How do you start with a story like, “This is my decade of death”?

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This is the tenth anniversary of my death, and my boy still comes here every year to dig my grave, and now he’s so powerful that he doesn’t have to carry a shovel with his hoe, he can turn my grave over with his finger.

This is supposed to be my 10-year anniversary, and he should have stepped on it before dawn, but he didn’t come, and I waited for a moment at the head of the grave and for a while at the top of the tree, and I might have waited too much, so that the spirits around me thought I was too annoying to come and come back and beat me.

I didn’t care about them, I just wanted to get my robe right, but I went through my body as soon as I reached out, and I forgot I was dead, and I didn’t care about him for ten years, and I was closed for 30 years.

It’s been a few thousand days since my boy never showed up, and he finally doesn’t remember me.

I asked the hanger how to get in touch with black and white, and I wanted to send it away.

I’m not waiting.

I’m saying it’s over, no need to look back.

I looked at him with my eyelids, and he must have smashed my head before he died and told me how to find black and white.

And We bowed to him, and thanked him for his care for the past ten years, and he was flustering away from me, and he hung himself back into the ropes of the tree.

There are dead bodies all over the mass graves, new ones and old friends, and there’s only a few small graves like mine in the mass graves.

And I floated on the tip of my grave, three laps to the right and three laps to the left, and carried my feet a few times, and according to the Hangman, only three strokes would come up and take me away.

To be honest, I’m supposed to be the only one with me who’s still got a pretty young face, and I’m the only one who’s lost my life in this mass grave.

I stomped three times, floated up a white man and told me why I was looking for him at night.

I say I’m going to be born, and if the impatience of a white-faced face can condensate, I’m probably dead.

“Winner”? * And I’ve been *

I nod my head.

“It’s right here. I’m sorry.

“When I was a fairy? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“How far did it go? “The list is often closed and continues to be asked.

What level? I do forget that.

“It’s about the level of wonder. I’m sorry.

“Pento”?

I shook my head.

“Divisive”?

I shake my head again.

“The Bandits”? “The white face is a bit twisted.

I was going to keep shaking my head, but it was supposed to look like no more guessing, so I said it myself.

“Big ride. I’m sorry.

“Shit. I’m sorry.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.

I’m just passing through and telling him cloud never lied to anyone in his life. Then it felt wrong and turned into a cloud that had fooled only one person in its life.

Let me wait for him. I had to wait in the grave.

Hanging a ghost on a rope, swinging around like a swing.

“You used to be a fairy-setter? I’m sorry.

“as fake. I’m sorry.

“Then why did you die here? Why didn’t you go to heaven?”

“The clouds lived in hell before they had gone to heaven, then did something humiliating, and were dug up before they died, and were blessed with a student who buried me and built a grave.” I’m sorry.

“You’re talking about the student who digs your grave every year? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“He’s your apprentice? I thought he was your enemy. I’m sorry.

I put my hand up and smiled and answered:

“My prodigy is not bad. He just digs. I’m sorry.

The hangers didn’t see these things, they were bored for a while and went back.

Not too often, a bunch of ghost soldiers came back with a bigger book, with a bunch of soullines and a dead end.

“Can you tie a bow? “I turned my head and looked behind my eyes and tied it to a piece of rope.

No, no, no, no.

“Winded ten years ago in the Battle of the Mountain, in the Fire, in the way of the devil, they said…”

“The man is called the Fairy King. I’m sorry.

“Yeah. * I opened my mouth and showed a big white tooth * I’m sorry.

“Then you just said you were a fairy! I hate demons the most in my life. * Kicked me for nothing, probably for ghost’s sake.

“O brother, the clouds have not lied to you, and the fairy is the lower and the lower. I’m sorry.

“How dare you lie to me. “If I don’t tell the truth, I’ll take you out of your head.” I’m sorry.

I wanted to shrug my shoulders, but I couldn’t move, but I left my mouth shut.

“It’s not clear what the clouds are saying, so let’s ask the captors to do it a little later. I’m sorry.

The man who shouts at the Shaitan will not be able to beat him with one hand and be caught by one of the soldiers.

Left simply said that he had not been on the job for thousands of years to repair a witch, that it was difficult to handle himself, or that he had to take it back.

“Hello. I raised my chin: “Baba, I am a fairy-setter.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, yes, the mission of the Shinigami has not been taken over for thousands of years. I’m sorry.

He smiled at me, and then he was scratched.

“You believe him when he says he’s a fairy? So he says he’s the one who lives in the mountains. I’m sorry.

And I lamented that my son had been known in only ten years, and that even the people of the temple knew his name, and that he was a student of my fairies.

I was determined to take my soul apart, and I kept his eyes closed so he didn’t waste time.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t lie or if I don’t get shot.

Jomo didn’t see me, and then he turned his mouth at my forehead, and I felt my arm turned into a little dust and spread out.

Hiss…

I opened my eyes in the sound of the air around me, and the white hand stopped one inch away from my head, but I’ve scattered most of my soul into dust in a mass grave, with little white light of the moon, and then I’m flying to the same place.

I was just trying to get the soldiers next door to judge me if I was a fairy-setter.

But I was unable to speak in time, and in the sight of a pair of eyes, I disappeared in the heavens and the earth.

I thought I was gonna die like this, even though I’ve lived and died for so many years, I’ve never seen it.

But I feel like I’m not dead, and I can still hear them.

I’ve been asked who it belongs to.

Did We not make a curse of the way,

And they ask what hell is.

And though We had lost a soul, We shed a tear of relief, even though I was a Shaitan. And my good-doer overtook the fire for ten years, as though he were the most powerful of the mountains.

I’m a good man.

Even though I lived in hell, and my foot was on 100,000 corpses, and even my nickname was “The Fairy.”

But I’m a fairy.

It’s the fairy that you think is floating, and the fairy-bone.

But now I don’t have a cactus bone, because I’m condensed in palms, locked in a poignant light, and my little brother, with a purple hair on his face, cried for half an hour.

“Don’t cry. * I knock on the light wall and cry in my ear.*

“Big brother…

He heard me and cried more.

“Stop crying and kill yourself. I’m sorry.

Hiccup…

It finally stopped.

“Tell me, what’s going on? I’m sorry.

I sat in the lamp and I watched my body sobbing in front of the spotlight.

“Brother, I miss you so much. I’m sorry.

“Is that the point? I’m sorry.

“Isn’t that the point? “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

“The point is why I’m here! I’m sorry.

I yelled through the light.

“Oh, oh, because of the spotlight. I’m sorry.

“…”

And I gave up, and I lay in the lamp, and looked at it with eight forks.

Brother. * I’m afraid he wants to come in *

“Uncle, they say you’re out of your mind, and I don’t believe you, so I just tried to get you back when my master closed the door and stole the husk. I’m sorry.

I was holding my head in my hand, looking at my eyes, and I started yelling.

“Have you lost your mind? I’m not your brother anymore. How many years have you been working on this lamp? What if you fail? Can’t find me, and then you go back to your bamboo forest and be a bamboo? I’m sorry.

I’m saying it’s purple. I dare say it’s a thousand years less. It’s not dark.

“As long as I have a breath, you and my brothers will never change. I’m sorry.

I’m so angry and I almost cried.

“You turn this Lush light on, I’m going out. I’m sorry.

“No way! Brother, you don’t have a body, you don’t repair it, you won’t live long. I’m sorry.

I swallowed it with tears when I didn’t want to live, and I talked about bringing my body back.

He wrinkled his face and his eyebrow was like a knot.

“Big brother, I’ve been by the road since yesterday when you were still in your spirits. I’m sorry.

I think with my toes, there’s no other possibility than to have my body crushed to ashes, except to be ashamed of being white.

Don’t worry, you’ll find a way. “But, Brother, have you been there for 10 years? Why didn’t you go to life? I’m sorry.

I wanted to vote, but I didn’t believe in you, and you got me back.

I’ll answer with my sincere eyes.

“As a result of the war, I was left with a fragrance in the flesh and then thrown to a mass grave, where I was unable to walk out, and stayed.” I’m sorry.

“Not for ten years? If you’re born, you’re half-aged now. I’m sorry.

I want to hammer my head off. Can’t you see I don’t want to answer that?

Brother, I’m so sleepy…

He tried to keep his eyes open and then he pulled his eyelids.

Can you not be sleepy? I’ve lost a thousand years. I’ve been hearing a lot of pain.

“Sleep. I’m sorry.

“You stay in the light. I’m sorry.

“All right, I’ll listen to you. I’m sorry.

A few hours of breathing at the table fell asleep, and I went around in the spotlight to see with light that it was a closed room of the clouds.

Sneakful, young people often sit here.

I can’t believe it’s like this.

I thought I was still a young and famous young girl, and I was about to be kissed by my teacher who kicked me out of the school, and I twisted my face and brought back a basket of bamboo with a milk doll in it, and I thought that I was out there in debt.

If I hadn’t found that great-grandfather, I’d be a great father now.

And when he woke up, he was asleep and snoring, and I had been in a row for six days and six nights.

Look at what I’m talking about, and I feel embarrassed touching the back of my head.

“Brother, I sleep snoring, you know. I’m sorry.

“Men and husband, understand, understand…”

“Brother, I’ll take you out and find out if there’s a hot body that just died. I’m sorry.

I don’t even know what’s wrong.

I’m in the light. It’s in the wide sleeve.

Fearing to meet the brothers, he chose a small road and ran down to the peak of the river.

At the peak of the clouds, I remember a small town, full of luxuries, people coming and screaming, why is it so quiet today?

I put my face on the spotlight and tried to look for a gap in my cuffs.

The whole town was closed and no one was seen on the road.

“Why is there no one here?”

Brother. “I’m also surprised that this was not the case the other day.” I’m sorry.

“What people? “I’ve been drinking, I’ve been scared, I’ve got hands on my back.

“Students of the clouds, floating. I’m sorry.

I’ve been covering my face in the lights for years, and I haven’t even been in the position of an elder yet, and I’m still calling myself a student.

“It was the first of the floating clouds, disrespectful. I’m sorry.

People across the street sound polite enough to know who they are.

I don’t know, but I don’t know, so I asked.

“Who are you?” Why are you at my feet? I’m sorry.

“The master of the mountain, who has come to visit. I’m sorry.

I was still thinking that my heart and my heart had a connection, and suddenly I heard the words “Shoyama”.

I almost cried.

After all, I was dead in the mountains.

“What are you doing here? I don’t welcome you! I’m sorry.

The people on the other side felt that they had eaten their mouths before going up the mountain and lost their words.

