard’s eyelids were red and he was staring closely at his moods and finally able to control himself, with his face in his face, shed tears again from the violent man.

And the woman in the story of the man shall be the Qur’an, and the other man shall surely be the Queen of War.

The guard, who called her “Smoke” and loved the play the whole time, was dragged by a woman next door to talk. It was only then that he was told that the Lord of War was a new man in love with another woman.

And on these days he observed that the two men were in love with each other, and he did not think that they were in a state of clarity, but rather that the latter used him as a healing tool.

He secretly took a glimpse of his eyebrow and smiled so easily that he felt that his guess was probably right and that a heart could not be more sour.

It’s pathetic how they suspect he’s a demon!

Enough!

And the two-headed beast cried aloud, and the eyelids of the shadows were a bit strange and cold, and had it not been for it, it had almost believed in the sincere and sincere words.

“Whether you’re a man or a demon, if you break one of my wings, you have to pay! And you’re so pretentious that no one will leave today! I’m sorry.

“Oh? “Put your eyes down and pass through a chilling, cold light, and say, “I urge you to let us go, or else we’ll go to the Qing Peak.”

“No way!” in the eyes of the two-headed beasts, “The whole Quick Peak is mine! You want to take anything from here! I’m sorry.

“Who gave you the courage to say such a shameful thing? I’m sorry.

Two-headed birds and beasts were cast in the air without mercy and shouted:

“How many people have I been here all these years, longing for the treasure of Qingqing Fu? No one has ever been able to get out alive, you think?”

It’s a violent speech.

Some of the broken memories that have happened have sprung into its brain like a tide.

Five years ago, a man broke into the forest and killed thousands of insects on his own.

By the time it’s blown away, it’s not even able to see the man’s face, and suddenly it’s entwined by vines, as if it’s going to swallow it…

If it had not had the power to save its life, it would have made the fertilizer of the vine when it had only eaten it up to the point.

And then, after all the hard work, it recovered its strength, but the feeling of despair, which was so tightly entangled with vines and vines, continued to haunt it from time to time.

Remembering the past, for the first time in the eyes of a beast with two heads, the fear of the sky expands endlessly.

It’s suddenly thinking about something, and it’s looking up and looking at it.

Is it…?

Jump down the column and continue to read section 5, “I’ll trust you one last time.”

The moon’s sarcasm: The Queen of Slag ran away with the Jade Rabbit

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.