There’s no sugar. – The gods are stuck.

There’s no sugar.

The moon and six times is the boyfriend always turned me down and I broke up.

He was silent for a long time, pulled out his cell phone and opened a pure school novel.

I’m not moving.

Until he read the lead man with the same name, I took a step in my face, “Shut up! I’m sorry.

I hear I’m your novel master? I’m sorry.

I looked at the long-legged man on the sofa and looked at the balcony, and I saw in my heart which was more painful when the sixth floor fell and the horse died.

It’s not clear yet that the man-god whispers again, “The bead drops slowly from his perfect jawline, slides through his sexy collarbone, sturdy chest, strong belly…”

The gods are stuck.

I put on my coat.

“You watched me shower? I’ve been asked by men.

“I didn’t!” I argued, “The last time you went swimming with my brother, I looked up! I’m sorry.

The man laughed, “The ducks had to come to the swimming pool. I’m sorry.

His finger was lit a few times on the screen, and he was drawn to the next one.

Yes, not only did I make a prototype of a male, but I wrote a series of short novels.

Little dogs, little dogs, little dogs, the flowers of the sick green tea, the masters are all called Jiang Yu, the masters are all called Jane Lemon.

Jiang Zheng is the god and I am the lemon.

I looked in the eye, and I saw Jiang’s eyebrow swung, and I turned my phone screen towards me, and I said, “How do you know? I’m sorry.

We drew ropes, and covered the thick face of our walls, and revealed only the eyes of a thief.

“I guess.”

Jiang Yi looks better, and continues to look down, “Not much material, not much. I’m sorry.

It’s better not to mention it. I’ll be angry.

“Specific”? What measure? “That’s because I don’t have real experience!” I’m going to be laughed at by my readers for writing a kiss, saying I’m the mother, solo — but I wasn’t a month ago! I’m sorry.

A month ago, Kang became my boyfriend.

And today, a month later, Jiang Zheng somehow found me in a small trumpet and then saw my passion.

It’s sad to live and die.

I covered my eyes too.

I want to play for myself a Shoban’s night song, a love that is dying.

“Break up, life is boring. I’m sorry.

“Break up? “I didn’t let you take advantage of me for a month because I was dating?” I’m sorry.

“You’re playing with me like this. Does your brother know? I’m sorry.

Squeeze my dead hole easily.

I coughed and said, “The word is not exactly used. I’m sorry.

“Oh, what’s that supposed to be? I’m sorry.

I don’t believe it.

“Young kids, can’t you think of something positive?” I’m sorry.

I was so angry, I jumped off the couch and went back to my room and knocked the door down.

When I turned on the computer, I snapped into a code word, and the man and woman of the latest article came to the end of the Be.

I’m feeling better when I’m watching the hostess cry and regret.

In fact, I know that Jiang Zheng is willing to be with me, that he doesn’t like me much, that he just doesn’t hate me, and that he wants to try me for my brother’s sake.

He’s my brother’s alumni and partner. He’s my little brother for three years.

The first time I saw him, I was seduced by him…

I asked my brother for help in making a connection, and my brother disagreed, saying that I had been hot for three minutes since I was a kid and I was not allowed to hurt his brother.

I strongly condemn this kind of elbow-triping, and my brother laughed and gave a string of names.

It’s the boys I’ve known since I was a kid.

Mom and Dad used to take care of me more often, so sometimes I was more afraid of my brother than my mom and dad.

I stung my neck and said to my brother, “This is different. I’m sorry.

“What’s different?”

“It’s better-looking than all of them!” I’m sorry.

“…”

My brother gave me $5,000 to stay wherever I want.

I turned around and bought a new watch for Jiang Qian, and my brother’s nose was so pissed.

If he won’t help me, I’ll have to do it myself.

It’s hard and hard to catch a man, and I’ll take a little hand at best.

I got a message from my best friend Peach. You’re having trouble with Kang?

I’m gonna break up with him.

I’ve been locked up in my room for so long, I didn’t say anything.

As we all know, the best friend has always been one of those who refuse to reconcile.

A phone call came in, and the consolation of the peach was plain. There’s a sorority at night. Shall we go?”

I’m done. I’m sorry.

I pulled out of my closet a small dress under the box, and I put on a fine make-up and opened the door on purpose to make a lot of noise.

No response.

I’ve been looking for people who don’t see him, and he’s gone.

My nose is sore, I’m driving straight to my destination.

Peach waved at me in the midst of a group of people, and I squeezed my head around her, without saying that tons had been filled with three drinks.

Peach is a little surprised, “Why are you so angry? Didn’t you say that every time you see his face, you get a half? I’m sorry.

I looked at her with sadness, thinking of her tragic experiences and saying I did not want to speak.

And the peach groaned, and held my shoulder, and said, “I told you that old men are no longer worthy, you do not listen.” I’m sorry.

Says she stretches her fingers to a group of young boys playing games not far away.

“See, that’s what my sister gave you — the first brothers of the hospital. What do you think? Did you feel the hormonal breath? I’m sorry.

As if there was a sense, one of the white boys turned around and smiled at me and the peach, showing his little white teeth and two shallow dimples.

“Oh, my brother. I’m sorry.

“…don’t worry about it. * I’m down, I’m down. *

Peach takes a deep look at me.

The eyes were complex, with three parts of compassion and four points of obvious contempt.

Plum.

Scooter, innocuous.

I held on to my fist and said, “When I’m done with old men…”

The old man’s video calls are coming.

I’m holding the camera in the way.

“Where have you been? Why are you so noisy?”

Why are you asking me?

In the smile of the peaches, I put my neck in my neck and said, “Take it.” I’m sorry.

Still mad?

Jiang Jing flipped the camera, pointed to a table of hot pots, boiled peppers in the middle and a black swan cake in the corner.

The cake shop is a long way from my house. It takes at least an hour.

“It’s not like there’s no one who can’t make a hot pot.” Just in case, I bought your favorite cake. I’m sorry.

Is it better to give me a kiss than anything?

I was about to say a few words, and I was suddenly pushed in my arms, and the hands of the cameras were moved by impact.

The white T-boy just came over with the peaches and accidentally put his face on me.

And the twirling of the twirling eyebrows, looking at what was so exciting, and looking at what was happening on the screen in a moment.

Lemon, why are you and your brother here? I’m sorry.

“My brother?” I’m sorry.

Jane Sam’s cold eyes stuck to me through the screen. I’m sorry.

It’s over.

“You’re back on business…”

I haven’t figured out how to explain it yet, but it’s the other way around. I’m sorry.

“…”

I don’t know why, I seem to smell a little bit of tea across the screen.

I got drunk with a six-and-a-seven in the space of Jiang Qian and Jane Sam to play dumb.

It’s not true. The longer of his face when he appeared before me was black enough to choke out ink.

The culprit of the crime, the peaches, was long gone, and I fell into the arms of the river and looked upon him with pity.

It’s hard to find out.

And when I was glad to think that he would protect me behind my back, the face of Jiangji changed,

It’s sad and jealous, and it’s a quartet.

He looked at Jane Sam and said, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t be mad at her. She must’ve been drinking too much to get involved… and you should stop talking about her. I’m sorry.

It’s not my fault.

I couldn’t believe it.

Jane took the opportunity to drag me out of his false arms with my back-dressed collar, and the head-to-face was a lecture.

Whoa, I cried so loud.

My boyfriend didn’t just love me, he set me up.

I was drunk and I wouldn’t take the car, and I fell on him with my coat, and I told him to walk back behind my back.

“Is it wrong?” Jiang Yi asked me.

Nice trick to kill.

I bit him in the neck as a response.

“Shuss…” “You don’t like the green tea-sweet. I’m sorry.

I stopped and realized that he was imitating the main character in my novel, and he was so ashamed, “The green tea is for you to use against your enemies, not against me! I’m sorry.

“Who is the enemy?” The one in the video? I’m sorry.

I was upset, “I don’t even know his name. I’m sorry.

“You’re sorry. “Why don’t I carry you back and add his contact? I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

Jiang Qing always treats me so light, more like my brother than being a boyfriend.

Just like Jane Sam.

I’m not doing this.

Bury your head in the neck of the river for a while, and I pour it with wine, “I don’t want green tea, I want a pup, you talk to me. I’m sorry.

“I won’t.” I’m sorry.

I pulled out the phone, “I’ll teach you. I’m sorry.

Cleared my voice and I said, “Are you blind? I’m sorry.

I snuck over his face and looked at him. I didn’t see any change in his face, but I noticed the sweat of his forehead.

I’ve had a good meal lately, and I’ve been getting my weight up.

I wiped his sweat with shame.

“Go on. I’m sorry.

“You must have had a carbonated drink in your last life. I’m happy to see you. I’m sorry.

I’m encouraged by the fact that the after-sight has slightly bent my eyelids and the sound has increased several degrees.

“In the east wind, I’d like to stay at your house. I’m sorry.

“I doubt your nature is a book, or why I look and I want to sleep…”

“It’s starting again? I’m sorry.

He looked grumpy, but the red ear root betrayed him.

I laughed and whispered in his ear: “I’ll never write about hysteria again! I’m sorry.

The result of the wave was that I was lost in the river, fainted and fell.

Jiang Ting snuck me home in a cab.

His home.

And when the shoes had been changed, We went straight to the main bed of the river, with clear intent, but he grabbed his arm and threw it back into his room.

A month of love, I didn’t get tofu, but I managed to take up a room at the Jiang Qian family, put some of my clothes and things on the table, and swapped a lot of things for love.

Jiang Jing turned out my make-up towel and said, “Take off your makeup, I’ll get you an iodized volt, and I’ll get your leg rinse.” I’m sorry.

So he took me back to his house because I was close.

I’m not happy to say, “Let’s have a fight. I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

“I want to know how you hit me… I’m sorry.

I was staring at my eyes, and my men were so sharp and I shut up.

“It’s also a corny story? Where did you learn that?”

I’ve become a quail in the glare of my eyes.

I pulled him to tell me a story before I went to bed to make sure that Kang was really angry.

“What’s the story?” I’m sorry.

I indented the covers with only one eye, “Tell your story.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to hear the story of the lemon Queen, Chief Queen or the sick Queen?” I’m sorry.

I bit my teeth, “It’s the kids who make choices. I want them. I’m sorry.

“Listen to me. I’m sorry.

I’m fascinated and nodded.

“You’ll break your leg if you go out behind my back to find another man.” I’m sorry.

“…”

Early in the morning, the peaches sent a friendly greeting: Are they alive?

I gave her a smile.

A red bag of peaches: 200?

I took the money and told her once and for all.

Do you hear that? No, why don’t you just do it? Does he really think you’re too young to do anything to you?

I interrupted her, “Where’s the little one? I’m sorry.

I’m only five years younger than Jiang Yi.

“Small everywhere.” I’m sorry.

“…” I scolded and hung up.

During the lunch break, I made a cup of tea in the tea room, and a couple of my colleagues were gathering to talk about emotional problems, and I stood up and listened.

They’re talking about my intern, Lin Jia.

Rinja’s late this morning, his eyes were red and a little swollen.

I’m a little confused, “Linga’s boyfriend has always been nice to her. I’m sorry.

“Well, good, good, but don’t you see the distance between them?” Her boyfriend, who had never been able to leave his ex-girlfriend behind, now that he’s looking for him, he left Kobayashi. I’m sorry.

Another colleague said, “What’s good about that man?” Isn’t that what you look like? You look good enough to eat? I’ve told you that Ga’s boyfriend is not really into her. I’m sorry.

“He is a few years older than Kobayashi, who does take care of people, and who is too young to do anything. I’m sorry.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s better to find someone of similar age — the little programmer downstairs, Ho Woo, looks good. I’m sorry.