When I’m in the lantern and I’m trying to get out of here, I’m suddenly moving, walking a few steps forward, and I make a noise that almost deafens me.

“How dare you come?”

The booth?

My movement was slow, my breath was slow, and I started to turn my feet around in the spotlight, and I wanted to come and take me away.

But when the noose arrives, the noose goes straight across the plume, and the sword goes up to the plume, which makes the plume disgraceful, and goes up all the way.

Don’t be afraid. I’ll fight him if he touches you. I’m sorry.

I’m not so afraid of the kiosk, but you’re so up and down the hill. I’m afraid I’m gonna throw up in the spotlight.

I’m sure the Qianxian of the Qiang Mountain has a huge lineup, but I can’t see it completely, but I can’t see it. I was expelled from the faculty without so many people watching.

I can’t see it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m sorry.

My big brother’s voice still sounds so sweet.

“The debit. I’m sorry.

How does that sound like ice cream?

“I don’t know what I’m up to, but it’s worth it. I’m sorry.

“Momental light. I’m sorry.

I’m stupid.

It’s the first time I’ve seen my big brother fight, and the first time I’ve seen my big brother die, and for a moment I think he wants revenge for me.

The sand and stones flying through the peaks of the clouds, the wind, and the leaves of the trees flying around, seemed spectacular.

I think my big brother, who’s old enough to know how many rounds of the booths he’s had since the wind began, will not be a rival if he fights like this for a while, and I’ll fall out of the middle of the sky as a good-looking big-brother. Fortunately, he’ll catch up quickly, or else he’ll fall off a good one.

“You’re too much to fool. I’m sorry.

For a moment, my brothers and sisters were all brushed around the kiosk.

I turned around, and I saw that I had a entourage, and I didn’t know for a moment whether my friends surrounded me or my brothers.

I can only see the crown above the kiosk and the black hair.

Fumi told me that my brothers would never turn in their spiratory lights.

It’s hard to say that my brothers and sisters would rather die than die.

But my master has.

My master, who had just closed the gate, flew down with a white hair, standing in the human circle and looking at the kiosk, and he couldn’t kill himself.

So this is an intergenerational relationship?

I can’t hear what they’re talking about. I’m stuck in my sleeve and I’m in the lamp and I don’t know what’s going on.

And when I see the light again, it will be the Master who will kneel on his knees, and on his knees on his knees in the palace of the clouds.

“Take the husk, you know what’s wrong. I’m sorry.

“Fluddish is wrong, but not wrong. I’m sorry.

“You… I’m sorry.

My old master cried long enough to turn over the spotlight, and he refused.

So I was robbed by my master, and in the light I looked down.

Master seems to have grown old and I greeted him with my standard smile. If I had been right, I would have known how many years of life he had almost cried.

Master asked me if I wanted to come out. If I wanted to, he would kill and find me a body.

I waved, and I wanted to kill.

Master asked me if I wanted to see the booth and if I didn’t, he went to fight.

I laughed and said yes. He doesn’t remember me anyway.

Master asked me how I’ve been doing for 10 years, and I said it’s good.

Master says I’m sorry, I’m in the light, I’m not sorry.

So his master called me a demented son, and cast a curse upon me, so that others could not see me, and said that he had only promised to lend a light to the booth for three days, and he would take me home three days later.

Take me home.

When the spell fell on me, I asked my master if he recognized me.

Master says I’m an idiot.

Then I know, Master still will.

I guess the hormonal lamp was meant to save his parents, so I shrunk and shrunk to the edge of the fragrance, and it had the effect of a spirit. Although my master had cast a veil on me, it would have been bad for me to squeeze into the hall.

By the time I got to the booth, I was looking at his face.

It’s like a cold moon that falls down every night, and it looks good and it feels cold.

He had been pulling my grave once a year in the past years, and at the beginning he had been wounded with his tools, and then he had recovered his wounds, and he moved his fingers, and lifted up my grave and did not lift my coffin, so he stood there for a while, and the grave was dirty and dark, and I was weak, and he looked at the coffin, and I couldn’t see his face, and now I can see it, and I can see it well.

The mountain is far from the peak of the current cloud, and I slept in the lamp, and then opened my eyes to the house of the kiosk.

It’s cold and cold in the mountains, and it’s cold in his room, and it’s hot outside, and I find it shaking.

The kiosk sits before me, and curses when there is a discrepancy, and the light of the radiant is filled with a radiant lamp. I think that’s what I’m talking about.

I’m in the corner. I’m afraid I’m scared of a ghost.

The face of the kiosk is white and white, the light is bright and there is nothing in it.

Maybe his parents are dead.

Then the kiosk began to spell again, to do it.

One afternoon, 3,000 years later, has been the subject of much attention.

When it was dark, the kiosk finally stopped, and he took the spotlight and showed me the strange colour of the unknown, which made me feel like a world, or indeed, a world apart.

I feel like there’s less talk in the kiosk, and there’s always two words of balding out, and I don’t even talk for a few hours, and I sleep in the spotlight and he sits there when I wake up.

And the next day, he went on with it, just like he’d done it for no money.

That’s all. Our son Dan swallowed up the work of the devil of Hell, and his own, too.

The cold in this room, I want to scold my mother, so my master came here before I became ice. He came early. He must have missed me.

The master reached out with the spotlight, the face was white, and the lips were white, as though all the blood was running out.

No more than three days of law, and now there is no strength to stop, but to sit there and watch my master take me away.

The two men said nothing, or did not like each other, and had to endure it.

When I saw my master leaving, I suddenly felt a little unsettled and had to lie on the light wall and look at the booth.

In case of accident, the master will find me a body, then he will keep me at the peak of the clouds, and he will spend the same old age as my senior brother, and then my former apprentice, who is now in the air, will continue to shake me around here.

I don’t know what happened to my big brother, who was spitting blood.

At the moment when the master was going out, the kiosk opened and said the longest thing I ever heard from him.

“This light, have you tried it? I’m sorry.

It’s not polite to be one of them.

As for the troupe light, it’s the baby that’s been born. Who’s gonna have to use it except that stupid kid, of course.

My master turned back and turned my head.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

I don’t know, they always make me think they’re my classmates.

“As long as there’s a little bit of the spirit, no matter how far away, we can get together, right? I’m sorry.

Bullshit.

My master thought it was bullshit, so he didn’t answer.

But I didn’t. I thought I’d be wondering what the booth was trying to say.

I saw the kiosk stand up, fell back and then stood up again.

And brought forth with him the sword which had sharpened me for more than 600 years, and made me a sword in Hell a thousand times, and pointed it to my Master.

“Hell is gone, and the court is gone. Now that he is your pupil, I will only kill the clouds, and I will make your souls, and see if I can bring him back.” I’m sorry.

I looked at the cold light on the sword and suddenly remembered that day when I said to the white man, when I was cuisine succulent, the white word.

“Shit. I’m sorry.

People live long enough to see anything.

For example, our master brother, known as the mascot of the clouds, knows that he can’t beat the pavilion or draw his sword.

For example, my good fellow pointed his sword at my master’s desire to wash the clouds.

In, for example, the fire that my master and my apprentice are now splattering.

But with all due respect, this is all I have left.

But the only thing I can do is say that what he’s looking for is my soul, and I can be shocked for 3,000 years.

No wonder he tried so many times, because I was in the light.

I said I wanted them to stop fighting, and the house was going to collapse again, but the master was holding the spotlight in his arms, upside down, and I couldn’t fart.

After all, my master is the leader of one party, and he hasn’t slept well for days and nights.

And now the pavilion is the one on the machine that has leveled the fire, and I am still watching, and the master will not kill him, but he will be defeated with the handle.

It was dusted and climbed from the ground with a sword to continue fighting.

My master didn’t want to bother him. He had to leave the spotlight.

It’s all for me.

I’m moved to cry, even though I don’t know if he’s trying to save me or if he wants to revive me to torture me.

The master had to stop to return to the peak and ask what must be done now with the spotlight when Junto killed me.

The shop was silent, led the master into the room, turned his hands and opened a dark door.

I looked at that big ice coffin in the dark room and suddenly realized why it was so cold.

As for the man in the ice coffin, I guess it was me.

It’s really me.

The kiosk not only scratches my grave, but also lifts my coffin.

Ten years ago, I finally saw my face again.

Even though my death was ugly, I still had my brother’s condensed beads on me, even if they were still alive after 10 years.

So, Trin, you really don’t have to make this big ice coffin.

Have you ever wondered why I haven’t changed in all these years?

I watched Master put his hand on the ice coffin, and I think the old man was thinking he wouldn’t have to go around looking for the right body.

“Where did you bury him? I’m sorry.

“The mass graves. I’m sorry.

“Why did you bring his body back to the mountains? I’m sorry.

The eyes of the kiosk fell on the ice coffin, to be precise, on my face, and then raised my hand, and a red line appeared slowly in the palm of the hand, which was particularly glamorous in the dark room.

I got scared and jumped in the spotlight.

I’m walking around in the lights, and the kiosk takes Wondan back and falls back.

“He owes me a reason. I’m sorry.

I scratched my head, though I couldn’t scratch it.

That’s a shame to say it.

This red line, left by the Ghost King.

When I asked the Ghost King to do it, the Ghost King said it was for a reason. I was naked and I was alone.

So he promised to give the Ghost King his food by day, so he went all the way to a big ride and gave him half his life in exchange for a kiosk.

This red line, to be honest, is half my life.

I can only say that he’s been pulling my grave for years.

“Pil doesn’t owe you anything. I’m sorry.

My master has always defended me.

What’s his name? I’m sorry.

Yeah, well, I forgot. The student never knew my name in his life.

“Windling. I’m sorry.

In the clouds, and in the plume.

That’s what Master said when he named me, and I was the most comfortable cloud ever.

“Why would he go to hell? I’m sorry.

“The fairy on the machine doesn’t even know her name, so why do you have to ask her again after more than a decade? I’m sorry.

Master won’t say anything, or he doesn’t know if I want him to.

Two men in the dark room, three in confrontation.

It was finally Junto who took the spotlight and took my body, and threw a hyena at the sky, even if he wanted to wash his blood.

I gave up thinking about 10 years, but I’ve seen him a million times these three days.

Master has covered me with the wind. Maybe it’s a sender’s light.

I asked Master if Junto was really going to kill Shifu.

Master says no. There’s been so much I don’t know about this decade.

I said maybe, he’s my apprentice.

Master says that a demented person doesn’t have to teach a demented child.

I said I didn’t tell him.

Master doesn’t speak.

I asked Master, is it really so important that people are demons?

The master said that the heart is so.

I said, oh.

Ten years later, I could finally feel myself, and I’m still happy, even though I’m weak enough to take two steps.

So I turned around and asked Master when I could die.

Master gave me a punch.

“Live and live.” I’m sorry.

Master let go of his fist and touched my head. I always felt like a puppy.

“When you died, I used the spotlight, but without it, I thought you were gone. I’m sorry.

I told him that you were using it too early and that there were lots of ghosts buried in mass graves, and that my soul was transparent, but I couldn’t return.

“If there’s a spirit, why won’t you live?” I’m sorry.

I said it was too weak to be born, a year later, and I thought it would happen, but that day he came, and I thought it would be the second time, waiting, almost 10 years without knowing.

“You don’t have to be out there, you’ll be living at the top of the clouds. I’m sorry.

I smiled and touched my master’s white beard.

“Teacher, I thought he was gone, and I wanted to go to life. The man who said I was a magician, and I got into a fight with him, and he said he wanted to break me up, and I thought it would be good to be like this, no love, no fear. I’m sorry.

Master shot my back in silence.

“You’re old enough to bring me tea and water. I’m sorry.

I’m happy to come down.

The days of the peaks of the clouds are so intense that I fear that the new disciples will only lie in the garden of his master, day by day, in the sun.

The brothers come to me every day, and sometimes I fall asleep and squeeze me to see if I’m still alive.

Nobody asked me how I survived again. Everyone was happy.

Master’s trying to keep me well. I think he’s got a few degrees of white hair.

He was locked up by his master to fix his own vacancy.

The second brother was in front of me, saying that if it wasn’t for his condensed pearls, I’d be gone.

I said, “If it were not for the condensation of the second brother, I would never have left that soul behind.”

He’s in solitary confinement, and he’s got the best second-class conversation.

He said, “When I was dead, the dragons of Hell had no head, and the stand-up had razed it with their own strength, and the earth had been set clean.”

He said that the kiosk is now a fairy admired by everyone and would never do anything to shed blood.

The second brother’s words were the most outrageous, so the next day the kiosk was killed.

No one’s brought this time.

There was no blood washing, but people were beaten up.

My brother-in-law’s been shot again, and this time he threw up blood.

Master and I stood at the top and asked if I wanted to go.

I shook my head.

He said, “When he found it, he became obsessed with it, too deeply. He was possessed.”

See, how can you bear with your life, as a godly man, and as the head of the right path, an evil-doing fairy.

See, this shit, it’s time, it’s always coming.

The master passed away all his students, leaving only one of his master’s brothers, and I suspect he felt hurt.

Then he flew down with my neck.

I’m so sorry I’m such a mess.

The kiosk looks like it’s back on its feet.

In fact, he’s the best of his peers, but he’s always treated himself like my father, probably so hard as to take a stand.

Seriously, I think Big Brother got fat again.

My master came down with me, in an indecent position, blinded me with a new set of clothes.

I’m a little embarrassed that I haven’t seen so many in person for so long.

Junto was staring at me, not even with a sword in his hand.

I don’t know if I should call him Tinker Bell at any time, or left-handed, or, you know, a charlatan.

And the last time We met, We put on a red robe with a ghost mask with its teeth, and led the thousands of the devils of the Fire round about the path of sanctitude, and the kiosk was in it.

Then my thousands were killed.

I’m wearing the new dress I made this time.

“What’s the matter?

I was just trying to make an opening statement, and I heard the booth calling my name.

Can you finish the three words of Shao Xianjun and say one word like that?

I can’t figure out what I’m looking at.

It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.

“You’re not dead?”

“Death, alive again. I’m sorry.

And the face of the kiosk became colourful, and I guess it was because he gave up his name and killed the clouds, and I stood before him alive.

“Give him to me.”

Juntin pointed a sword at my master.

Don’t you need to ask me my opinion?

Then Master pushed me to him.

“Four days later, without a hair, We shall wash the mountain of blood. I’m sorry.

Three days and three days.

I really don’t want to fly anymore. It’s too far away. I’m gonna throw up.

These two men did not intend to listen to me, except my brother, who stood at the end of the sword when Juntin pulled me away.

Master defaulted.

Junto stayed in place for a long time.

My sword could have been light, but now it looks heavy.

I was weak, shaking on the sword, looking at the booth, reaching out my finger and holding my wrist.

My knob cares about me, just not completely.

But I was a little afraid of him, and after all it was scary when I became human, and I looked at my older brother.

Big brother slaps the hand of the booth, holds my shoulder and leans on him.

Reliable.

I felt even a kind of fatherly warmth this moment without fear of being laughed.

Big Brother knows why I saw the kiosk with a bit of a guilty heart, because it was taken from the blood of the mountain. When I was in Wondan, my brother was not far away, and I saw him recognize me, and I saw him coming, and even he opened his mouth and called my name.

So I raised my hand and set him up and sealed his mouth.

And the fairy king of Hell and the rebel cloud-tops are not one man.

I don’t want to get caught up in any more disputes.

I don’t know what it was like for Big Brother to see me die on the spot, but now he doesn’t want me to touch the kiosk at all, so he walks hard between me and the kiosk when he arrives.

Very reliable.

It’s not as cold as it seems to be in this room.

I thought that Junto had become a fairy and a self-suspendant, and I didn’t think that he would find 10 living creatures in two laps of the whole mountain, along with the queaky bird he raised, and that everyone would do his duty and be busy.

For the first time, he took two of his entourages, perhaps only two.

The people on the hill don’t know who I am. Big brother grunted and told me they didn’t see.

I smiled and said, “What are you doing?”

I remember when I set up the dynasty of the mountain, and I saw it all the way down, and I picked a big tree to climb.

By the time the kiosk was ready to come out, I was standing on a tree stool and looking at the view.

I can’t help it. I’m used to being a ghost.

Big brother grunted a white eye over the knob and went back to the other side of my signal.

Actually, I’m trying to tell Big Brother if he can pick me up and climb down in front of the booth.

But my old father’s brother would be mistaken.

There’s a big wind in the tree and I’m scared.

The kiosk was replaced with a lake-colored dress, long and tall, and the wide sleeves were embroidered with flaming cranes.

And he stood in the shadows, and he reached out to me, and I looked as if I had seen him crawling under the trees as a child, and I stood under the porch, reaching out to him, and let him jump, and there was a master, and there was nothing to hurt him.

So the lier will be recompensed. We did not protect him, so he deserved it.

The world turns, the eyes are lost.

My foot slipped and fell straight out of the tree.

When the kiosk came to me, I made up my resolve to come to the tree once a day, after all, the shoulder of the kiosk was as reliable as that of the big brother.

I was put on the floor, and I said thank you for being on the machine and taking my hands back.

I thought Junto was going to talk in two words, but he asked me why I was standing on a tree.

It’s eight words long.

I pointed to the tree and said the view was good.

The booth asked me why I went up.

I looked at him.

Then the kiosk was silent.

Some memories are too bad to remember. I know how it feels.

And the heavens and the earth were silent, and the hair of the knob fell upon my ears, and it tickled my ears.

The clouds come and go, like long blanks.

The kiosk just opened up and said he thought of me once in a while.

I touched the tip of my nose and thought I’d scratch my grave.

“Do I have anything to remember?” I’m sorry.

“There is. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t look back, but I looked ahead.

He said that when he was taken to Hell, tens of thousands of white bodies were floating in it, red and hot, and that it was only I who appeared before him with iron, and that it was a rare white.

Indeed, the devil’s place of Hell was so red as to hurt people’s eyes, and when he was frenzyed, and when he threw at me the six-year-old kowtow, I had worn it in half, and it was not left-handed, and I held him in his head to make him worship, but he grabbed my hand and bit him hard, saying that one day he would quench the fire and kill the wicked of the world.

The little boy bit someone in pain, and I took my hand out of my mouth and threw it at him.

I said, practice, I’ll wait for that day.

There are thousands of those who repaired the devils in Hell, and I was the only one who did so, and now there are two.

I’m sure Junto is happy, after all, that’s what people want.

But the King of the Ghosts is not pleased. Sufficient is the fact that I am a different species in Hell, and an extra booth is created. He thinks I am challenging his authority.

I gave the King a cup of tea and then crouched his legs.

I said no one knew anything about it, so what if you put a good knife in it?

That’s a good knife.

The first time he was sent by the King to kill, I threw that sword to him for centuries.

I said, take it.

Take me for a sword.

I’ll bet he’ll have it because he’s missing a weapon.

With a sword and a mask of hell, the whole family of Zibei Xu’s family was captured in the first battle, and the Qibe’s house was turned into a ghost king’s left hand, and I tied his family up with my farts and bowed down to him, so that they could be used to train Dan.

The King of Ghosts agreed, and I built the stove that night.

Then I fell asleep, and when I woke up, the people of the Dan furnace were weeping, and We raised a fire from the palm of my hand, and set fire.

You’re trying to drug me. I’ve been sleeping for two or three hours.

Junto became the king’s right hand, and those outside heard the king’s left-hand name tend to be too bold to take me with them.

No more prisoners of war were brought back, and he told the King of Ghosts that they were hanged and that the King of Ghosts was slapping on his shoulder so that everyone could learn.

I can’t see his face.

But I think he must be laughing at the King like a fool.

And when the King of Ghosts wanted to make a stand in the world, I said, “Be a good place.”

The King wouldn’t trust me to go alone. He’s always worried I’d betray him, so let the booth follow me.

That’s really, really great.

I set up a hearing room on the hill, and the booth asked me why I had to name it, and I said, because today’s wind is as big as someone’s beating my ear.

I didn’t pick it up, no name, no tablet.

Then, during the war, the court did not know who had sent down a thunderstorm, and I suffered for a while.

Today’s kiosks need no more masks, and the light of the sky falls on his shoulder.

I asked him if he wasn’t afraid of the people who let him out?

The booth looked at me wrong and asked me how I knew he released those people.

I choked.

Shit, it’s missing.

Each branch has its own legacy.

For example, the peak of the clouds, the spirit of the great funnel.

I can’t miss anything. I can’t miss anything.

Of course, sometimes it’s too much to miss, too.

For example, right now the kiosk grabs me and asks me what I’m hiding from him.

The squeaky bird never stopped screaming, and the knobs waved with their frown, and the sky was shining, and the sound of the outside world was cut off.

I asked the booth what it wanted to know.

The knob lifts up the sleeves and shows the red line on the wrist.

He asked if it was about me.

I was staring at the line, and the booth was staring at me, and I wanted to nod my head a few times, but the wind was too big and the trees were bending.

I shook my head.

And he went on to ask me why he knew clearly that he had devoured the Fire in a little, but had kept it hidden from him.

I’m talking nonsense because I’m a good man.