Don’t think we don’t know that Ho Woo-jun is your cousin’s child. I’m sorry.

“What happened to the cousin? I won’t hurt Kobayashi, will I? The boy was really nice.”

I don’t know.

My colleagues, while you say my words are on the rise, I feel like I’ve been stuffed with cotton.

That’s not what I heard. It’s all a replica of me and Kang.

Xuru noticed something wrong with me and whispered to me, “How are you doing with your family? I’m sorry.

I said, “It’s good. I’m sorry.

And Xuru took a slap on my back, and he said, “Man, we can’t just talk. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry.

Oh, I know. I know. I’ll take care of it.

After work, Jiang Qing came to pick me up, and I was on the side of the co-driver, and he handed over a paper bag.

“What is it?”

“Little sugar,” says “I’m wearing a seatbelt.” I’m sorry.

That’s sweet.

I took a bite out of the wrapper and I was like, “Did you have an ex? I’m sorry.

Jiang Qian was clearly stunned, “Yes. I’m sorry.

The sugar in my mouth is not sweet for a second. I’m so cold, I’m so angry. I’m sorry.

“…”

Not this way.

Even if I don’t have the heart, I can’t have his people, can I?

Can’t you see it every day?

I turned out some classic horror films and compared them to the most horrible, and I thought I’d watch them with Jiang Yi and use the oil.

After taking a bath, I forced Jiang Jian to put on the couple rabbit nightgown I bought, to turn off the light in the living room and to sleep with him on the couch and watch a movie.

The classics are classics, and the scenery is soundless, and I see an acceleration of heart rate and a light of eyes.

That’s exciting.

It’s only halfway through the film that I remember what it was about.

I slowly touched the position next to it, shaking my voice and saying, “I’m afraid…”

It’s not what I wanted. I felt lonely.

Turning to me, the river was wrapped up in little blankets that didn’t know when to walk from me, sitting in the corner of the couch, saying to me, “I’m scared too.” I’m sorry.

“…”

It’s okay!

And We moved to the river, and broke his pillow in his arms hard, with his hands and feet in his arms.

And his breath has suddenly surrounded me, and I am satisfied, but I am still in a state of shock: “I knew I would not read this, and I will have nightmares.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t look, go to sleep.” I’m sorry.

Do you understand my suggestion?

I look down and I’m ashamed, “Are you with me? I’m sorry.

“Of course… no. I’m sorry.

Huh, man.

I’m laughing in my heart, and I’ve got Plan B.

Jin-sung always told me that Kang-sang had a bad drink, and he had to hang on to dinner.

I’m not gonna get a chance from a sober Jiangjun. Is he still capable of resisting?

I took out the wine that was ready for you, and I took me to bed on the pretext of drinking.

The gibberish picks up the eyebrows, and the deep black eye stares at my heart, and the laughter of my mouth, all the more so.

Think about it. What are you afraid of? As the peach says, a man is like a spring, and you’re weak and he’s strong… and you’re strong and he gives in.

So I met him in the face of the river, looking at it, and laughing with my head.

Gradually, the white-skin of the river began to get red and soft and soft, as if with a little hook, it tickled.

Jane Sam doesn’t bully girls.

I was trying to scream, “You know what? I’m sorry.

“Hmm? * His voice is low and dumb and his tail is long * I’m sorry.

When I choked, I turned my mouth and decided to save the country.

“You know, my readers read the kisses I wrote, and I wrote a little essay to me all night, telling me how it feels to kiss and to kiss…”

I’m stuck on the lips of the river and I’m swallowing my mouth.” She said the boy’s mouth was soft, like Jell-O. Is that true? I’m sorry.

“You want Jell-O? I’m sorry.

I’m the one who started it, and I can’t stop the old face. That’s what he’s listening to.

I opened my mouth, I didn’t say anything, just squeezed a word out of my throat.

Jiang Zheng came to me.

I was shocked.

Is the wine-drinking Jiang Qing so gentle to speak? It’s like he’s getting his eyelids in his pajamas.

Whatever it is, it’s real.

I jumped at him.

The moment I put my lips on the river, I felt only my head buzzing.

I’ve forgotten all about this.

He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, “What? I’m sorry.

Jiang Zheng did not answer. He stood up and walked towards his room, and his footsteps were somewhat unstable.

I followed him, and I was a little unsatisfied, “I know I’m a bad kisser, but everything is for the first time…”

In response, the door was closed and…

The sound of the backlock from inside.

“…”

I’m really angry with that kind of shit.

I took my bag and ran out.

I don’t want to see him.

I took a taxi to the company, and I was sitting on a desk and brushing my cell phone before I got to work.

Soon after, I got word from Jiang Qian downstairs.

I didn’t.

He sent you another one and brought you breakfast.

I still don’t care.

Men sometimes have to hang.

I saw your colleague Lin Jia, why don’t you ask her to bring it to you?

I can’t!

He ran down the stairs and saw Jiang Zheng standing on the first floor in the hall, with a nice coat and a sweet-coloured conservatory in his hand.

I walked in front of him and I didn’t talk.

You’re not worried about your stomach? I’m sorry.

I looked at him and told him with my face, “I don’t care about you.” I’m sorry.

“What did you do to me last night while I was drinking?” I’m sorry.

It’s almost eight o’clock. People are coming in the lobby. I’m scared to cover his mouth. I’m sorry.

As far as my gossip colleagues are concerned, who wouldn’t know what they’d say if they were passing by.

Turning around, Xu is staring at me and Jiang Yi with her eyes glowing.

“…” I’m convulsing my mouth, “Good morning, Sister Rue. I’m sorry.

Hsiru noded his head and came at me. “Good morning. Boyfriend came to bring breakfast? I’m sorry.

I was laughing and stuffed in my hand, and I felt my head against Xu: “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. From last night to now, breakfast won’t eat. I’m sorry.

“The little girl’s face is thin…”

He did it on purpose.

The fist is hard.

Xuru’s eyes are getting brighter, “Don’t worry, I’ll watch her for you. We’re almost there. I’m sorry.

She pulled me out of my sight, and she couldn’t wait to ask me, “What did you do to her?” Jane, I can’t tell you’re so good! I’m sorry.

“…and I’m not without me. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be modest.” And Xue said, “Come on, drink the porridge and tell me the details.” I’m sorry.

“…”

I don’t know what she’s made of her mind with her seemingly ulterior words, but I’ve been looking at my eyes all day with incoherence and… praise.

I was even more angry, and I ignored the fact that I had come to pick up my river on time and walked in the opposite direction, but was dragged out of the river and pushed into the river.

“What are you running for? We independent women of the new age, we have to admit it. She said:

I was incontrovertible, struggling to bear fruit, and my shoulder was laughtered into the car.

“Why don’t you go eat some dailies later? I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

At the crossroads, it’s a red light, and it’s so light in my head that I have to look at him.

“When did I turn my back on you? I’m sorry.

It is a natural advantage to look good with such tender and spoiled tone, and I almost forgive him.

I carried my chin with my stubbornness, “Just last night, you locked me out of the door. What do you mean? I’m sorry.

“You won’t?” I’m sorry.

Shit.

I take a deep breath, “You…”

A dragonflies kiss blocked what I was going to say, and I looked up at the river, and he turned his head down and stepped down on the gas.

Until I walked into a dailies store, I was still stunned.

You’re not going to wake up? How else can you kiss me?

So he’s a drunk driver?

The consequence of this lack of focus is that I hit someone around the corner.

“Sorry, are you okay? I apologized.

The man who got hit took a look at me and stopped looking at him.

“What a coincidence. I didn’t expect to meet you here. I’m sorry.

“It’s a coincidence that you’re holding my hand to me.” I’m sorry.

The man smiled, “A little girlfriend?” You like this one now?”

It’s familiar gossip.

It seemed like he didn’t want to talk too much. I couldn’t help but be curious and find an excuse to drag him away.

“Who is he?” I asked Jiang Yu.

“A student from college. I’m sorry.

“Oh, he’s so handsome. I’m sorry.

Jiang Jian looked at me and picked up his mouth, “He’s still my ex-girlfriend’s current boyfriend. I’m sorry.

“…but far from you. I’m sorry.

Jiang Jian, get up and sit next to me from across the street.

“It’s been a long time since the kiss. I’m sorry.

He bowed his head at me, smiled softly and made me laugh, and he kissed me again, as soon as I tried to back off.

A delicate kiss falls on the lips, soft and wet.

After all, my cheek burned.

There’s only two of us in the room, but the waiter could be here any minute.

I’m holding on to my heart, pushing down the river, “Someone…”

Jiang Yi grabbed my wrist and bit me on my lips to let go.

I grabbed the menu on the table and buried the whole face.

I think I should be tougher, but my face is really hot, you don’t have to see it. It’s gonna be so hot.

They’ll laugh.

“Can you see it so close? “Let me see it, too. I’m sorry.

“I’ll see first. * I won’t let go, I’ll say it * What does that mean? I’m sorry.

“It doesn’t mean anything. I’m sorry.

What does that mean? I’m sorry.

“It’s like I’m an old cow eating grass. I’m sorry.

“…”

Before I went to bed, I called Topper, “I feel like I’m hiding something. Why didn’t you tell me about his ex? I’m sorry.

“What time is this? Will you stop working tomorrow?”

“No, I can’t sleep. I think of Linja, “What if I leave Kong to find my ex?” I’m gonna be so sad, I haven’t…

“Dodo–“Peach hung up the phone.

How so.

I don’t give up, I hit him again.

After the long ringtone, there’s the gruesome sound of peaches on the other side of the phone. Do you have to take his scars off? I’m sorry.

My hands were shaking and my cell phone fell under the bed.

Giang… by green?

You’ll get green?

I picked up my cell phone in a tremor and I called Jane Sam.

Brother, let me ask you something. I’m sorry.

It seems that Jane Sam is still working, and I heard the knock on the keyboard.

He whispered, “It’s hard for you to remember my own brother. You’ve been living at Jiang Qian’s for long enough. When are you going to come back? I’m sorry.

Say it again. Brother, do you know Jiang Qian’s ex-girlfriend? I’m sorry.

Jane-san was silent for a moment, biting his teeth and saying, “I don’t know,” and hung up.

And the next day, I went to work with two panda eyes, and Xueru made me a cup of coffee, shot me on my shoulder, and said, “Young man, be careful. I’m sorry.

I looked at her, choked.

The feeling that curiosity is not satisfied is too painful.

I can’t help it.

But it’s a good thing this pain didn’t last long, and I soon saw the handsome man who was probably green.

The former enemy of Jiang Zheng Shuyang suddenly fell to my father.

Oh, the pain didn’t disappear, it just shifted.

I’m supposed to have a little bit of an intern with my father.

But bad was bad when he led Song Shuyang to the company, and he went around me, laughing, “That’s a coincidence. I didn’t think you were working here. I’m sorry.

In the presence of the leader, the muscles of my fake smiles are stinging.

After Song Shuyang left, the leader called me to the office, and smallpox slammed the importance of this project.

Then he waved and arranged for me to do the docking on the project.

Well done, straight ahead.

It’s not good, the leader didn’t say it, just hinted at me, and the consequences were serious.

How much responsibility can I bear when I’m a rookie? It’s better to be a matchmaker.

I didn’t even dare to tell Jiang Yi.

The Gossip Girl surrounded me and asked me about my relationship with Song Su-yang, and I said he was a college classmate of Jiang Zhen, not very familiar.

They’re happy to share with me the little news that they don’t know where to get it from — Song Shuyang is a rich and single generation with a great family.