Caught in a cage, then tore the black-pressed sky.

He asked me, “Why would I go to hell if I was a man of the clouds?”

I say, “The heavens and the earth are indefatigable, and there is no difference between the way of the fair and the way of evil.”

And in the border you come to me and ask me, and the sun is hidden from the border, and there’s a bit of the smell of the wind.

I’m in the middle of something, I’m in the air, I’m holding my wrist, I’m poking my fingers through my palm, I’m prowling my wrist, and then I have an identical red line.

The kiosk:

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

I split my life into two, half of the King of Ghosts, half of the Halls, half of the King of Ghosts dead, and the half of them come back to me.

My old master made it clear that he would cover the line and never show up.

I’m sure only my master can do that.

The pavilion raised its hand against my hand, and two red lines twisted under the skin, as if they were going to burst it out.

While I was scolding my mother in my heart, it was twisted and I had not been able to speak, and a thunderbolt just ripped the sky apart.

The pavilion reacted faster, turned me away, and flew in the opposite direction. Thunder struck the ground with electric lightning, a big pit was found in the place where it was standing, and the soil was black and smoked.

The kiosk’s clothes were burned and I pulled back seven or eight paces to stabilize myself.

Shit.

Another thunder strike, straight to my face, and I’m half dead.

Son of a bitch, even if you are Tian Lei, you can’t point at me again.

So I closed my eyes and wanted to die.

The thunder sounded, but it didn’t fall on me.

I saw a less flexible figure standing in front of me with my hands on it.

“Big Brother, get out of the way. This is Tian Lei, you can’t stop it! I’m sorry.

I’m screaming.

“Be quiet, there’s a senior. I’m sorry.

The Big Brother stepped out of two deep pits on the ground, with a sword in his arms, and cut off the second thunderbolt alive, and the fire burst with electric light, and the three of us flew out together, and I was blown up in a white hole.

Big Brother was blown up and hit me.

I didn’t faint at first. I was knocked out by Big Brother.

Before I fainted, I thought, last time it was a thunder, this time it was two thunders, next time it could be three.

I don’t normally dream, but this time I had a dream long enough that I suspected I had begun to look back.

When I woke up from the dream, my master stood by the bed and looked at me.

I had to ask my master’s sleeves if I’d say too much to do with me.

Just because of a word from my master, I let the knob look at my hand, and then the red thread entangled, and I was struck by lightning.

The master said he had sent me here on purpose and on purpose, for fear of thunder breaking the clouds.

I don’t have words to choke.

Master says that Junto is faint, but I remember him awake before I fainted.

I asked Junto how he was doing. Master said he was just blocking the three Tian Leis and losing consciousness.

I’m a little confused, aren’t I?

I was run over, and I couldn’t get up alive, so my master brought the knob next to me, and two people were lying side by side, and tied my hand to the knob, and the red light that spreads into my wrist began to shine. I was anxious to ask what he was doing.

Master fix me up.

I grabbed my master’s arm with another hand and told him not to go.

Master shot me in the head and sat by the bed, just like he’d done with me.

Master says he has a great deal of luck in his life, a great pity.

Fortunately, my disciples and friends loved each other, and unfortunately I was unable to leave me and watched me go to hell.

I can’t move my body if I can’t move.

I said no.

Master says I’m an idiot.

I said I haven’t got you any tea.

Master says he’s always better.

I cried and I told him not to go.

I cried and watched him turn around.

Just like I did when I got to Big Bro and let him watch me die.

I’m Yunn, the cloudy plume.

I don’t have any other hobby, but I like it.

So the other day, I heard that there were a number of ferocious scavengers, and I snuck down the mountain after three bowls.

The fire of the leprechaun’s nest, when it was burned, was scattered, and it was not set up, but it was brought forth from the fire a milk doll, a human-shaped leech.

I saw him cry so I made up a basket of bamboo and put him in there, so I took him back to take care of it.

My brothers thought I was born, almost broke my legs.

I said I picked it up.

The master looked at his pulse and punched me in the face, saying it was a leukemia.

I smiled and said, “My master said I was evil when I was a child, and now I’m not good, and a little beast can’t be bad, saying that the Red crane was a killer, as it was written 800 years ago.”

Everyone can’t stop me. I told him I couldn’t show up. I took it down and gave him a nice name.

Cloudy.

cranes.

This kid is my student, and I’ll have to.

I haven’t raised a child, not to mention the fact that the Red crane is growing slowly.

He was seven or eight years old before I closed down. I was out for 30 years. He was still seven or eight years old.

I’m so angry I have to keep closing.

And then he grabbed my sleeve and told me I was closed. What about him alone?

Look at him. I held him up and kissed him in the face.

“My good boy, my master is not closed. I’m sorry.

My brothers and sisters, even my brothers and sisters, have taken them all, and only my yard is empty, and I’m alone with the cloudy two people from morning to night.

Van Ting asked me why people were so big and he was still so small.

And We shot him in the shape of his master, and caused him to work in peace.

There is one saying, “I am a master who will teach him nothing but to practice.”

He makes the food, he washes the clothes, and he fights the sleeping mosquito.

I saw him sewn in his eyes in candlelight, and I was very grateful to my master.

The rest of the students were able to go out and practice, and Yun Tin finally became a teenager.

His clothes were short and he showed his wrists and ankles.

I spent half a day asking him if he wanted to go to the master’s place to see if he had any clothes to wear.

That’s the way it is, brother and brother, brother and brother and brother.

Cloudy suffocated and returned with a back-up old dress that afternoon.

I can still wear it.

The other brothers came back and asked him when he could do it.

I wanted to tell him that he couldn’t go, that the world outside was too complicated and that one of his little cranes flew out and was found, and I might not have saved him.

But he looked forward to it and I had to sneak him out of the gate.

I’ve been out there for a hundred years and I’ve had a hard time asking when I’m going back.

I said it’s all right.

And then I went back and got punished, and I sat in the dark room bored to death.

It was said that he did not understand why others could go down the mountain, but he could not, and would be punished.

I was always embarrassed to tell him he was the only one left.

For millennia, as a beast, it has been for all.

But I forgot that Yun Tin is a grown-up red crane.

So he snuck away while I was sleeping.

I went crazy, looking all the way for traces.

Finally, a dying cloud pavilion, beaten by two fairy-tellers, was seen in the guillotine of the trapped beast, and all the red crane wings behind them were released.

I have raised a man for so long that I will not spare him even a hair.

If I don’t kill, I’ll kill you.

So I scraped those two Dandas.

And they ran away with them, and I carried back to the top of the sky with an unconscious cloud.

He fainted for three days and I stayed for three days.

And when the porcelain came to pass, We made him ask him whether to drink, and he asked me if he was a demon.

I said I made this porridge. It sucks.

He took my hand and asked me if he was a demon.

I said yes.

His hands fall down.

I asked him if it was important to be a demon?

He said it was important that man could make the right fruit, and that demons were demons for centuries, millennia, millennia, and demons.

I said you’d always be my apprentice.

So he drank all the porridge and said that I’d do it next time.

The men of the fairies are old and old, and when the clouds grow taller than I am, I realize that time flies.

He’s getting better at cooking, and my big brother is getting fatter.

At first, Big Brother didn’t like the cloud pavilion, but he was given an invitation after all these years of short mouths.

“You’ll be married in a few days. I’m sorry.

Van Ting asked me what it was like to be married, and I said it was two people who looked right and spent their whole lives together.

The clouds were staring at me and asking me, is that how they look at me?

I turned his head and told him to cook. I didn’t get a bite of it.

The day Big Brother got married, the clouds covered the mountains with red silk.

I wandered all over, thinking I’d get married in a cloud, and I’d give it to him for the festivities.

Vanyam drank two glasses of wine, was drunk and had a red face and came out and told me that my brother-in-law kissed his daughter-in-law like I kissed him when I was a kid.

I said can that be the same.

I scratched my head and said, “Oh, I’m taller than my master.

I kicked him all the way back to my yard.

He’s walking ahead, I kick him in the back, and he’s half taller than me.

I do not know the birthday of the cloud, but I have set his birthday on the same day as mine, so that I may receive an extra gift.

But I didn’t know what to give him, so I found my old master and said I’d take a cloud ping down the mountain and swim around.

My master turned a white eye on me. The clouds are so big. Let me go.

And We drew out a white beard from his master, and with him in his desolation, We set aside the pavilion.

I thought I’d swim around and go home with a cloud pavilion.

But I met two people who had been beaten up by me.

It’s not the same for the family, and Danda’s life depends on her medicine.

They didn’t recognize the pavilion that had grown up, but they recognized me, and they found a bunch of people who had surrounded me and the pavilion, and I kicked the pavilion, as opposed to a punching gesture.

Two cups of tea in kung fu, the battle is over.

The ponytails were thrown when the ponytails came back.

I grabbed his shoulder and said, “Sewer, take you to noodles and two beefs.”

The sword was in her arms and asked me why I couldn’t just kill them. His sword almost got out.

I knocked on his head and told him it was a code. We were decent.

Yun Tin asked me why I went out without a weapon, and I said I’d be a teacher with no respect.

I’m sorry.

Regret that they didn’t just kill those two.

Let them live to the present and ask me behind my back what kind of a party and how dare they take back the remnants of the Red Eagle.

My back’s shaking.

My pavilion is the best treasure in the world, and these old bastards say he is a relic.

Van Ting looked back and asked me what my name was.

I squeezed my fist and couldn’t figure out how to explain it.

The old man goes on to say that there’s only one family left.

So I turned around and slapped him over seventy times until he fainted.

The clouds grew so big, first fight with me.

He asked me red-eyed why I watched his people die.

I tried to shed tears on him and he waved my hand.

I said I was late and he was all I had left.

He asked me if I could catch up with them.

My head is numb.

If I catch up, I won’t save it.

For the Red crane is the beast of the ancients.

And the most I’ve ever done is to eat and go around killing demons.

My silence angered and went mad, and he asked me why I could look with cold eyes when someone else killed the Red crane, and he wanted to kill two people who had tried to kill him, and I told him to follow the rules of the door.

There is no such thing in this world.

I’m not saying anything. Cloudy fell off the door.

That night I let the cloud pavilion kill a man and even help him.

And We found in the streets a cloud of lost souls, drunk enough to know what is in the heavens and the earth, and turned back behind him.

He asked me if I was wrong.

I say it’s not wrong. There is no such thing in this world.

He asked me if he could go back to the peak.

I said yes, as long as I’m here, no one dares let you go.

And when he woke up the next day, he told me that he wanted to return to the peak.

I said go back.