Several female colleagues of the right age had their hands polished and their eyes shined.

Single?

I’m touching my chin.

When I sent Song Shuyang the papers, he laughed like a fox, “You know who I am? I’m sorry.

I hesitated to say, “The ex-boyfriend of Jiang Qian?” I’m sorry.

Song Su-Yunton. “So you know Liang-soon? I’m sorry.

“That’s not very clear. I’m sorry.

Song Shuyang hit me with a hook, “Let me tell you something? I’m sorry.

I’m a little struggling, and Song Shuyang’s face is full of bad intentions, but I really want to know.

I’ve been hanging around for half a day. I’m sorry.

Song Shuyang looked at me with a good look, saying, “The river and the beam are together, one morning they were found sleeping in the same room.” I’m sorry.

My heart sank.

I haven’t slept with Jiang Qian, and Liang Zheng won not only on the starting line, but just dumped me.

Song Shuyang said that at the time, they had organized an event and had had a villa party, and that almost all had a drink because of the atmosphere.

The earlier people from the next morning asked them to get up in one room, as a result of which Jiang and Liang came out of the same room.

Both of them had always been in a good company, and in the eyes of all the people, they had the same qualities, and then they were together.

My heart was so bitter that I couldn’t help but ask: “What later?” I’m sorry.

Song Shuyang smiled and did not answer, but said, “I also liked Liang, too. I’m sorry.

So I look at him and I look at him and I say, “Did you break the walls of the river?” I’m sorry.

When I returned home, my silence drew the attention of Jiang Yi, who put a piece of fruit in front of me and handed me a little plastic fork.

“What’s wrong with you at work? I’m sorry.

I shook my head.

He asked, “Why is it so boring? I’m sorry.

I’m going to stop a few more rounds, and I’m going to hold on to the hips of the river, “Can I sleep with you?” I’m sorry.

Jiang Yi’s body was clearly a doom.

He looked down at me, “If your brother finds out…”

“Are you still afraid of my brother? I’m sorry.

“Are you not afraid?”

I’m thinking about Jane Sam’s face.

So I raised my hand and I said, “I promise I’ll do nothing and I’ll talk to you under the covers — my brother won’t know.” I’m sorry.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yi agreed.

And We baptized ourselves, and lifted up the covers of the river, and snuck into his arms, and attached it to him like an octopus.

The book that Jiang Zheng put down in his hand was so quiet that he “do nothing.” I’m sorry.

I nod, “Nothing. I’m sorry.

“Then go to sleep. I’m sorry.

After my eyes had adapted to the darkness, I looked at the glare of the river, and I consciously touched his abs in his cotton pyjamas.

Hands are awesome.

“Can you agree with me if your predecessor wants you back? I’m sorry.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry.

I reached out to another claw, “Really? I’m sorry.

“Really. I’m sorry.

I fell asleep with my heart and I saw Liang-soon in my dream.

She’s as charming and beautiful as Song Su-yang showed me.

At the moment, she was wearing a white dress, and she looked down on the river and told him the real reason for the break-up.

Liang Xian’s father died when she was young, and her mother raised her and her brother alone.

Contrary to her excellent knowledge, the mother ‘ s prevarication created the rebellion of her brother and often caused trouble, in which case a classmate was hospitalized.

The family demanded 300 thousand, otherwise it refused to reconcile.

Liang Xian’s mother was angry and anxious and fell ill.

It is simply not possible to cover the costs for the Sing Liang who has not graduated, and Song Shuyang extended his hand at this time.

She told Jiang Zhen that she had worked so hard over the years that she had finally paid off Song Shuyang’s money and affection and had returned to look for Jiang Zheng.

She asked if she wanted to be with her.

He took her in his arms.

Many of the scenes in the dream were blurry, but I remember clearly that the guilt-filled look that Jiang Yi looked at me last.

When I woke up, I found my eyes were sour, my hands stretched out and a few undry tears.

I’ve been aging for days, and the peaches are surprised to know the reason, on the one hand, because she guessed half the truth, and on the other…

She’s so scared of me. “I thought you were just Mojiang’s body. I’m sorry.

I’m biting the milk straw, sulking, “Dreams and reality are the opposite. I’m sorry.

“But who said Liang Zheng was going to settle in? Maybe you’re a vision dream. I’m sorry.

I looked up at her and I was so angry that the tea in front of her was gone.

In my novels, a woman like Liang Zheng is a great master, and my role is merely a tool to promote the passion of men and women.

The tools are also dignified.

Song Shuyang also saw me in a bad state, laughing at me, “Why, so unconfident? I’m sorry.

I greeted him more than a dozen times in my heart. I’m sorry.

There’s so much to talk about.

This heartlessness reached its peak when I saw Liang and Jiang Yi in a white dress.

In front of the hotel, me and Song Shuyang, Jiang Zheng and Liang Zheng formed a strange resort that isolated others.

Liang Zheng himself looks better than the photo.

And standing with Jiang Qi, and indeed standing in pairs.

I look down and I can’t look at them again.

After a long time of silence, Song Shuyang suddenly grabbed my shoulder, bended over and said his classic line, “What a coincidence. I’m sorry.

So Shuyang had to drive me all the way here to eat the night, which was obviously bad.

Jiang Yi laughed, unlike he used to laugh, and looked at me as creepy.

He was staring at me, and his eyes were filled with heavy anger, and he came to me without delay.

Overtime? With him?

I pushed Song Su-yang away and explained, “I’m really working overtime. He’s my A.”

“Why don’t you tell me who’s working with him?” I’m sorry.

“I forgot…”

You’re laughing.

Before I got off work, Kang told me he had a college reunion tonight to bring his family and ask me if I wanted to join.

I was just about to say that I had received an overtime reminder from Song Shuyang.

Now, he planned this.

What a dog.

We turned to him and found the beam standing by his side with the same questioning attitude, and Song Shuyang put his hands in his pocket and looked like a hanging son.

When I didn’t fully understand what was going on in front of me, Jiang Zhen put me in his car and took me home.

Put your shoes on. I’ll sit on the couch and look down at me.

I’ve calmed down and decided to pre-empt.

“Jang Zheng, let’s break up. I’m sorry.

After a moment of confusion, the whole face cooled down. I’m sorry.

He leaned over, his thin lips were so close, his breath was pouring out on my face, “Was he tired of me, or did he see Song Shuyang?” I’m sorry.

It’s warm and cold.

My nose is sore, I almost cried, “No. I’m sorry.

Maybe my eyes were red too much, the river was covered, he groaned and his fingertips gently rubbed my eyebrow.

“Why are you crying?”

I can’t help it if he’s soft. He’s got a lot of trouble in his head.

“Do you still like Liang? You’ve spent the night with her… and now you know it’s only necessary for her to break up with you… and you’re going to get back together with her… and she looks so good and so good.”

I smoked, and Jiang was crying, and handed me a towel.

“How do I drink? You know, I slept in my room the other day. Liang was in the wrong room. We slept all night on the carpet. I’m sorry.

“Then you were together. I’m sorry.

“She did like me, and I promised her to try after that day. Then something happened at her house but didn’t tell me that Song Shuyang helped her. I’m sorry.

I’ve got my hair and my back.

“When they were together, Liang Shun became in love with Song Shuyang, and she tried to pay back the money she owed to Song Suk-yang and wanted to live with Song Shu-yang in an equal manner. Song Suk-yang misunderstood her coming back to me and breaking up with her Cold War. This is what Liang Xian told me today. I’m sorry.

No wonder Song Shuyang is so naive to laugh around her.

Still trying to pull me for ash.

I look like I’ve thrown all over the ground, and I have nothing to say.

“A dream makes you so sad that you care about me? I’m sorry.

It’s embarrassing that I’m standing up, “I’m still breaking up with you.” I’m sorry.

It’s a good thing, “Come on, what’s the reason?” I’m sorry.

“You don’t like me, you don’t let me touch it, and you don’t want to play with me every time…”

I’m done. He reached out and slowly unbuttoned a shirt button.

“You only fell in love with me because of my brother…”

He solved two more.

“Peach is right, old man is so unworthy, I’m going to find a little milk dog…”

His abdomen have been exposed.

At last I couldn’t resist. I took a step in my nose. I’m sorry.

“Your brother says you’re always hot for the guy you like. What if I get you too easy and you go to someone else without a new feeling? I’m sorry.

“No,” I rubbed his face, “I love you, and I want to live with you.” I’m sorry.

And the rebreath of the river fell down, and suddenly he held me up.

“If my brother finds out…”

“It’s a big deal he beats up.” Good boy. Give your novel readers some warmth. I’m sorry.

“…will be sealed. I’m sorry.

(concluded)

Record number YX11Aqvwreo

Wei’s 14 broken springs came home and I accidentally unlocked a superpower.

As long as I look at the handsomeness of the neighbor’s son, the tall, eight feet tall horse will appear in front of me.

Faced with the relatives of the house behind the door, they sank at me with the euphemism of their thongs. I’m sorry.

I’m so sad and excited.

When I get to this skill, I’ll have a man in my room every night.

And he was insolent, and he warned me of him with violence.

I’m frustrated. I can’t control this.

Then I found out that he liked girls and liked to use each other’s names as screens.

I’m completely dead. I haven’t seen that picture for a long time, and I even want to delete it.

Eeyore showed up before me again and asked, “Really, not at all? I’m sorry.

“Wish a boyfriend.”

One.

Here’s the thing.

In New Year’s, many relatives came to the house, and the children were loud and noisy, and I hid in my room to enjoy the next-door brother who had taken a video today.

It’s a straight nostril, it’s a narrow peach eye, it’s a wide shoulder, it’s a hip, and it’s a clavicle that’s coming out of a tiny, open neck, and it’s like watching me move.

No wonder my mother told me that I was a child of his own, and that I was in the arms of others. When I went to high school, I didn’t know if it was the first time, but I didn’t dare to come near him and hide from him.

As a result, we lost direct contact with the university.

God!

If you give me another chance, I’ll have to get close to the water tower first! I’ll get his first kiss!

The sound of a pyrotechnic biu burst out of the sky outside my window and gave out a greasy color.

I suddenly had a man in my room.

Is it so nice to have a good body and abs?

The two moles in the chest look delicious.

Shit. Where are his pants?

And I was terrified of the convulsive and confused eyes and jumped out of bed.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

I want to know what’s going on!

Make sure he didn’t come in from the living room or from the window. I said, “Oh, my God, did my wish come true?” I’m sorry.

“What wish?” Eiyan captures the point.

“I want you.” I’m sorry.

Eeyore: ?

“No, I want to be with you. I’m sorry.

Eeyore: … is this it?

I sincerely nod my head.

He was silent and seemed to be trying to digest reality.

“Why do you want to be with me?” I’m sorry.

I don’t mean to say that because you’re handsome. I’m sorry.

Easily eyeized for contempt.

I’m sorry. I just got right.

I should have said he was talented.

The door of the room was knocked down, and my mother was out shouting, “Your aunt and your aunt are waiting for you, so come out!” I’m sorry.

“I’ll get dressed and get out of here!” I’m sorry.

My mother went on to yell, “Stuff your hair, don’t be dreary. I’m sorry.

Yeah, I even sorted myself out and put my pants up.

“If they come in, how do you explain it?” I’m sorry.

I went through the box and I found a sports dress, and I gave it to him, “Why don’t you cover it up?” I’m sorry.

In the course of his dress-testing, I looked twice more quickly.

It’s really an aesthetic figure.

There may not be a chance to see it later.

Eeyore threw his shirt aside, but he barely put his pants on it, and he was dressed in a cheesy.

I’m a little sad. Is my waist as thick as his?

I feel he’s more relaxed than I am.

He said: “The shirt is not good, the shoulder is too tight, and your pants are broken.” I’m sorry.

“It’s pink.” I’m sorry.

“I’m a girl. “Why don’t I sneak in my dad’s room and get you one?” I’m sorry.

He took a deep breath and seemed to want to take his pants off, “That’s all. I’m sorry.

I told him to stay in his room and be quiet and, if necessary, to hide in the closet and then walk out as if nothing had happened.

Two.

When I opened the door, I was baptized and greeted by relatives.

I tried to keep my smile, and I was called to each other with my mother’s hints and guidance.

When I got a dress back from my parents’ room, it was 20 minutes later.

I picked him up a bag of sugar oranges.

I can’t believe that my father’s mid-age brown sweaters and panty pants kept a good-looking face.

I stripped the oranges and gave him a petal.

Eeyore’s head was covered, as if he had suddenly realized the obscurity of the position, the eyelids jumped and the face was sidelined.

And I was cuter, and he laughed: “I asked, and the relatives left later. When my parents fall asleep, you can sneak back and nobody will find out. I’m sorry.

He’s nodding his head. He’s barely looking good.

We said, “Then let’s take this time to talk.” I’m sorry.

“What about?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Eeyore sits in front of my computer and he doesn’t care about me.

Answer me. I’m sorry.

“What’s the password? I’m sorry.

Plum.

Eeyore is watching spring night, and I’m watching him, and I’m looking at him, and I’m ripping out the sweet oranges and putting them at his side.

“You don’t eat?” he asked.

I shake my head, “You’re sweeter than sugar orange.” I’m sorry.

“…” he stopped asking.

An hour later, after eating a whole plate of sugar orange frowning frown, I was asked, “Did your relatives leave?” I’m going to the bathroom. I’m sorry.

“Wait a minute. I opened the door and looked out, and I apologized for turning around, and I said, “Let’s go, and the rest play mahjong in the living room. I’m sorry.

Eeyore:

I took half of the coke on the table, and I said, “No… you’ll just do it, I won’t look.” I’m sorry.

Eeyore stares at me, I can’t look straight at you.

He looked at the Coke bottle and he grinded his teeth and said, “You’ll let me use this?” I’m sorry.

I thought, “Is the bottle too small?” I’m sorry.

I’m a little ashamed to put the bottle down.

“I’ll go out and say hello to my aunt and uncle.” I’m sorry.

“But how do you explain that you came to my room in the middle of the night? And I tried to persuade him to put an end to it: “And there are so many relatives out there who will surely guess. I’m sorry.

“How can you explain that we’re in love? I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“Really. It’s easy to say, “When you’re asked after the festival, it’s good to split.” I’m sorry.

What’s wrong with him?

“But my parents and my parents knew each other so well that if you were found in my room so late… you’d be responsible for me. * I’m so sorry.

“What responsibility?” I’m sorry.

“They won’t believe us. We’re watching spring night. I mean, it’s more than 12 o’clock on the computer, “and Uncle Yee is the director, and he’s usually a big fan of retrofitting.”

“Turn around.” I’m sorry.

Ha ha ha.

I turned straight.

Cover your ears. I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

“…don’t talk. I’m sorry.

“Shall I change your pulse? I’m sorry.

“… shut up. I’m sorry.

When I turned around, I found Eeyore had hidden a Coke bottle.

He probably hasn’t wanted a Coke for most of the year.

I am pleased and troubled.

Is he really going to like me after all this shame?

Eijun played with my computer, and I was lying on my bed watching his side of the face, and with the sound of a mahjong outside the door, I had a crush on my eyelid.

“It’s late, they don’t know when. * I hit the side of the bed with a yawn * I’m sorry.

“I can do bad things when I sleep together.” I’m sorry.

I’m shy: Do you want to turn off the lights? I’m sorry.

Eeyore closed his smile and turned his face back.

Looks a little depressed.

I’m dying of laughing.

I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found Eeyore sitting in front of the computer, even in his position.

What’s he looking at so seriously?

I got nervous and climbed out of bed to make sure that he was just taking his heart off for a real TV show.

“I’m chasing the play too. I’m sorry.

Easily looked at me, as if he wanted to stop.

I got a little weird out of that look.

He’s not gonna look at my collection, is he?

Good thing he was just calm and said, “Wake up? I’m sorry.

I don’t mean to nod.

“Your mom just knocked and asked if you wanted noodles. I’m sorry.

I was surprised, “What do you say?” I’m sorry.

“What can I say? I didn’t say anything. I’m sorry.

“She didn’t push in, did she?”

“None. I’m sorry.

“That’s good. She must have thought I was asleep.

“There’s nothing going on outside, see if they’re gone.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. “I opened the door and found a head.

“Was it gone?”

“Hmm. I can’t hide it.

Eeyoon is laughing at my face.

Anyway, it’s not a laugh.

Take him to the door, and I whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you what happened tonight. I’m sorry.

His face was dark and cold: “Don’t make a wish later. I’m sorry.

I nodded my head and looked at him, “Can I see you again tomorrow?” I’m sorry.

He said, “Tomorrow, I’m going to my uncle’s house. I’m sorry.

“I’ll go too!”

He looked at me.

Well, what am I going for?

“Where did you put the Coke bottle? I’m sorry.

Eeyore’s head’s gone.

3

When I woke up at noon the next day, I tried to make sure that what happened last night was true. It’s not my dream.

I sent it to him.

I sent it again, and he said two words: take the medicine.

It’s really cold.

I have to get him.

After dinner, he wandered around with my mother in the neighborhood, and accidentally met a girl who was walking a dog, two of whom were card pals, who were very familiar, and the subject was brought to me.

My mother said, “The girl was cute when she followed you, remember when I went out with her father and sent her to your house. She was taking care of her for a few days, wearing a skirt and a curd every day and feeding her. I’m sorry.

“Yeah. Aunt smiled and said, “I sneaked the circle back to the back and the little girl had to hide in the room without dinner. I’m just saying that if round grows up to be his daughter-in-law, she won’t have to go home and ask him if he’s blushing. I’m sorry.

“Alas, two kids used to be so nice, so they got so distant. I’m sorry.

I’m not listening.

And this?

I have to ask Eeyore.

Back home, I’m crouching in the toilet.

What the hell happened that night? Is that what my wish is?

I hold my hands together and pray with all my heart.

Buddha, make me your boyfriend.

Okay.

Very stupid.

And I’ve got a picture of that euphemism in a cheap place, and I’ve seen it more and more.

Why do you call it a low hand?

Because after the blink of an eye, I was there myself.

He saw me on the toilet with a heavy face and a face to blame.

Not after two seconds. It’s red again.

We were staring at each other.

“Aah!” I screamed and pulled my shirt off.

“I saw nothing. I’m sorry.

I don’t believe you. Close your eyes! I’m sorry.

He blocked his eyes with his hand: “Stop screaming. What about your parents? I’m sorry.

Shit, yeah.

“What are you yelling in there?” I’m sorry.

“I lost the game. I’m sorry.

“That’s a big guy who knows how to play games every day…” My mom ran away with her.

I put my pants on and I flushed the water with embarrassment.

Good thing I just peed.

Yee-jin opened his eyes and watched me very poorly.

“Shu Xiao circle. When he called me by my name, I thought he wanted to hit me, “What the hell are you doing? I’m sorry.

I’m holding on to my phone, pretending, “I don’t know. I’m sorry.

A joke. If he knew it was because of that picture, he would have let me delete it.

“You made another wish? “It’s easy to hate.

I shake my head and nod again, “I’m… dying to see you.” I’m sorry.

That’s the truth.

It’s easy to breathe.

Yeah, well, how could his scientific brain understand that?

“How long will your parents stay in the living room? He calmed down and asked.

“At 10:00, usually. I’m sorry.

“We’ve been in the bathroom all this time? “What if they use it? I’m sorry.

I bend down and pour water in the tub: “It’s okay, just say I’m taking a bath.” I’m sorry.

“Let’s do it together.” I’m sorry.

And I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

He shuts his mouth and ignores me.

By the way, did you help me with my clothes? I’m sorry.

“You were five, and I was seven. I’m sorry.

“You remember. I’m surprised.

“My mom went back and told me. I’m sorry.

“Ah, I’m so young you’re blind. I blinked and said, “It’s hard not to be your girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Yeah, we slept in one bed in the morning. I’m sorry.

I’m shy: “Hmm. I’m sorry.

“You wet the bed twice, woke up crying and asked me to change your clothes, and ran to tell my parents that I pissed the bed. I’m sorry.

“…”

No wonder he hates me so much.

And I raised my head with a sense of frustration: “I’ll go and get my parents to sleep, and you sneak back in.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me, “Okay. I’m sorry.

Put Mom and Dad back in the room and I coughed twice and Eeyore was instructed to come out of the bathroom.

He looked me in the eye and opened the door and walked out.

Ten minutes later, it was estimated that he was home, and I was hiding in the shelter, and I gave him a voice: “Well, it seems that we were tied up.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“I found out that as soon as I wanted to see you, you would appear. I’m sorry.

“When and wherever?”

“Hmm-hmm. I’m sorry.

And I heard him breathing in that head, and had he not been raised, I felt he was going to swear.

And he grinded his teeth: “What then? Do not think of me.”

“How can this be controlled? I’m sorry.

Eeyore laughter.

Well, it’s hard for us not to get married.

And soon after, I realized it was too much.

Eeyore he has like girls.

4

The next day, I enthusiastically extended an invitation to Yijun: “There seems to be a great title in a movie, let’s go see it.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t like to watch movies. I’m sorry.

There are people in the world who don’t like to watch movies?

I said, “Then look at me.” I’m sorry.

Eeyore was shocked again by my thick face.

“Well, we’ll be out in a few days, and we won’t have much time to see each other. I’m sorry.

“Are you sure?” I’m sorry.

I can’t help but feel like I’m here.

But on the surface, it’s like, “I’ll miss you if I don’t see you.” Especially before bedtime, after dinner and in the shower…”

Eeyoon didn’t speak at that end, and I could feel his speechless on the trigger.

I think I said something.

He seems to have accepted the reality.

In any case, it’s the first date with Yoyo and I must be careful.

So, I think it’s because every time I see you, I’m a pyjamas slipper, and I’ve spent 10 years in black eyes, not seeing me beautiful after makeup.

So this afternoon I put on a coat with boots, and I carried a box of trunks and showed up in the underground parking lot in a young and beautiful gesture.

Eeyore came on time, wearing a large red sweater in his flavour, which was particularly white.

He must have been forced to wear it by his mother.

I complimented him, “You look in red.” I’m sorry.

Can he not say: “Are you this?” I’m sorry.

“My mom says auntie likes to eat rickets. Take them home later. So auntie knew he was going out with me.

I’m so smart.

Easily looked at me.

He took the box from me, and he put it in his hand: “You’re not too strong. I’m sorry.

“No, my arm hurts.” I’m sorry.

Eeyore bends over and puts it in the trunk and seems to laugh.

In the cinema, 10 minutes from the start, I pulled Eeyore to catch the doll machine, and suddenly there was a surprise woman on the back: I’m sorry.

He turned his head and I followed it. It was a pretty girl.

She was standing next to a boy holding a barrel of popcorn.

Little couple?

I’m relaxed.

“Do you come to see the sniper too? “The girl smiled and looked at me with a little hesitation, and she was…”

I’d like to answer, think or shut up.

He said, “Sweet circle.” I’m sorry.

The name is better than his sister.

“Hello, my name is Suh Sakura.” She introduced herself to me and said to the boys next door, “My classmate, let’s watch.” I’m sorry.