The days on the peaks of the clouds seem to be dreary, as if the pavilions were suffocated with a breath, ten times as much as their work.

I have to go to Big Brother when I have nothing to do.

Big Bro’s already got a daughter, smiling like a Mueller, asking my little niece isn’t cute.

I said cute, but it’s the cutest thing I ever said.

Big brother put his elbow on me and asked me why I didn’t marry.

At first, he wanted to marry me, and then no one came because I went to marry him, and the clouds cried and I held him together.

Which big girl would like to bring me a baby?

I haven’t thought about it since I grew up.

I told Big Brother that I wanted to find a relationship with Yuntai and settle him down more than I did.

That’s what I heard.

That night he and I got angry and said he didn’t want to marry.

I said I’d be alone with you at the top of the clouds.

And the clouds were set on their faces, and he said, even if he wanted to marry, he would marry only me.

And We used to hammer him, and he took hold of my fist, and said to me, “The heavens and the earth are a sign of truth.”

I flew out of the window and couldn’t even open the door.

I asked for help from my master, who said I did it myself.

I asked Big Brother for help. He touched his own mess and said I was a master and I would marry him.

I realized.

I was going to run down the mountain and buy two bars of wine so I could get married.

Then we met at the gate with a kiosk of wine.

I asked him what he was doing.

He said to buy a drink for a kiss.

I asked who taught him.

He said second master.

Fuck, one step late.

I won’t do it. I’m the master. He deserves to do it.

On the third day of my refusal, he disappeared.

I turned the whole mountain over. Big brother said it might be a bride price.

My heart is pounding, not happy, not upset.

When Big Brother asked me to go down the mountain and look for a cloud pavilion, he stayed on the peak to find the red silk of the day and turned it out for me and the pavilion.

I can’t believe I’m so poor.

When I came down the hill I met the doorman and asked where I was going.

I said look for apprentices.

I’m talking about Mr. Yun Tin. I’m talking nonsense. You see where I have other students.

He said that he went to them yesterday to drink and talk about rumors.

And he said many things, and I heard only one word of the cloud pavilion asking which of the factions killed the Red crane that year.

Crazy, crazy.

I went to the green deer door and got slaughtered.

I went to cross Kiryu Ridge and got slaughtered.

I went to the Winds and Shadows and found a cloud pavilion crucified by an exorcism that had been cut off at the feet of a falcon and a blade that had been broken several sections.

He was also wearing the robe I bought him, which was perfect, and he would never show his wrists and wrists again, except that his clothes were reded and his blood fell down with his clothes ticking.

I stood in a big yard, surrounded by a pack, and I moved, and I moved.

The head of the wind and shadows had a knife, a blade of blood, which I thought was the blood of the cloud.

He asked me who I was.

I said give me back the kiosk.

He asked me if I was Red Eagle.

I said give me back the kiosk.

I was lucky to have the people around me ejected and entangled with the head of the Wind and Shadow. He used his knife, I used my fist and shed a drop in the blood of the clouds, and I hit him with one more punch until I pushed him to the corner, I broke his knife, and I struck him with one punch.

And those who were around them went far away, and I shivered and pulled out a nail from the pavilion, so he spread it over me, and blood dipped into my clothes.

His chin is in my shoulder, I hear him.

Master, you’re here. I’m sorry.

“Sensei is late, he shouldn’t have gone so far wrong. I’m sorry.

I’d like to get enough of the crane wings.

“Teacher, you’re better than I thought. You can beat him. I’m sorry.

“I couldn’t do it, and suddenly I could. I’m sorry.

I daren’t touch the wound on his back, I want the cloud pavilion to lie on my back, but his armbone is broken and it’s going down.

Master, I hurt

I told him to be a good boy. I took him home. I took him home.

I wanted to give myself a slap. I didn’t learn when my master asked me to learn how to cure the disease.

Master…

The sound of the pavilion was weaker, and I heard the sound of a knife stabbing into the flesh, and the pavilion fell down against my back, and I could not hold it.

I turned around and tried to hold him up, but I saw the face of the wind and shadow, the twisted, the proud, the broken knife in my hand, which he had just pulled out of the cloud, which had just entered the heart of the cloud.

I can’t feel my breath or my movements.

I just want to kill.

So I sacrificed a sword from my body, and the wind gathered from all sides, and I was not without weapons, but I was afraid of them.

I’m a blade, I kill with a sword, I kill with a sword, I kill with a sword.

As for the others, I don’t remember, the first time I killed, too many, only the blinding and dying cloud.

I wanted to pick up the kiosk, but I tried a few times, and my legs were sour and soft, I couldn’t stand up, and I had to sit on the floor, hold the kiosk up, and I kept feeding him.

I couldn’t hear a thing until he grabbed my hand and said, “Teacher, you have sinned against me.”

I’m sorry. I should have done it sooner. I shouldn’t just break his knife, I should have killed him from the beginning.

Cloudy asked me if he was dying.

I said he wouldn’t. You couldn’t have died with the master.

Yun Tin said he should kill someone.

I say it is the one who should have killed, and it is those who, for their own sake, sought to refine their weapons with their wings.

The cloud peddled up a little bit, and blinked, like when I was a kid sitting in a light and sewping his clothes and he said,

“Sensei… I wanted to avenge myself… by buying a few new bottles of wine… They say that we alone can’t say we’re married… that we’re husband and wife… and that I want to marry you.”

I put my forehead together with the head of the clouds, and I mixed my tears with my tears.

I heard the pavilion ask me that both our clothes are red, like a robe.

I said like that.

And I heard the clouds asking me what the guidance of this world is.

I said I don’t know.

I heard the cloud pavilion saying, “Teacher, I am pleased with you.”

I whispered that I was pleased with you.

But the cloud pavilion closed his eyes, and he wouldn’t open his eyes as I called him.

I apologized to him and said that I was wrong, that I should not just leave you at the top of the clouds, that I should not say such ungodly things.

I asked the cloud to open my eyes, and I will take him home, and I will take him to his body, and I will avenge him.

I sat with his cold body and cried in the blood of his body, and I went to Shinjo with his cold body. The sword meant no life.

I asked Yun Ting, I avenged him, could he not speak?

I’ll go back behind his back.

A light is on the peak of the clouds and wishes me a millennium old man and wife.

I went behind his back to the treasure house, I went through the box and found the poignant light, and I spent six days in the poignant room, and I tried the poignant light a few times, until my master broke into me.

Master told me to wake up. Cloudy is dead.

I’m crying and laughing and I’m crazy, and I know that Cloudy is dead. But there are spirits.

The master said that Yun Ting was a leukemia, long and inert, and could not be reborn.

Red crane, Red crane.

I screamed crazy and threw the spotlight out.

And We sat at the top of the sky, with a cloud pavilion, neither eating nor drinking, and urged to my people that they should be kicked.

Until those who were among those who were upright and raging in the sky ran into the sky, and they recognized me by the sword which We had sent down.

If they hadn’t told me, I would have forgotten that I had done a man’s sword before.

I told me to put down my sword.

I look at the clouds and I wipe my face.

It was the doll I picked up. I wanted to feed him and wash his clothes every day.

This is the recompense.

When I killed so many demons, God took the clouds from me.

If you kill someone, you lose your life, but I don’t want to.

I held the sword and asked them who wanted to fight me?

Nobody up front.

So they forced my master to deal with the rebels.

I returned my sword to my master, kneel before him and beg him to kill me.

Master’s luck has turned the sword into powder. Tell me, go.

I want to save my reputation. Master wants to save my life.

I took the kiosk and left the peak.

And We ask the angels, and no one can open the sky.

I kneel before the Ten Houses, and no one will give me back the kiosk.

So I stepped into hell.

The white bones of the dead, and the soul of the Fire, they shall not repent.

There are those who sanctify, and there are those who decompose.

And We leaped down with a cloud from its end, and fell into the Fire of Hell, and the Shaitans fed it with the Spirit of the Pagans, which piled up the bodies of the pagans of mountains.

No one in the world can save the cloud, so I come to the head of evil.

The King of Ghosts sits on the high throne and asks me what to trade with him, and I say that the fairies of the world can beat not ten of me.

It’s funny how the King walks in front of me and laughs at my chin.

He said he thought that the pious men of this world would only come to him as flies and dogs seeking to do their deeds.

I looked in his eyes and I could only see a red madness.

If I can’t save the cloud, I’ll bet my life on it.

And when half of the life is given to the cloud, and there is no soul after its death, then a soul is made from the body of my life mixed with it.

And half the life of the King of the Ghosts shall be cast into the Fire of Eternal Life, and they shall be free to become slaves therein, and they shall be made to feed the King every day.

I wandered like a soulless ghost in a fire full of satanics. It was neither day nor night, but it was only cold, and the world was a day. Hell was like a fire, and the world was a night, and it was like a thousand layers of ice.

And We made it day and day in hell, and when the ghost king was free, he came to suck up and smelt it, and smelled it around me, and made me feel like a roasted pig.

The King was very generous to me as a close slave, and I was left alone when I was free, and I tried to get up, or I had a big piece of iron to sharpen my sword, cut off my hand when I couldn’t grind it, drop some blood on it, and then I got a little blood.

And sometimes when blood is shed, it attracts some pagans, but it is only a pity that I can’t beat them, and I spend my time grinding my sword around me.

And We went alone in the day after day in the fire, and those who were brought in recognized me as one of the likes, and were called upon to help me with the sacraments of the fair, and were asked to save his life with tears. I followed the king of the ghosts, who said to me that he was scolding me, and I drew my eyes on the day of the fall of the cloud.

When the sword was made, I slit my neck, and I looked back and saw the King throw a little baby in front of me.

The little boy with his teeth and claws, I looked at him, I cried, I put down my sword, and then he asked the King what he meant by it.

The King of Ghosts leans towards me and the laughing animals are harmless.

“How can the little slaves of this house, who have been made so well, if you do not press the handle in your hand, do your best for me?” I’m sorry.

“Then you just kill me. I’m sorry.

“How does this seat fit?” The Ghost King touched my face.

O karma, I was brought back to life by the King of the Ghosts, and I took my tears back and asked him his name, and he turned his back.

I asked him if he wanted to worship me and he bit my hand hard.

The King of the Ghosts was a good sight, and I groaned to put people down.

And it is forbidden, and it is a life for a return, neither see nor see.

That night I squeezed the king’s shoulder and legs, and I took him to his clothes, and I complimented him for not knowing when a red wire would come out of his hand, and I was a close servant.

“What is this? I pointed to the line.

The King raised his proud jaw and told me that it was my half of my life, and that when the clouds were reborn, the line appeared.