Who wants to watch with her?

But Eeyoshi didn’t refuse, and I couldn’t say anything.

It’s magical. We got two pairs of seats together.

Then when Ee-jun sat down, Seo-suk said to him, “I will change with you.” I’m sorry.

So she sits next to Eeyore.

Good. I knew I was on the right.

It’s a little chilly, and I can’t see what’s in the movie.

I heard Suh-sak wrinkled her head and Ei-sik explaining that the boy was her neighbour, and that she was not the one in a town.

I don’t know if I don’t believe you, but I don’t believe you.

I held the rabbit he grabbed from the doll machine and snuck into his face.

I found him with a smile in his mouth and a chill.

Did you know Seo-suk didn’t have a boyfriend? He was so happy?

When it was over, Seo-suk offered to join us for a hot pot, and I was in no mood.

Back in the car, under the cold and heat, I sneeze.

“You have a cold? I don’t know.

I’m not talking.

He parked outside a pharmacy and bought me some cold medicine.

And a box of hot oats of milk, and he gave it to me: “Drink it before it’s too bad.” I’m sorry.

Frankly, I’m touched.

“I don’t like oatmeal milk. I’m sorry.

“The supermarket cashier says this is the only hot one. I’m sorry.

Ooh.

I’ll drink.

It’s warm in the stomach, but when I think about the smile in the cinema, the chest is still depressed.

There was a phone call, a soft look and attitude.

I said, “Who is it? I’m sorry.

“Suh Sakura said she was home and asked if we were there. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, but I’m in deep shit.

I’d like to say a few words, why don’t you just take her home.

But what do I stand for?

When I got home, I slept in the middle of the night under my head, and I could be affected by the mood, even though I’d taken my medication, the cold had increased.

I’m in the middle of a mess, and I’m going to light an easy picture.

Whether to delete it or not.

It’s just that the work of God, and I’m here.

And still in my bed.

So he’s used to sleeping in four-pants?

I’m sorry.

The article’s on line. You can click on the bottom column.

Ten pairs of love and love, I’m caught up in a beautiful man.

However, even if he’s beautiful and beautiful, I can’t!

Because I’m an empty nun or a demon catcher!

It’s over.

One.

“Don’t be a man and don’t bother me! “I’ll grab his hand and push him away.”

Call me Secretary. “He choked my face and forced me to look at him.

I don’t know how many women he’s taken to make this look, but just looking at it makes me nervous.

He’s already pretty and he’s wearing red.

Amitabha.

“Sir, I’m family. I won’t take you. Let you live. *And I bowed my neck behind my head, avoiding his cold fingers *

Why? I just left the temple to cast off the demons, and I ran into a thousand ghosts!

Master! Help me! I can’t do this! My little girl!

“Don’t let me go.” I’m sorry.

He’s too vague. Which one is he?

Suddenly, there was a cold in the neck, and this gruesome man pulled my collar and… and took me lightly.

“You fucking bitch! “I grabbed his wrist with anger and cried out.

He took his hand back and apologized to me for “I’m sorry I just…”

I wiped my face with my sleeve, and pushed him away, and he stood up: “Don’t apologize to me, the mountains are long, and there will be no more.” I’m sorry.

I can’t beat you, can I?

Whoever knew that I had not stepped out of the gate of the Garang Temple was sucked back by a force of force, and the whole man was held in his arms against the chest of his office.

He kept his head down and threatened me softly: “Don’t go.” I’m sorry.

“Good… don’t go. I’m guessing he’s been here long, long since he’s taken the sun.

It’s okay, be merciful, I can bear it.

The officer held me where the trunk stood, saw me in a state of instability and pulled my leg and I grabbed his waist.

I don’t understand. There’s something I can’t talk about!

It has to be…

If it wasn’t for the big night, I’d have yelled “rogue”!

“Are you hungry? “I’m looking straight at you.”

And I secretly read the little yellow books before I went down the mountain, so he asked me if I was hungry, and I would not admit it, even if I had an empty stomach, lest he feed me something else.

“Not hungry!” At the same time, my tummy screamed unchallenged.

“Do you know that I can read my heart?” I’m sorry.

Is this ghost a little foul?

Don’t! Don’t feed me ” And before I finished my struggle, the Secretary reached out and covered my lips.

His face stinks and his forehead is frowning and he clearly wants to yell at me: “Wait a little while.” I’m sorry.

After that, he drew me twice and disappeared.

As soon as he left, he jumped out of the trunk without hesitation and ran and found his feet locked in the trunk.

So, I kept the dog-eating position and gnawed on my feet until the official came back.

He was carrying a bag of fruit, leaning his arms at the temple door, and he looked at me and he said, “You want to run?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t have a little laugh in his tone. I felt killing.

He didn’t love me at first sight. He loved me so much.

Pure is, there’s no one else, so I’m stuck here for a living.

“Let’s think about it. Here, you’re not going to run? * My neck is twisted, I can’t move, I can only talk to him. *

“No, I grew up like this, obviously I lost. “As a matter of truth, the official praises himself, and gives him the full quality of shame.

He came along slowly, crouched at me, and took me up.

“When I’m done sleeping, I’ll be on my way in the morning.” I’m sorry.

No, on the road?

In the west?

Even if I ate and cried, even if he could read his mind, he wouldn’t tell me when he wanted me dead.

It’s just that it’s very nice to lean on one side and close its eyes and don’t know what to think.

There was a white fish in the sky, and the crows of the Garang Temple were crying tirelessly.

I’ve been staring at you since last night, waiting for death.

He swerved his neck, loosed his bones, came to me and looked down at me: “I didn’t sleep all night. I’m sorry.

I’m dying anyway, and I’m thinking of a man who doesn’t care about his family.

It’s just that this man put his face like a jade in front of me: “Let’s get out of here. I’m sorry.

“Aah? Where to?”

“The Capitol– Mirror string, demon, you catch. I’m sorry.

“I can’t even take it away from you. How can I take it away?” I’m sorry.

Master always said that I was a rare genius in a thousand years, but I was born with this charisma in front of me.

“You have me. “The Secretary extended his hand to carry me, and he was quiet, calm and defiled.

I don’t know where I’m going.

He wants me to go to the capital to catch demons.

Life is just like that.

Two.

The Secretary has turned out a black and jade umbrella and walked around me in love.

Men and women in small towns look back at him.

I even heard them whispering.

Say I’m so lucky.

You want some?

“Why can’t you hide a ghost? * He’s too hot, I can’t help but advise *

“I see a piece of jade on your chest, why don’t I hide here?” I’m sorry.

“You look so good. It’s time to get out of the sun. * I’m going to take a couple of steps and pull the distance *

From town to town, it’s just dark.

I’d like to take him to the eastern temple for one night, but he’s not happy.

“Why don’t you stay at the store?”

“I don’t have any money. I’m family. I’m poor. I’m sorry.

“I have money. I’m sorry.

“Brother, you’re a penthouse, you’re useless. I’m sorry.

The Secretary was very repulsive of me to look down on me and to take out a piece of paper in my face.

Oh, I opened my fucking eyes.

I don’t know Tarzan.

And when I came down to pick up the silver ticket, I suggested to him that he should not be far away, saying, “You may spend so much money there, after all these days you have not taken the sun, and I fear that you will not be able to walk in the mirror.” I’m sorry.

“It is good to have you.” I’m sorry.

I swallowed a sip deep enough to be afraid to add fuel to the fire.

Into the inn, the secretary put out the umbrella.

The lobby is full of eyes.

“Is it an objective hit or a house? “Standing in front of the Secretary-General, I completely forgot I was alive.

“House, with her, one.” The officer pointed his finger at me, completely ignoring my opinion.

“One…one? “Simple 2 and I are both shaking and asking questions.”

He probably thinks I’m an ugly nun who’s given up this perfect cabbage.

“Well, what if you run away? “It’s hard to see how vague it is.

Looks like I’m the asshole with his pants on.

We had a room with the shop, the chief went in first, and I was held in my sleeve.

“Master, I want to pay for this! I’ve been reading a lot of books.

And wait for me to make a mistake, and the Council will turn back with a smile: “My money is all for her, and she is not poor, nor will she teach.” I’m sorry.

And then he dragged me in and fell on the door.

The black air on his body began to appear again, and the charred eyes and tails became red.

I want to cry, “Big brother, will you be sick every night?” I’m sorry.

“I’m just you. “Stand down in my ear, so I could suck my soul away.

He pulled my belt with his hand, and I grabbed a yellow charm from my chest and put it on his back.

With a little help, the Secretary can’t move.

“Leave me alone, be good and let you suffer less.” “The minister moved his lips with little emotion.

Wait for me! Don’t get mad! I went to the window and jumped out.

The green house is a few steps away from the inn. I’ll give him some more!

Mom stopped me when she ran into the green building.

“Yo, what a little nun! It’s pretty, but I don’t collect family, much less men. “Mom is pulling my collar and dragging me out.

I took a silver ticket out of my neck and put it in my mother’s hand: “I want a woman, and you call me seven or eight.” I’m sorry.

And when I brought these seven or eight fertilized beauties to my office, he was free of yellow bells and lazily leaned on his couch.

And those who are not pleased, and who see themselves in the service of them, they are the same color, and they are all before me.

I’m sure you’ll be able to do your best.

He only smiled softly, and his long, long fingers strangled, so I reached him uncontrollably.

“How dare you, little nun. I’m sorry.

“I… did it for your own good. I’m sorry.

As soon as the official dumped his hand, the door was closed and the women out there shouted “ghosts”.

He’s angry.

I’m upset too.

I can’t beat him. He forced him to go to the mirror and catch the demon, and he forced him to keep the bed warm, and we do not provide this service.

The secretary is a very sensitive ghost who knows that I’m getting impatient and slowly controlling my emotions.

“I, only to you. When you say that, your ears are a little red, and you’re gonna get killed. I’m sorry.

“Why are you doing this? I’m sorry.

“Toxic. I’m sorry.

“The ghost is poisoned?”

“I’m not a ghost. I’m sorry.

What?

He’s obviously a ghost. He’s questioning my professionalism!

I looked in my eyes, and I picked out the eyebrows, and I said, “You will know later.” I’m sorry.

That’s why I found your body, and I’m sure I’ll overdo you.

He was a ghost, and he didn’t sleep, and the bed left me, and he fell in front of the window, and he was in trouble.

The moonlight was coated with silver.

I turned around and said, “Why are you doing this to me?” I’m sorry.

“You are born in the lowest place, and in the lowest time, and a virgin, without any light, and I am demented and easily seduced by you. “It’s not like you’re hitting me with your chin.

Obviously he seduced me.

I turned over and stopped looking at him, and I didn’t see the beauty in my dream, and something bad was happening, and I read to him, and I couldn’t really get into the Yellow River.

3

The Secretary sent me to the east of the city to pack a carriage, hire a horseman and add a few more things.

I can’t help but look at this luxurious interior.

He must have been rich.

With a wagon on the way, we’re getting a lot faster.

It’s just that when I get to a small mountain village dozens of miles away from the mirror, I taste unusual.

He also looked up at me and said, “He is stopping me. I’m sorry.

“Is that the demon? *And I kept my voice down * I’m sorry.

“He doesn’t know I’m coming, but he’ll guard me. He took me off the wagon with my collar.

We walked into this stinking mountain village.

As soon as we entered the village, there was a dry pond, full of horse-white bones, an old dead tree by the pond, with rotting broken limbs on the branch.

After all, for the first time I came down the mountain, and for the first time I saw this scene, I threw up with my arms.

“Have some water, all right?” I’m sorry.

I drank a few sips and shook my head.