I’ve been looking for the devil’s arm for half a day, and I haven’t found any other red thread.

I said, oh.

Maybe I look like I’ve grown a nice face.

Half a life, the King of Ghosts, and the clouds.

In order to find out, while sleeping with the King, I went into the King’s room with a sleeping cloud pavilion, and I grabbed the wrist of the pavilion and tried to push the red thread with the power, and it did appear that the two red threads had just joined together, and I began to wring and entangled, and I saw God and didn’t want a thunderbolt falling through the edge of the fire, and I was scared to run.

That night the Ghost King was cut so badly that his hair was burnt.

So the next day I was beaten up, and I was wrong, and I didn’t hide, and the King strangled me and asked me if he was too indulgent for years.

I was locked in my throat, and the King threw me on the ground, slammed a circle of dust, made a noise, and he stood around the corner and looked at me, and I erased the blood of his mouth and laughed at him and made him leave.

The King of Ghosts was struck in a particularly tragic way, and I was beaten in such a terrible way that I couldn’t get out of bed for three days or three nights.

When I got out of bed, I ran to the Ghost King and asked why it caused the thunder.

The King of the Ghosts is insatiable to me, telling me that the forbidden art is against the heavens, and that the two threads together will cause a thunderbolt.

I’m just trying to cut the thunder with precision.

So I gave a gift to the King of Ghosts and thanked him for taking half of my life, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to hold hands again with the cloud.

The King turned me black, and my nostrils were swollen and happy, and then he turned over all the ancients in the Fire, and finally, in a book with a layered web of spiders, into what the King said.

By means of a ban, when a red line is entangled, it drops a thunderbolt, and if it is able to withstand it, the red line will disappear and will no longer be subject to it.

I’ve thought about the ghost King being cut off, don’t say “treasure.” I’m afraid I’ll have to do my best to stop it.

And it turns out that I am thinking too much, and that the pavilion’s aversion to hell is far greater than I could have imagined, so let’s not hold hands. It’s hard to see him in the sky.

The day of Hell is not more interesting than the peak of the clouds, and every day I throw down a book to the side of the clouds, and in this hell, where the two of us, the scaffolders, are far removed.

Someone told the Ghost King that he was impatient to keep me down, and I kept throwing books at the Clouds.

And occasionally, when the pavilion was wronged and I was not there, I found him in the Fire, round about him, and found him from some of the corners of the border, and brought back the medicine.

The men of the Shaitans used to strike heavy, but remembering that the King of the Ghost had brought it with his own hands, he was afraid to suck on his power, except that he was often blacked in a purple piece, and I had to take his clothes off and drug him.

He bit my teeth and asked if I was a good person or a bad person.

I look at the birthmark on his right and right shoulder, and I can’t say it’s bad.

So he told me his name was Junto.

I stunned, and said, “It’s a good name, and then I told him to get on the floor and he’s not finished.

There are not many people in Hell who say to me a few words, and some people find it strange to see me in the extra care booth, and they say, “Now that he has learned to teach the fairy how to kill, let him be a mere slave.”

Junto heard the word “killing” and stayed in place for a long time, asking me if people here love killing people.

I noded my head, he spat on me and said I was a monster and ran away alone.

I couldn’t help but stop someone trying to teach him a lesson.

Since then, he has refused to talk to me, and the King thinks that the evil look of Junto is a magical potential, and he throws a few people at him to suck, and I can’t help but fight him out, and he continues to do his work with the King, who beats me again and acquiesces in my proposal.

Then I had to throw at the kiosk a few times some cuisine books and cure pills, and at first he threw them back in their original form, and then he threw them back, and as for them, they would never eat them.

When I saw him every few days, I felt like he was taller and suddenly a big boy.

It is only a face that is cold day by day, and that wears black all day and night, and looks more like a magician than a magician.

When the King of Ghosts ordered the killing of Zipbei Xue, I was testing my sword, and the iron clot of that year had been sharpened into a long sword torn apart.

I used my finger to play on the sword and I wondered who would go to Chibei this time.

The sword is thin and sharp, and it rings in my hand.

Junto came to see me, standing behind me, saying he was going to Chibei.

And I had some of them, and he went on to ask me, “Do you know how to use people to make it?”

And I chose the eyebrow, and gave him only the sword in hand.

The sword has been sharpened for centuries and will never break again.

He took the sword wrongly. I don’t know why I gave it to him.

I said, even if it’s you, I’m lucky.

And when the booth first came out of the Fire, it brought back to the entire family of Xu, a time of great fame, and the whole Fire was not chewing his tongue.

And the King of the Ghost gave him the gift of a kiosk, and made him an emissary of the king, and looked at me as though he could raise the kiosk into a serf of hell.

I say congratulations and ask the King to give me the Xu clan, which I would like to use to refine.

The King lets me use it on my own. I’ve got a bunch of people going back to the mill.

I don’t know if I’m trying to save the family.

And he sent smoke into my cuisine, so I went to sleep, and he replaced the family of Xu with a magician who he had knocked out, and I waited for him to leave with a man and then I woke up and put a fire in the fire.

No way, I’m the master.

As the King of the Ghosts has become a left-hander, no one in the Fire has ever failed to respect him, nor does he seem to contradict me any more, nor does he occasionally ask me if I have no other name than the King of the Fairy, who has given me the name of the King of the Ghost.

He said, “How can I choose the sanctuaries of the fire, when it is so many?”

I said because you’re handsome.

He walked away in a cold, and I smiled and washed myself up for weeks, and I went into the Ghost King’s room.

Being a slave requires a sense of slavery, and the King of Ghosts is still waiting to suck on me.

When the kiosk accidentally hit into the Ghost King’s room, the Ghost King was sucking on my neck.

I saw the face of the kiosk as if it had been frozen and kicked, and I turned and left in a hurry.

The King took a sip and asked me what happened to the booth.

I turned my eyes and felt innocent.

The King’s got my chin, so I look him in the eye and ask what I think.

I smoked in my eyes. Ask him, or what?

The King seemed angry, bit me in the neck, and gave me a blood bead one by one.

But then, when I saw the booth after that day, I walked around, and I cried out, and I felt so helpless.

In this way, the kiosk is more focused on digging the walls of hell, although, to be sure, his plan was not perfect, and sometimes it was not even full of holes, and the longer I spit on him, he was still a child, the longer he ended up in silence behind him, the more suspicious the King became to me, and he even gave me the thought of sucking my brains out, but he generally said it in his mouth and never did it.

As usual, I worked assiduously as the King of Ghosts drew a dagger to my field from time to time, saying that he was going to dissect me, and that I was staring at the dagger, which was like a jade, and that his weapon was very sharp.

At times like this, the King laughs loudly, saying I’m getting better.

It’s a hell of a lot of laughter, and it’s a pain in the ears that makes me feel a little bit sick about the king.

No more prisoners of war are brought back to the Fire, and all he has to say is that he has killed him, and I feel deeply that he is at least half of my credit on the rings of faith.

So when the left-handers of the wind propose to send forth all the pagans of Hell to turn their backs, the whole Fire boils.

The King of the Ghosts found the proposal of Juntos to be a good one, after all that has been in hell for so long, it is time to go out and show those who are on the street what power it is, so he not only responded to the request of the Juntos, but also intended to brag in front of me, saying that he was very pleased with the fact that the Juntos have become such a successful monster through his hand.

I got my thumb up and said, cow.

There is no place for man to rest in the Fire, and the booth says one, and I say to myself, “Go.”

As a slave who has not gone out of hell for many years, the King’s eyes have turned around me, as if he were going to put me in a hole.

He gave me three months and sent me a kiosk.

I’m so happy to stretch my neck so the King can suck as much as he wants.

And the next day We stood on an endless cliff, looking at the sun that was pouring down on the earth, and was discomfortful. Indeed, they stayed in hell long enough, and forgot that they were men.

And We chose the Mount of Ka’al, where there was no one but the landscape, and most of it was far from the peak of the flowing clouds.

On the day when the inn was built, for the first time, the kiosk was changed to clean clothes and stood in the sun and turned over, which, I guess, was the life he wanted.

The days of hearing in the court are quiet and idle, and no one has ever associated us with the fairies of hell and the left-handers of the devil.

It reminds me of a day like this, when I didn’t have a big brother to drink with me, when I didn’t have a big brother to do drugs with, and when my little brother didn’t know how to fix it, I drank under the tree of the mountain.

I’m probably a little drunk, and when I see him coming out of the booth, I drink with him.

I asked him if he’d been happy all these years.

He doesn’t talk.

I asked him why he didn’t talk.

So he looked up at the moon.

And I followed him in my head, and I think he was certainly hateful, and if he had not gone to Hell, he would now be a noble little man in the world.

After that night, I was grounded in the booth.

I’m not losing it. After all, Junto and Junto have been living free and free for so many days.

Indeed, I am well-placed, and the others who followed me die, and I left at least one life.

The Shaitans who came from the Fire will not escape from the mountain, and they will not be able to return to it. The world will soon come to know the man of the fairy who came out of the mountain with an accelerator, a sword with a sword, and the wind will never come to pass.

But they didn’t know I made it.

The booth doesn’t want my life, even to see how I’m doing.

We said, “The left is the best, and the first thing we can think of is to build a foothold on earth, and to deceive the pagans.”

It’s the child who always boasts. It’s the child who is in the mood to continue to do great things.

Sitting across from me, asking why I killed his parents.

I thought for a long time that I didn’t kill.

I asked how much the booth hated me.

He said that he would overwhelm the Fire, and that he would kill the wicked of all the earth.

I’m suffocating.

The booth looked at me for a long time and then turned and left and never came.

After a while, the news of Juntom’s rebellion finally returned to the Fire, and it was not a good time for the horde of demons under the mountain to appear and not to come to hear the loft, but to massacre the people. I thought that the chantoon should be fast, but the moon was on its right turn.

I waited seven days and finally waited for the full moon, and then at night when people were quiet, I drank a “Sword.” # I don’t know #

And the sword that was given to Junto came to me with it.

Nor believed in me, but he was not guided by My sword.

Then We went by the sword, and the light vehicle returned to Hell.

As expected, the Ghost King is lying on his bed, and the white face is now as white as the ashes.

I pushed into the door, and the King turned his head and looked at me and pulled a dirty smile.

I said, don’t play hard. I know you’re bluffing.

For all these years of our lives, the King of the Ghosts called me, except for the full-monthly night of the month. He never approached me, but when he came to me again the next day, he came to me with a great decrease and a great weakness.

I used my toes to think it was right to kill the King on full moon night.

The King’s eyes were crucified on me, and I wandered around the room, slowly removing the dagger from the wall, with red light, and then turning it around in his field, asking him if he knew what I wanted to do.