“It’s a line. We’re gonna break our eyes to get out.

“And, in this line, it does not affect the living, but the longer you wait, the faster you spread out.” I’m sorry.

To be honest, the more I get along these days, the more I feel like this ghost.

He took care of me, even strangers.

There was an old woman who fell on the road, and he would lift up his hand, and there was a hungry child, and he would buy something that would make me feed the child.

Too much. He seems a little bit eccentric, but in addition to often flirting with me at night, he is a good ghost.

“Well, I know. I’m sorry.

No. Do you need water for a ghost?

And We looked upon the bellows on his jaw, and turned aside in vain.

Amitabha, the colour is empty and the colour is empty.

The minister reached out with his hand and rubbed the beads on his chin, laughing, “The face is red. I’m sorry.

“Hot…hot.” I’m sorry.

“Oh? Want to get undressed? “The voice of the Secretary-General has grown a little, and it seems strange, but he did not stay to see what I was doing, but instead pulled my wrist in.

It’s like playing with me just to relax my attention, not so scared.

What a warm ghost.

The more bloody it gets, the more it gets, the more it gets.

I consciously bend over and hide, and the Secretary is on the side.

They crawled out of the ground.

Their skins are green and their faces are covered with purple and black cracks, with only white eyes left in their eyes.

After all, it’s a nun. I don’t know how to curse. I’m surprised by my saliva.

The minister threw a sword at me, and I consciously picked it up, shaking and telling him, “Come out, come out, come out, come out with no family to kill.” I’m sorry.

“If you don’t cut them, they’ll bite you. I’m a ghost. “The Secretary flew on a branch, apparently going to watch.

I take back what he said before.

You’re a murderer!

He wasn’t so heartless when he got sick at night hugging me.

But I didn’t have the means to fight him, and the living ones came at me. I didn’t draw the sword, but I fought them back.

But he who was on the branch had a laziness in his legs, saying, “They are not human.”

“If you kill a demon, you kill a demon.

“The heart is soft, it’s hard. I’m sorry.

It’s annoying!

An undetected, nine-foot-high, dead man comes straight at me.

It’s over.

And when he jumped down on a branch, he held me by the back, and turned to the side, but it was still a bit slow, and I heard the sound of the coat cracking and the sound of the skin peeling.

He’s white. It’s white. He’s weak like a paper.

Ghosts… hurt?

I thought so.

“If you really love me, kill him. “The words of the Secretary-General, who was holding me away from the attack of the dead, were incoherent and inexplicable.

The color, the sex.

I pulled out my sword, and I opened a bloody road, and I fled into the peach forest in the area, and the living dead seemed to have stopped outside for some reason.

He sits under a peach tree, with his eyelids and his hands on the ground, and he looks like he’s been bullied.

I stomped beside him and shook his shoulder: “Are you all right? I’m sorry.

It’s my professional theory that you’re supposed to be a thousand-year-old ghost, or you’re not going to eat me to death.

And he lifted his eyes, and beholded my doubt, and said, “I cannot touch anything in it that he set for me.” I’m sorry.

What a monster.

“Then you save me. “I whispered.

The officer turned away and didn’t look at me: “Sir, you’re a fool. I’m sorry.

I’m so stupid.

I haven’t been clear to him yet, and I’ve been sucked into the centre by a powerful suction.

And I fell on the ground with a hard-on, but I couldn’t bear the pain because I was shocked by what was before me.

The giant circle tower stands in the middle, with 99 babies hanging on the edge, with a hemorrhage above the baby, and a deep bloodbath beneath it, which appears to have been burned and blistering.

And they’ve been entangled in the red line, and they’re dead on the left and left.

And before I could look back from the shock, I heard the sound of the Secretary-General’s humming, and I quickly turned back and found the red wire hanging around him like a live stretching out of his head, so that the tighter it was, the more his beautiful face was torn apart.

Blood spreads and the red line is still deep, as if he was to be crushed.

Sir! * And I cried and ran and tried to break the red line *

But he’s a good ghost anyway.

“The child.” I’m sorry.

The platform is clear.

I’m on my feet and my sword’s hand is no longer strong.

If the red line is cut off, the 99 babies will be cut to death by a guillotine, or fall into a hot bloodbath and become nutrients.

Red wire didn’t give me time to think, so I even saw the white bones of the Secretary.

Tears came unwittingly.

They can neither see him disappear nor abandon the sleeping babies.

Preach the Buddha, and We are living in Punctuation, but I cannot escape a ghost.

And I went down on my knees before him, and I shivered and held his hand, and my voice cried: “Are you not a great ghost?” He will bully me, and there will be nothing. I’m sorry.

“Don’t stare at me. I’m sorry.

His voice is weak, but he’s still very dignified.

“Not ugly. *And We comforted him with a whisper, and the tears passed out, and he almost became blood before my eyes, and was worthy of his red.

“Come on, I’ll teach you how to draw. “The Secretary slightly lifted his finger and suggested that I touch his temple.

I’ve been busy carrying my hand.

A clear line of action appeared before my eyes.

This can protect the children, so that they can get out of the red line for a short time, so that I can save them all.

“What about you? I’m sorry.

“I’m fine, believe me?” He tried so hard to open his eyes red with blood.

This is the fall of the threat.

I can’t stand my mother-in-law.

I bit the tip of my tongue, spit out the blood and start drawing at a very fast pace.

If the master had seen it, he would have been very impressed if I had spent three days fishing and two days in the sun.

So when people have what they want to protect, their potential is infinite.

It’s done, and the golden light slowly covers the babies.

I didn’t dare to look at him, I couldn’t help but cry with my legs.

Toes to the ground, lift up and cut off a red line, twisting the waist to an incredible radians to avoid the guillotine. Take the child and put it in a safe place and repeat it again and again.

I’m tired, I’m sore, I’m sweating, I can’t stop.

When I saved the last child, I fell on my knees.

But you lie not far away from me and you don’t know.

He struggled to raise his body with a sword, bit his teeth in front of him, swinging his sword and cutting off these bloody red lines.

But he didn’t react.

I can’t even touch him. You said you’d be fine! I’m sorry.

Tears drop.

“Let me rest, little nun. Don’t cry. His thin lips were moving, and he made a dumb sound, and then he disappeared empty.

The great shock and panic came and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a clean, simplistic hut with a dirty, worn-out robe that was also replaced with a blue-covered coarse dress.

When I tried to get up, a girl from the water spirit came in with a bowl of chicken soup. I’m sorry.

“Thank you for your help.

“The Master saw a man in red and suffered a heavy wound. I’m sorry.

The beautiful girl shook her head: “This is the village of peaches, and when I came back with the master I saw no one else.” I’m sorry.

I remember when they dragged him into the village, he glided at the tablet, which said “Peachflower Village”.

Seeing the girl hand me the chicken soup, even if it’s empty in her stomach, I shake my head and say no: “Thank God for his kindness, for giving up his family, and not eating her. I’m sorry.

They rise up and walk out, with open land outside the huts, and the houses are flat, and they belong to the good fields, Miyuki and Sang-hook.

It’s as if it’s the real world, without seeing the horrors of the dead.

I had doubts, and the Minister was gone, and I said hi to the girl and I left the village.

I couldn’t take it anymore, but I had to go inside and wait for the Minister.

Without a carriage, dozens of miles of road, and reaching the capital at night, I was already starving, but I had no money, so I had to spend the night at the temple on the outskirts of the city.

Without the robes now, the out-of-the-house fasting is also believed to be a sham.

I walked down the luxurious streets of the capital, thinking of the unsuspecting minister of life and death.

I went to the streets and saw the water leaking in front of the signs, thinking that there might be some kind of heavy reward, and I came in for my stomach.

Daeyang Master is a student.

That’s what I sum up.

I’m sorry, Master. Don’t be a wuss. Don’t be stupid.

One night at the corner, I was so hungry, I arrived at the so-called national school.

I didn’t think it was crowded out.

Wait, wait.

And the heavy black fragrance door was opened, and the guards looked at those who came to worship.

Looks are inadequate and all are denied.

Isn’t he some kind of old pervert? It’s all young and beautiful girls.

I swallowed saliva and was pushed in by the guards.

The courtyard was surrounded by about 100 men.

The dawn was slowly spilling, the surroundings warmed up, and the Master finally appeared on the high stage.

As soon as he struck his white coat, he was long and tall, with a clear look and indifference, he was afraid to desecrate.

It’s a beautiful face.

Of course, it’s the hot one.

4

Secretary? *I’m a little excited, and I’m pretty sure he’s okay *

It’s just that when the sound fell, the guard on the side hit me in the leg with a blade, forcing me to kneel on my one leg and then crushing on my shoulder: “Bold, dare to call the Master!” I’m sorry.

The dynasty was very disciplined, and my master ordered a bunch of orders, almost all about the dynasty.

The pleasure of seeing the Secretary-General led me briefly to forget these advices.

He looked at him with his eyes, and his eyes were cold, and there was no one else’s emotion, but the words of his own accord and affection were heard: “Let her rise up.” I’m sorry.

Buddha’s snake heart.

It’s not like that soft-mouthed ghost.

I’ve spent more than a decade of my wisdom and thought of a terrible outcome.

Will he be the demon of the council?

He took over the body of the Secretary of State, dressed in good skin, and defiled the living.

With that possibility in mind, I was sweating behind my back, but also more determined to be his apprentice.

It might have been for the food, but now it’s for morality, and it’s for the gibberish.

The ceremony was a match, a painting and a spell.

That is why it is I who, as the last of the world, has won.

I sat on top of him waiting for me to make tea, and when I passed the cup, I opened the golden pupil with a special spell, but I didn’t see a single thing on him about the venom.

His soul is perfect for this body.

It’s obvious to me.

I’m a little out of my mind.

It’s really official.

Why is it so different?

He took a sip of tea and put it down. I’m sorry.

His voice is soft and his tone is flat, but the words of this play are like the words of the ghost of the pixie.

I was surprised to look up, but I hit my head with those beautiful, cold eyes.

Okay, no.

The white cuffs were softly in front of me, and I was brought with me.

“Come with us. “It’s not stopping.

And so I followed, until there appeared before me a four-storey temple.

“Three rows of books on the seventh shelf, half a month after reading, will not ask the seat. Secretary, head upstairs, no matter how many books.

I’m hungry.

I wrinkled my nose: “Teacher, I haven’t eaten for two days. I’m sorry.

He stayed on the stairs, looked down at me and revealed his doubts.

I don’t know why I haven’t eaten in two days.

And I wonder why I did not listen and read, but asked him.

At the end of the day, the Minister’s hand knocked softly on the stairwell’s hand: “Go out and speak to the outside waiters.” I’m sorry.

When you’re done with it, you’re on the floor.

I ran out to order the waiter, stressing specifically not to send food.

I’ve looked through the bookshelves that the Secretary said, and I’ve read a lot of books in the mountains. Most of them I’ve read in here, or I can’t sleep enough for six months.

That’s not very nice.

By the way, that little hand-knocking thing is the habit of the gibberish.

I’ll turn up my books on the bookshelf.

It feels like it’s only for a moment, forgets the time, and when it’s back up, it’s dark out there, and the lanterns have been put on the lanterns for some time.

It’s very obscure, I can’t see very fast, and it’s really difficult.

After a while, take the book upstairs to find the minister.

At least he’s my master’s name now.

I’ve been looking for him for half a day.

There’s no books on the top floor, two rows of shelf, full of all kinds of things.

There’s a lot of it I’ve read in The Seen.

The Minister kneeled in front of the long case and read the book with a candle.

I cannot describe the shock of this moment in words, but the heart is beating so fast that his eyes are so tightly tied that he can’t split it.