The Ghost King held his hand on my wrist and said you wanted to kill this seat?

And I could not have stayed in Hell, half a soul, but he who brought you back with him, and he did not like the night and night of the fire, and he liked the moon of the Mount, so I did.

But I underestimated the power of the Ghost King, even if he had made it so much worse, even if I had taken it so much, he had been hanged and beaten.

He is the Lord of Hell, who is forbidden to use it as he pleases, and fights hard, and I cannot fight.

The King of Ghosts used a dagger through my biblical bone and nailed me to the wall.

I’ve always been familiar with this picture, and if I remember correctly, my good student was nailed to the wall.

“What do you want? “The Ghost King grabbed my cheeks and made me feel like a fat headfish.

I swung, and I couldn’t say it.

The King went on to say that, since I was so concerned about the booth, he would bring it back and live with me.

It took me a while to get rid of the Ghost King’s hand and ask him how much he cares about me and the booth.

The King’s face was red, and then he started to burn red all over his face.

I almost had a laugh, and the ghost king was so angry that he took me down from the wall with a dagger and stuck me in the corner and cut my throat.

I asked the King of Ghosts to take me for a slave because I was afraid that one day I would sneak out of hell and leave him alone.

The King of Ghosts asked me if I had any problems.

Of course there is a problem.

I stood up against the wall, pulled out the dagger that had been inserted into my own cathedral, and the dagger that was blood-stained seemed so strange. I asked the King of Ghosts, remember what it was made of.

The King of Ghosts is wrinkled, and the hell is thousands of years old, and a dagger that is not very visible is certainly not worth remembering for so long.

So I told him it was the Red Eagle Wing.

The dagger, which has been worked out by the wings of hundreds of my people, still bears the trail of cranes.

“Have you forgotten the deal you made with the magic and the cuisine? I’m sorry.

But the King frowned for a long time and he couldn’t remember.

See, it’s called heaven’s way, where the tall ones kill the crowds just to make a dagger of their own, and now he can’t even remember it.

And the heavens and the earth are not kind, and We have made all things a dog, so how shall We make a difference in the way of the fair?

The King asked me if I really wanted to kill him.

I said, no end.

So the Ghost King squeaked, one hand with a strong wind, and hit me in the head.

I sat on my legs, closed my eyes, I had my hands on my hands and blew up my own Wondan.

I spit blood. The Ghost King spits blood.

I’m in pain with a twisted face and the King with a twisted face.

And I was not wronged in the night before I went out of the Fire, that I should have been divided into two of the devils, and that I should have gone back to it by a sword.

I threw blood on the floor and started with a sword, and the sword went up and stabbed the King in the heart with an inaccurate move of my finger.

The King of Ghosts has always said that since I have become his slave, then he dies and I die.

Junto must fight the King, and I thought, in that case, I should do it myself.

But I killed the King and I didn’t die.

The red thread appeared in my own hands, so that when the King’s Wondan floated from him and fell on my hand, I was a bit defiant.

I can’t believe the Ghost King took me with him.

He gave me my life without a contract of life or death, and since the first time I kneeled before him, he was there to spare my life, and even to take back the kiosk that was used to rule me, and to tolerate my bringing to me Tin-ray, and to teach the pavilion the Law of the Fairy.

It’s like a fire with a silver and white light around it. That’s my own Wondan.

Perjury, I’m with the King of Ghosts.

That night I put on a ghost king’s dress, swallowed him, put on a mask, filmed my sword, wiped out the blood on it, and told him to go.

It’s ringing next to me and won’t move.

I said if you don’t come, I’m gonna grind you, I’m gonna break you, and then it’s gonna sound like a long bang and shake back to the mountain.

And the next day We marched along with most of the Shaitans, and surrounded the mountains, and were in the midst of a guillotine.

That’s me.

I owe to him the last life, but I owe him a wish for peace, and I will return it.

In World War I stood in the center and even saw my master and brother.

The face of evil, the kiosks stand across from me, with their wide sleeves, and the cranes embroidered on their clothes follow the wind and hunt and dance, as if they were about to fly out.

I’m dying because I’m so angry, and I’m so angry that I’m looking at you.

I hid behind my mask, trying to make a quick decision, and I did not intend to resist.

And as the sand went out of the mountains, I was blinded by the wind, and the pavilion stepped fast, and I retreated, and his sword could not stop ringing.

So Junto recognized me, and I saw him squeezing the wrist of the sword, and the sword that hit me right in the neck turned.

I almost started crying with my hands on the booth.

And then the knob looked back, and I flew on the ground with a red eye, and my painful snot tears almost came out together, and I couldn’t move on the ground and let the knobs pull out my Wondan.

Son of a bitch hates me so much.

I died suddenly because I didn’t have time to tell Junto, I didn’t kill his parents.

But I’m not completely dead, and it’s all due to the fact that my second brother, who normally collects rare treasures, wanted me to walk down the mountain with a cloud, standing at the door of the mountain and stinging me with a guacamole, saying that I had too many enemies in previous years and that it would be good to have another baby to defend myself.

Generally speaking, the practice of proselytizing is generally ungrateful, after all, after decades of closed eyes.

But my second brother is different. He remembers my birthday every year.

I was so impressed that I had the white beard of my new master in my hand, and I held him in my hand, and asked him, and this time I bought a fake with a few words of money, and the cloud stood next to me and noded.

Then We went down the mountain, and were kicked down by two brothers.

But I didn’t think I’d actually saved my life.

In the first battle, I could not die, except for a little bit of my soul that was attached to the gushing of the pearls, so that I was removed from the gushing of the pearls, and came forth from my casket.

There’s a hanger standing next to me and asking me, is he new?

I noded my head and said I’d ask my brother to take care of him.

The ghosts of mass graves come and go, and I hang with my Hanging Brother and hang on his rope from time to time.

Waiting for the spirit to get stronger. Hanging brother asked me, why don’t you go back to life?

I said, yeah.

It’s time to be born. I just don’t know how my apprentice is.

This guy, he just can’t take it.

When I finished talking about the kiosk, he came with my feet, and he took his hoes and dug up my grave.

I was scared, and the hungry ghost from next door said that he seemed to have seen a kiosk, that he had left me in a mass grave, then returned, brought a coffin and buried me.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

The head was dug, the face of the kiosk was snapped, the face was strung up, and after a while, the grave was piled up and then the head was carried away.

Hanging’s pushing me. It’s time to be born.

I said no hurry, I’ll think about it.

I wanted to be born, but when he came, I always wondered if I could see him again.

The following year, the kiosk continued to arrive, this time with a shovel and a shovel, I saw my own coffin.

I asked if the man who dug my grave was good.

Hanging ghost said I was sick.

In the third year, when the booth arrived, without tools and with a bullet in the finger, I saw my coffin again.

I think he may have been injured in the mountains and now he’s recovered.

The fourth, fifth, sixth year … He always comes.

Ten years, he didn’t come.

He said, “The man who dug your grave will finally forget your vengeance.”

No love, no hatred, no hatred, he finally forgot me, and I wanted to cry, but there were too many ghosts around, and I was embarrassed to howl, so I said, “I’m sorry and I’m gone.”

I’m supposed to be a young doll now, but there’s been an accident in the middle, and I’m lying on my bed in the mountains, next to the Via-hyuk’s machine, and there’s a cloud out there, and it’s gonna kill my master and my big brother.

Now I can’t move, I can’t move, I can’t move, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it.

I woke up the kiosk, and it was nicer than usual.

A thunderbolt fell, and it struck, and even the house started shaking, and I heard the squeaky bird hanging out of the porch, and I started screaming, probably scared.

Another thunder struck, and the tiles, which did not know where the roof was, were shattered, fell, and fell on the head of the knob.

He opened his eyes and asked me why he couldn’t move.

I’m:

And when the thunder of the sky was ringing, We saw through a hole on the roof of the roof that the clouds of the sky were cut apart by a thin lightning, like a crack in the earth.

The red thread entangled, like the farce of the two worlds, with my hand tied together in the knobs uncontrollably lifts up, and the red thread in front of my eyes gleans out of red and white, and the microlight covers me and the knobs, and divides into three pieces, entangled in purple light, flying all over the sky.

I saw the hand of the kiosk strangling, holding its head in pain, strangling its forehead with soybeans, squeezing it in the mouth, and I wanted to hold the kiosk to start hammering my own head, so I could see myself moving.

I watched the five officials twist into a kiosk, gnawed their teeth out, and rose up and pushed the door.

I’ve been blown so hard, I can’t keep my eyes open, I can’t keep my back on this door.

It’s not right for us to think that if something goes wrong, my master and master brother will die together.

For I opened the door, staring in the yellow earth and the leaves of the sky, and saw my brothers and brothers standing on the ground with their bodies as a nine-word line, and my master stood in the eyes, with his hands on his head, with his hands stamped above his head, and a thunderbolt struck him, falling between his hands, and stunned his head.

So I was wrong.

If there was an accident, it’d be his ass.

I thought of the past, but how could a mortal who had barely been brought back to life for less than a month be able to approach such a great battle by taking only one leg, and I was thrown back, with my back slammed to the edge of the bed, which was condensed into a knob with a thick neck?

I looked at him with my back rubbing and, frankly, I couldn’t help it.

The pressure on the perimeter makes it difficult for me to stand up and to walk outside the door with my hands tied to a yellow-earth floor, and I will climb even today.

When I was finally able to get my head out of the door, the third thunderbolt sank and was barely swallowed up by the syllable.

The wind and sand stopped, and I coughed at the door, and the first person I saw was Big Brother, who almost jumped and yelled at me to shut the door.

When Big Brother spoke, everyone looked at me, and I was lying on the ground.

Everyone let me in. I stood up and stood up and fell on my knees.

I have been on my knees twice in my life, for the first time as a worshiper. I kneel before my master, who stretched out his hand over my head and told me that I would never be known as Yunn.

And the second time was the King of the Ghosts kneeling to the name of the clouds, leaving between the heavens and the earth a single fairy.

This is the third time.

I bend my back, I put my head on the floor, and my head buzzed.

Three in a row, Master stood up and looked at me. Everyone stood up and looked at me.

The wind and sand that had just stopped were rising, and the sky, which had been bursting, began to gather like a black cloth covering all the sky, and torn a mouth in the middle of the centre, swirling everything around it, turning into a giant vortex in which the vortex slowly released a ray of light, behind which there was a flash of lightning.

I looked up at the sky, looked at the lightning in the vortex and suddenly wanted to laugh.

It turns out that the last three Tian Leis were hidden in those two red wires, and that God was a fool.