And yet he had taken away the work of heaven, and he even breathed in order to deceive.

So he kept his heart to himself, and came to him, kneeling down, and delivered his book to him: “Teacher, this is a symbol I do not understand. I’m sorry.

It was only by stingingly raising your eyes from the book, by a glance, by the hand of a long man, that I touched his temple.

Same move.

It’s just that he almost got away with it.

It makes my eyes a little sour.

“What are you waiting for? “The officer held my wrist and put my finger on his temple.

The trajectories are in front of me.

I’ve been waiting for half a day for my head, “It’s not ready yet. I’m sorry.

This brings my thoughts back from the village of peaches.

My face closed in red: “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.

“Why are you blushing? “The Secretary put his hand in my face.

Thinking of him flirting with me in the first place, he’d have to get even lower.

I was forced to look at him.

I see now that he has no emotions in his eyes, only shallow curiosity, which he really doesn’t understand.

“What do you think? “The closer his face, the more his face is, the more his face comes.

I turned my face off a little bit, but my head came up with a fact like a sudden wire.

The Secretary-General before him, although the body and face of the young man, seemed to be a young man with an indistinguishable mind.

Ignoring the emotional demands of the human being and all that is secular, it seems even more ruthless.

When I figured that out, I was in the mood, and I was under no pressure.

All of a sudden, I’m a student in name, but I’m actually going to teach him.

It’s popularly called, baby.

And he leaned back a little, and We whispered: “Son, the unreliable is so close.” I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

“A man and a woman are not allowed to marry. I’m sorry.

“You’re here, not one of us. When the Minister said that, he moved away and sat back and read.

You can’t tell me, but you’re smart.

It was with satisfaction that I left the loft and was brought to my house by a waiter waiting at the door.

The country’s faculty, though elegant, is luxurious everywhere.

I went to sleep in a soft, comfortable bed after the bath.

I read the book day after day in the loft.

I’m glad to hear that you have to talk about it many times every day and that his lack of emotion is reflected in the fact that I’m in no trouble.

I’d be a fool if I was the one.

It’s really too obscure, not me.

But I don’t know anything.

The Secretary-General drilled every day, day and night, and I feared that he would collapse, often reminding him to eat, sleep and make him tea and massage.

“Why do you take care of this seat? “It seems to me that I am in a state of unsureness when I make a cup of tea.”

“It’s all the work of the students. I’m sorry.

When the Secretary heard a nod, he was under my care.

It’s just that you’ve been acting strange lately.

He’s always touching my head from time to time, or he’s naturally rubbing my waist, and there’s a tendency to move on to that ghost.

Master… Master, why are you hugging? * I look at this jade hand in my waist and it’s a little shaking *

There was no desire in the eyes of the Secretary-General to be cold and cold when it was poisoned: “This is what the book says about the students. I’m sorry.

Huh?

“What book? I’m sorry.

The Secretary released a hand, flipping one out of the piles of books on the case, and it says, “Speaker, light pain.”

Aah!

Help!

I want to read countless books, of course, without distinction, which is clearly one of the reasons I love to read a little yellow book, which is, naturally, too yellow.

Master, don’t read this book! It’s bad! It’s bad! I’m sorry.

“Oh, how do you know? “I can’t believe I can’t smell it in my neck.”

“I’ve read it, it’s no good. I’ll find a new one. “I’ve been pushing the Secretary of State around my neck.

Fortunately, he didn’t see much, and he didn’t know what the Master was going to do about the next step.

The Secretary naturally let me loose and threw the book into the pile of junk in the back: “This seat has just turned over two pages, and it’s really boring.” I’m sorry.

No fun, no fun.

“Go to the palace and get us some herbal medicine. “The Secretary-General began to turn his head down and draw a picture of what he was saying to me in silence.

I’ve got to get out of here. I think he’s trying to keep me away.

You’re not going to go to the dump and read.

A man with such a bright moon, no, no.

5

I rushed to the palace, and without hindrance, with a token of authority, met a beautiful maiden in court.

Stop! “The young girl yelled at me, and she spoke out loud.

I stopped.

“Seeing the palace is not polite? I’m sorry.

“Don’t know who you are?”

“Huh, the palace is Princess Changping! I’m sorry.

I bowed my head and bowed my arms and bowed my arms. I’m sorry.

But the princess didn’t just want me to salute her.

Wait a minute.

I had to bend all the time.

Suddenly I was kicked in the knee, and I tried to resist. But the princess said, “Put her down and kneel!”

“Where did I offend the princess?” I’m a six-man student.

“That’s what you’re doing. You’re a national student? “The princess strangled me in the face, slapped me hard, and the hate in her eyes couldn’t hide.

Dude, it was the Secretary’s debt.

I’m afraid to make her angry.

Even more so, she’s a princess. She’s not at all a grader. I don’t want to touch her.

But the princess wasn’t really a good character, and I didn’t say anything, and I was like, “You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know,

It’s a good saying: it can’t be repeated again.

I feel like if she’s gonna slap me again, I can’t help it. Nobody knows where I come from, and I’m not afraid to get into trouble with my ex-sensei.

And when I was so obstinate, there was a sudden silence.

The princess in front of her suddenly stomped like she saw someone who scared her.

The collar was picked up and I was dragged behind him.

“The people of this room dare to move, too. “The Minister’s voice is colder than the plains, even with evil spirit and murder.

When he spoke, he kicked her in the chest and scared me to grab his sleeve.

He doesn’t want to be a nationalist anymore?

I began to feel sorry for him, thinking of all the luxurious things in the country’s faculty.

“Feared of what?” He looked down at me, and he was in complete doubt, without any consolation.

“Girl… princess hey. I’m sorry.

“Huh. Princess? This seat says she’s not. She’s not. After saying this, the Minister dragged me to the royal pharmacies, completely ignoring the princess’s cry and begging for forgiveness.

It is as if she is already a dead body, which is no longer worth looking at and no more waste of time.

When I came to nowhere, the official provoked my face and took a close look at it: “I won’t fight back.” I’m sorry.

“She’s a princess…”

“Even the Emperor, too. “It’s like a trick to take out a bottle of bad ointment to my face.

Blowing out of my breath, smelting cold into my head, making me dizzy.

He was led through the royal garden like a wire puppet.

I heard some strange voices when I turned to the bottom.

I’ve learned a lot about what’s going on here, and I’ve got a red face and a cooked shrimp.

He was just about to take the post, but he had the first sight of the wildlings, with his long legs and good eyes.

“What are they doing? “The Minister’s voice was not deliberately pressed.

I’ve got a little knot in my tongue.

“What? He’s very good at learning.

“To pass on the mission of Lady Snail. I’m sorry.

“The mission? Why don’t you know?”

I had my head turned white and my head pulled him out of the scene and passed through the garden to the pharmacy.

There’s herbs everywhere.

Unfortunately, the beauty did not rush to take medicine, but took my waist and forced me to look at it. I’m sorry.

“What do you want?”

“To pass on the mission. “The Secretary-General only informed me, not asked me, but then he leaned over and kissed me in the corner of my lips.

Just a kiss.

It’s a good thing he didn’t see it. He didn’t understand it. He only painted tigers.

“It’s not bad.” I’m sorry.

And he turned and sought his herbs, and left me alone in the land, and was in chaos.

This man is the official.

It’s good for me, for the wounded, for the others.

What can I do with him?

Six.

Since I got out of the palace that day, the Secretary-General has been used to holding my hand and hugging my waist and taking my oil.

As his thin lips approached me, I suddenly heard a loud and desolate sound: “Push him away!” I’m sorry.

Is it… Secretary?

I was so scared to push this minister away.

So he’s not happy, he’s got his eyebrow snuggling, and his cold-coloured face is full of frustrations, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“I’m… I’m not feeling well. “I ran away without hesitation after I had explained it.

Run back to my own house, and the phantom gets out of my chest.

It burns, and man burns.

He’s probably very angry. He’s got a big red eye.

“You green me, little nun? “The Secretary-General’s words are so slow and so clear.

I’m having a breakdown. Why isn’t it the same person?

“I… I didn’t know he was you.” I’m sorry.

They really seem like.

Maybe it’s different at first sight, but the more we get together, the more details, the way things are, the way things are, the way they’re supposed to be.

“He’s me. “So what, that’s why you green me?” I’m sorry.

Huh? Same guy?

“Why is it one person, then you’re eccentric…” I’m curious.

The Secretary, however, raised his eyes and pushed me to my bed, kneeling on one knee between my legs, standing in the middle of my lap, saying, “Transfer the subject.” I’m sorry.

“I didn’t. * I’m swallowing my saliva and looking at the beauty of heaven * I’m sorry.

When I thought of it, I suddenly spoke hard and tried to push him away.

Apparently, he failed, fell into the box and laughed, “It’s okay.

“How much did you take from me on the way?

“That’s me too! You think you’re taking advantage of me again? I’m sorry.

He’s the one who took advantage of me.

But now he just doesn’t want to reason with me. I can see it. It’s crazy.

Let’s just cut the jar.

“What do you want to do? I’m sorry.

Who knows how the devil is in the beginning, with his head red and his ears red, and he is proud of himself? I’m sorry.

When you’re done, you step aside and reach out and pull me up and sit next to me and hold me sticky.

“What happened to you and him? “I took away the hand of the official and wanted to talk to him.

“What? Give him a hug or not? “The sound of a bit of malice went straight into my ear and scared me to sit down in a regular manner.

I’m glad you’re upset.

More than three years ago, Daeyang intended to recover the country that had been independent for centuries.

But Namjiang is a drug addict, a demonist of all kinds, and as the master of Daeyang, he is naturally going to the front.

The woman who led the army then fell in love with the minister.

Many times the pursuits were fruitless, angered, and he made a venom for the Secretary-General.

This poison has plunged the Secretary-General into a dream for three days, which is like a thousand years, when he has loved all his life and has been disaffected by his family.

In the wake of a dream, the intoxication deep into the bone marrow and the Secretary-General fell down the altar and bred countless thoughts and killing.

He sought to restrain himself, save himself, draw a line, cut his soul, and strip away the evil side.

The evil spirit was born of a thousand years of dream and was so powerful that he was forced out of the body with the poison that he had taken the initiative.

Despite their strength, they wake up like babies, understand nothing and do nothing.

The Secretary-General, who had been hiding behind evil spirits, had limited his ability to learn and grow, and had become more and more keenly aware of him.

The evil spirit tried to kill him, but he was the one who killed him and killed him, so he chose to drive him out of the mirror string and set up a lower level of obstruction in case he came back and tried to take back his body and upset him.

“So he hasn’t done anything bad yet? I’m sorry.

The Secretary-General looked at me coldly, apparently not happy. I’m sorry.

“What? How do you know? * I feel like I’m still cute *

“I am the source of what he does, what he thinks, what he dreams, who he touches, who he hugs, who he kisses, who I feel.” Understand? When you say that, your eyes pick it up.

It’s like a quote, it’s like a hint.

I don’t want to talk anymore.

He envies himself, and he greens himself. I can’t stop this.

“What did he do? I’m sorry.

“Doesn’t it hurt to take advantage of you?” I’m sorry.

Crazy!

I may have turned my eyes on him, and the official laughed, and said, “A year ago, he was preparing to kill.

“He is the evil spirit of my dreams, and those experiences have trapped him, and he intends to slaughter all the people of the South.” I’m sorry.

It took me a long time to digest this, “Is there a way to stop this? I’m sorry.

I have heard a little bit about the killing, which has begun almost irreversibly, but also requires the ultimate gift and a great deal of preparation.

No one’s ever done it.

“There, kill him. “It’s not like you’ve got a big kill in your real eyes.