The thunder squealed like blood, and with the weight of a man’s head, the master’s hands moved so fast that I could only see the shadows, which were swirled in blood, the wounds of his hands.

Master spoke to me with the wind.

He said,

Puil, live.

Live, but if you die, let me live.

I stood up from where I was, and the Fourth Sister came over to stop my waist, and I was pushed into my room and she cried and said, “My dear, you’ve been missed, you’ve been in there, okay?

I looked down and asked her if it looked good on me.

This dress was just made for me the other day, my baby.

My sister’s tears are still in her eyes, and she touches my face and says she looks good in anything.

I nod my head. That’s good. That’s good.

The outside master drank too much. I saw it coming.

The Fourth Sister pushed me, and I didn’t move but said,

“Sword come. I’m sorry.

She swung and asked me what I was saying.

I looked straight ahead and went on.

“Sword come. I’m sorry.

It was as if the thunder had been full of force, and the master had bended his knees and his mouth had spilled blood.

The Fourth Sister took a quick look at me and turned around and went back in formation.

I raise my hand and keep yelling,

Sword!

There were winds, thunders, thunders, and no one responded to me, but the heavy sword in the house suddenly sounded in the sword.

So We cried from the sky, and the sound was like a blade, and We stung into the sky with dismay.

“Sword, come!”

And the heavy sword which is placed in the house, if it is resonant, sends out a sound of twilight, which is drawn out of the twilight, and flashes of fire, and falls into my hand.

And We have sacrificial sacrificial sword for a hundred years for this day.

The sword is mine.

I held my sword high above my head, emptied and jumped into a roller-rolling thunder, and the sword became an entity, and a sword cut through the thunderbolt, and a loud sound caused me a pain in the ear, and there was a light around me, a few pieces of hair on my face, so I could hear only a few people calling me behind my back.

When the blood began to bleed in the mouth of the tiger, the blood was spilled on my clothes, I bit my teeth and put my sword on the top, and the masters and brothers flew to my side to fight against Tian Lei, and the brothers spat and said that we had not fought together for a long time.

I want to laugh and laugh and not out.

I’m so, so…

And when I saw the thunder, I thought I could breathe a breath, but the next thunder fell along the unbroken lightning, and the double of the weight of the lightning suddenly filled me with blood, and the next one fell, and only the master was with me.

I spit out a sip of blood and yell at Tian Lei for no reason.

The bounds are thinning, and the blades are crumbling, and I think I’m going to die again. So I close my eyes, and all my strength is drawn to the sword, so that my hands do not tremble.

In the middle, I heard someone calling me Master.

I thought I was hallucinating, and he was my own master, and he only called me Kiri, but the man took my hand and kept me in his back, and the weight around him was small, and I opened my eyes, and I saw the face of my face, with a messy hair, with his hands in it, and he made up half of the cracks in the past.

I was in the wind, my robes were folded, he looked at me, he opened his mouth, and he had blood in his eyes, and I saw his mouth, and I saw it.

Master. I’m sorry.

I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t talk to him because of his voice, his voice was mute, my heart was strangling.

Master’s in.

The vortex in the sky is getting deeper, and I know that the last thunder will fall.

If we don’t live together, we die.

At last, as the last thunderfall falls, the bounds of bitterness will finally burst, as the snow of the fire will melt.

I held the hand of the kiosk, but he turned around and covered my eyes with his hand, and the thunder fell on his back in an instant, and I felt nothing but tears wet the palm of the kiosk and passed it over my face.

I’ll tell you in one word.

Master, not me.

I went back to my peak, and most of the mountains were struck by lightning, and I don’t think I’ll ever see the moonlight again.

I live in the most remote yard of the peaks, surrounded by trees, and the sun is pouring into the courtyard, so I have a chair sitting in the middle of the courtyard.

The shadow of the leaves fell on the clothes, the clothes were clean and clean, and there was no blood left. The Fourth Sister made me many new clothes, and there was no need to be dirty with blood.

No one knows that I’m the one who lived there, and that my older brother still comes to me from time to time, and that my niece will be married.

When Big Brother came, he sat next to me with a chair and asked me if I drank, and I shook my head and said no.

The brother said that the people around the Mount heard that the hyenas had become plentiful, and that he had been given a large, man-made sculpture, and that he had fallen on his knees day after day, and that he had been born in the fire.

I remember the King who killed the parents of Juntom and brought the kiosk back to hell, when it was not one of them.

I pointed to the open area in front of the yard and said if I could find some bricks, I’d like to build a kiosk here.

Big Brother grew up groaning, and I went on to say, “Don’t let the Second Brother look for me. I always thought he had even a brick.

Big Brother promised.

I was suddenly curious and asked Big Brother if he had planned to follow me to the mountains.

When he touched his head, he put a blemish on his face. He said that when he saw the knob a long time ago, he was shocked. He wondered how anyone in the world could look the same as a knob. Then, when he saw the red thread in the hands of the knob, he was certain that someone had used the forbidden technique.

I said, oh.

He said that he had been to the mountains for ten years and wanted to avenge me, but the booth was gone every year.

I suspect Big Brother was just in time to dig my grave.

No. It’s time to catch up with the Ghost King and dig my grave.

When I returned to the Fire to kill the King of Ghosts, the kowtow was awakened by the sound of the night-and-night squeaky birds, and I found out that the sword was gone and that man was gone.

He looked all over the mountains and ended up in hell, and as soon as he went, he saw the King lying silently. On the ground, the spirit left by the King of Ghosts, an old leprechaun, became the head of the booth.

The following day, in the Great War, Junto recognized me, staggered the sword to save my life, and the King of Ghosts recognized me and dug out Wondan with red eyes.

Dig, dig, dig, dig. Most of them are his.

So all of them watched the pavilion shivering and carrying me into their arms in pain, and then the palms of their faces spread out my soul.

In this case, the saying is “one mountain is not worth it.”

When I died, the Shaitans had no head, and they were dislodged, and the King threw me into a mass grave, and his face was twisted and he came back with a coffin to bury me.

Every year the Ghost King tried to dig me out and put me up with the missing graves.

He’s been arguing with the Ghost King for decades, and for decades he’s been asking for the truth, and the Ghost King is on the red line, telling him that death in this seat will not tell you.

So in the 10th year, the King was finally killed by Junto.

In fact, according to the power of the King of Ghosts, he couldn’t kill him, except that after my death, I was held in my arms by two red threads, and the King came out to give me the hand that spreads my soul, and Tian Lei struck the King of Ghosts from the sky and cut me in my ear.

The King of Ghosts is silent, and it is only the Juntos who have been able to lead the right path to victory.

When Juntom is half a man and half a ghost in the mountains, he is sober, he is mad, he sits under the tree where he is, and when he is mad, he stabs himself with a knife, so that he fights for 10 years, and then he dies and spends most of his work in the heavens and the earth.

The first thing that woke up after a few days of coma was to go to a mass grave and pull me out. He wanted to give me another place. It was too dirty and too crowded, and now no one wanted to break my ashes anymore.

He then looked at me, buried in the ground for 10 years, and went into deep meditation.

He thought maybe I wasn’t dead.

So he ran to the peak of the clouds, and sought to take the lamp.

When he was surrounded, my master asked him what he would do with a poignant lamp.

He said save people.

My master asked for help.

He said, “Sweet.”

So my master borrowed it.

Later, my master said that the reason for his offer was to lend him a kiosk and then slap him in the face and let him try to lose his love.

I said Master is not serious.

No one thought that the kiosk was trying to get my soul together with a spotlight.

What’s going on in the world is so uncertain.

And who can think of the King of the Ghosts, who did not speak more than one word in hell, who confined me in the court just to save my life in the Second Day of War?

Big Bro’s going back to get his daughter a dowry and let me go with him. I said no, we’ll talk later.

I stood outside the yard and suddenly thought about the thunder of the day, and I asked him, and I didn’t think about what they would do if I hadn’t gone out and the kiosk hadn’t recovered my memory at the end of the day and sacrificed myself to block the last thunder.

Big Brother 5 wrinkled together for a long time, scolded his mother and said he’d be scared to death if he could think of the last three.

The sun in the courtyard is on the other side, the sun is heavy, there are birds all around, and now I’m just a human being, hungry, hungry, sleepy.

I went to the kitchen, I worked for half a day, I made a bowl of porridge or something, and I ate only one bite, and I burst into the bowl with tears.

My porridge is really bad.

“Ancestor, I beg you not to enter the kitchen. What did you burn the kitchen last time? I’m sorry.

As I looked up, the kiosk was taking three steps of what it was full of, and two steps of what it was, one of them took the bowl from me, smelled it, and then drank it.

And I kicked him in the face, and he knew that I would not cook, and it took so long to buy a wedding gift for my niece, and I was starving.

The kiosk rubbed the place where I kicked it, and I was happy to point out the gifts at the door and the drinks next to it.

“It was supposed to be up the hill, but I couldn’t fly without Wondan, and halfway there I felt like my niece was married, and I had to buy something to ask you for a kiss. I’m sorry.

“Go to hell and cook for me. I’m sorry.

“The master is here? Did you drink with him?”

“No, his wine looks like water. I’m sorry.

And I sat on the roof of the roof of the house to see the moon, and I lamented that the moon was good in Mount Zaqqum, and the altar said, “The moon of hell is good.”

I think he is foolish. There is no moon in hell.

But he turned his head at me and said, “I was the only one to shake him in white, and I was the only moon.”

When I remembered the King beat me with a swollen nose, the knob came to my room in the middle of the night and gave me a boiled egg and told me to rub it with an egg.

Did I ask you not to hate your relatives?

He shook his head and said, “The King of the Ghost is dead, Hell is in the sky, and his parents have returned, and his vengeance has been avenged.”

Didn’t I always think I killed his parents?

The Juntoon also stunned and then seemed to recall something, saying that he had asked the Ghost King why he had killed his parents, not me.

I was so upset, I punched him so hard, I asked him what he was doing after me.

I can’t ask the King, of course.

The night was cold and I almost turned my eyes over.

The kiosk invited me to my shoulder to cover the wind and asked me if I was a human being, that I couldn’t do more, that I would become a little old man.

I said yes.

It’s not wrinkled that Junto said she’s old.

I said you could die early while you’re young.

Don’t be silly.

Besides, Master must look good when he’s old. I’m sorry.

—— ——

“Sensei, take me for what I’ve been cut off. I’m sorry.

“Go on, don’t put your big head around my neck and suck it. I don’t have the power. I’m sorry.

“Why can’t I just be here?” I’m sorry.

“…”

Record number: YX1104R40oE

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.