Yeah, they’re one person, but it’s clear that you’re dead and I’m alive.

Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve been silent, and I’ve slowly lost my mind.

He didn’t speak, but I saw him mocking himself.

Maybe he wants to ask me if I can’t get rid of the devil.

I didn’t save him for 99 babies.

Today I am silent for the sake of all the children of the South.

But he’s arrogant and strong, and he won’t ask.

Nor can I explain that my silence just takes time to digest, and I want to kill a man who is still a minister.

And to Him is the good, and to Him is the evil, and to Him are the creatures.

“Hey, why did you choose me to catch the demon?” “I’m in a good mood, smiling at him.

“Don’t laugh if you don’t want to.” “It’s a little unappreciated for the officials.

It’s just that he chose me to help him catch the demon, but he made me sleep all night.

The woman in the South Territories was led by a string of beads, whose fate was so wonderful that it was so close to my temple, that the beads were brought to the hand of a female general.

We are the ones who call him the love of every world, the dream of a thousand years.

So I can’t resist even a little pity.

After all, he was born for me.

Is that why you like me?

I don’t get it.

7

It’s too late for me to wake up.

“Why don’t you call me?” I’m sorry.

“Look what you did last night for someone. I’m in deep pain. “The Secretary-General’s head, his face stinks and his words are even more murky.

I did it for you.

He took a look at him, put on his robe, washed it, and went to the hidden attic.

Three months later, the day of the birth of the evil spirit coincided with the birth of the minister, when he was most vulnerable, so that he could come to the outskirts of the city at midnight, temporarily leading him to the river, where he was so heavy, that he could be hanged, and ash could be destroyed.

He’s got three months left.

As we went to the top of the loft, the devil’s minister was looking at a little bit of the light that came through the window.

He’s in white again, and he looks so beautiful and tender.

“Are you better? He didn’t look up, he’s flipping, he’s squeezing his fingers, he’s a little nervous.

I kneel before him and grind the ink, and watch him be careful as if he were blindly obfuscated: “That’s better. I’m sorry.

He doesn’t know much about the world.

Something on your mind? “Only a slightly different tone, he heard something wrong about me.

“No, three months later it’s your birthday.” What do you like? I’m sorry.

He looked at me for a while and laughed like the first snow melted.

“Whatever you give me. I’m sorry.

I’m not going to say anything.

Three months, I feel like I’m going to make up for something, but I’m going to sleep with a ghost.

You’re gonna get angry with me at first, and then you’re gonna get more quiet.

On the day of my birthday, I woke up early, spent half a day in the kitchen, and made a table for the ghost minister.

In the evening, when the sky went dark, I looked up at him and looked at him, “Shall I go out and put a flowerlight?” Ogon has the same custom. Peace be upon him. I’m sorry.

He made an undetectable smile and went to the death that I had prepared for him: “Good.” I’m sorry.

He took my hand, and I left the palace without anyone.

I didn’t rush to the river to put the lights on.

We’ve been on the night market for a long time before we can get to the empty river.

It is also like one of the living who guides the people of Taiyang to their destiny, and writes his prayers in good faith, and sends out the lights, and keeps them further away as the rivers flow.

“What did you write? I stood by him and looked up at him.

The Secretary leaned down and, like every time before, fell a kiss on the corner of my lips.

“You have to stay with me. I’m sorry.

There is nothing to say, pure to the point of being clumsy, but unexpectedly painful.

I restrained my tears and pulled a distance from him.

He’s probably a little confused, and his eyes flashed with doubt and displeasure.

He disappeared for a while, and he came out of the jade on my chest, pulled me back and said, “Be with you?” I’m sorry.

He was just innocent and not stupid, and he had been standing there for a while, trying to understand everything, but his looks had not changed at all.

He probably doesn’t know how to express his feelings of betrayal.

Just stretching out and looking at me, “Come here. I’m sorry.

Maybe he doesn’t know why the wish just came to an end.

The midnight bell comes from the direction of the capital city.

I’m looking at him and I’m working together.

He didn’t resist at all. He just stood and held his hand against me.

It’s getting slower, and I haven’t stopped, though I’m struggling.

After all, it is the lives of the South that are saved.

The light was red, and the devil’s officer tasted the pain, his face was pale in an inch and his soul was shaking as if he was estranged.

There’s something going on in his head.

As if the memory of the millennia of dreams had returned, the voice of the devil’s soul had become extremely mute, angry and jealous and mad: “You betrayed me again!”

“You don’t want me!

You lied to me again!

Every life!

Every time.”

His eyes were redred from the lightness of the sun, and it was truly like evil, and gathered all the world’s grievances.

“You’ve made a living and killed. “I’ve consumed too much blood, I’m almost paralyzed, and I’m being held by a ghost.

“So what? Am I bad for you? What does that have to do with you? “The devil has turned his head and turned his back on the question, and there seems to be no emotion.

The luminous swirling began, and the spirits hummed in.

He’s very patient.

Actually, he could have resisted.

He could have stopped it when we drew it, but he waited for me to come to him.

That’s enough for me to say “I’m sorry.”

As if he had heard it, and as if he had not heard it.

The rays of light are gradually dispersing and everything is calm.

I fell on my knees in cold sweat.

It’s just between electric flints. Something seems to have flew out.

The devil is running!

You’ll fly right over.

Just for a moment, I couldn’t even react, much less see how they fought.

But the evil spirit disappeared, and the glamorous ghost, in red, fell on the ground.

I barely stood up and walked and watched his body disappear and his tears fell.

Don’t scare me, sir. I’m sorry.

He tried to reach out and touch my face, but failed to do so, but he barely made a laugh: “The little nun is my birthday too. I’m sorry.

There may be something else to say, but he can’t say it anymore.

I can only see the sadness and discomfort in those beautiful eyes.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had an emotional breakdown.

8

Dayang is dead. I’m dead.

In order to calm the people, Ogon’s royal family placed me under the name of a witch and put me in prison.

Without him, they would not even be able to count on their day, and he chose his left and left the ceremony to burn the witch to 107 days after his death.

I’m in prison painting the circles.

Look at the rats on the ground, they’re hardworking.

And I’m tired of being an old man.

It took me a long time to get over the fact that the official was dead.

After that, I just forgot to eat, drink and sleep.

But I know, I haven’t forgotten.

My heart seems to be dead.

Perhaps We shall need a blazing fire, and shall awaken me, and then let me meet him.

On the day of the fire, I was forced into a cage to roam the streets.

I’m afraid I’m a witch.

And then I looked at myself, and I looked at myself, and I looked at myself, and I was calm, and I had the guts, and I started throwing leaves and eggs at me.

When I see you, he’ll laugh at me again.

And when they were crushed upon it, and heard it, and by the flames that were raised slowly, I looked at the people, who were swerved, and felt something in their hearts.

And when I wanted to be a master of the Method of Democrats, and was admired, and was raised up, I killed a demon, and everyone cried out.

It still doesn’t look like it.

It’s getting hot around me, and I’m starting to feel a little bad.

And suddenly a white shadow came, and when he fell down, people fell down on their knees as soon as they could see it, and shouted, “O Lord.” I’m sorry.

But he didn’t care, drew a charm, cut off the fire, cut off the rope on my wrist, and was carried away.

When he lays down, I cough hard.

It was just a light shot of my being, handing the kettle over to me.

I drank a few sips, and I didn’t know whether it choked or what, and my eyes were red: “You came back.” I’m sorry.

And he was dazzling and dazzling at my eyebrows, so tenderly: “Son nun, say, I am late.” I’m sorry.

The Secretary is not happy to continue to be a Master of the State and to be a demon hunter with me.

It’s just that he’s just reborn with a depravity-free spirit. He’s a little young, about 16, 7 years old.

All the time he kisses me in my ear, I hide.

“You’re too young. I can’t do it.

I’ve broken a lot of rings, but I’ve been a nun, and I still have a bottom line.

You’ve got a big eye, a dangerous light in your eyes.

He took my hand and whispered, “Small?” I’m sorry.

No… not small.

But thanks to my firmness, I managed to stop him.

But this man loved the eccentricity all the way, saying that I was looking at another wild flower out there and that I was a troubled little nun.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair.

If it had not been for him that he would have been so unstoppable that I would have been one of the family of Buddha.

The Secretary-General was in a better mood when he arrived at the town of Phoenix, which was said to have been smug by the ferocious and ingrained.

Because I accidentally flattered him.

“Someone stole your old job! I’m sorry.

Say it again, little nun! I’m sorry.

“No one dares to do this without you!” “I made up the story so quickly, the official stopped.

He looked at me in every way, and he failed to answer in the cold, but to my knowledge, I knew that he was having an affair.

It’s called “preliminary” or something.

There’s a demon in Phoenix, it’s cold and it’s locked.

We knocked on the outside door and were greeted with respect and respect.

Li has a daughter, very pretty.

It’s a regular thing. It’s eight words of birth. It’s his daughter’s turn today.

Li’s extra-graved gold is a reward.

I exposed the sign.

“You want to lie in bed waiting for the monster? Little nun, you really think I’m dead. “The Secretary smiled in his arms and breathed to the extreme.

I sat at the dresser and spread out my hand: “What do you say?” Or how? There’s no beauty in bed. Are you sure that monster is stupid? I’m sorry.

I didn’t say a word. I suddenly had an amazing idea. Don’t say “man” like you, there’s no woman in the world who’s got half your color. I’m sorry.

“You’re smart, little nun. When the official says this, he bites quite a bit.

However, he changed his dress to a red dress, with silk on it, and drew a very fine one.

Because you can’t accept me to wash my clothes.

His body is not yet good enough to be 16, 7 years old, except that he is much taller than an ordinary woman.

Slim and elegant.

Don’t say at night, it’s a day walk in the street, no one can see it. It’s for all men.

And the night sank, and We drew a charm, and We hid it in the closet, and We watched the couch with the sutures.

It’s not easy for you to lie in it and sleep in your sleep.

There was a cloud and then a fragrance.

A red shadow in the curtains.

And a glance is indeed a good-looking demon.

Isn’t it narcissistic?

But it was only with my eyes that I found out that the demon was wearing a good thing.

That’s what I want to be.

The demon who took the celibacy to the sun came to the minister with his hands and touched his face, and the tone of his words was so dazzling, as if he were falling in the head: “Beautiful and beautiful.”

“Tonight, will you have fun?”

“I’ll make you happy tonight.” I’m sorry.

When the Great Devil’s wrist flashed gold, I knew that the Secretary-General had planted a spell on him.

Put the sword out of the closet.

The demon found it a trap and realized that his power had been suppressed and he ran without hesitation.

You and I look at each other, and the feeling of the charm goes.

“Why not? I’m sorry.

“I am a demon hunter! I’ll take you, of course. “I smiled and explained to him.

The devil swiped me in the eye, and took me away. Take me into your bedroom. I’d love to. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, and he killed the past with a sword, and he was more angry than ever before.

He’s hurt so badly he wants to run again.

And I’ve drawn it out, put my hands on him, and it took me a long time to stop the sad scream.

When I saw the demons killed, I ran to my office, and I didn’t speak, but I found him in a state of redness, with his eyes full of red, and he was in a state of death.

The Secretary extended his hand to stop my waist, and cold lips were attached to my neck with irresistible signs.

It’s a good place, a good place.

Forget it.

“To kill a thousand! Why don’t you hurt me? I scolded him with my last breath, trying to stop him.

“Don’t I hurt you enough? “It’s not enough to laugh.”

The first time I saw him, I thought he was a nymphoma.

And red garments burning and shaking in positions, and whosoever is a ghost.

The end–

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.