Master told me to swallow the pills.
Says it’s a cactus, and it’s a new one.
I saw it with fear.
Quintane’s brothers, Danda has one…
Zhang’s claws are sticky.
One.
I was born in the middle of a great waste, where I could see through my eyes and help the villagers dig underground springs.
They thought that We could predict and call me the Son of God.
The name has been circulated and has shocked the fairies of Mount Pomley.
So he went down the mountain night after night and brought me back to Punlai.
Say take me as a slave.
The master also drew out the cactus: “Eat it, you can regenerate it, you can build it soon.”
“As soon as the foundation is built, it will become a god.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you to the master.” * I gnawed on my teeth, I kept my fear to myself, and I swallowed it in my stomach. *
When I got back to my room, I couldn’t help it any longer, and I threw out the pills quickly.
A sugar coat outside is broken.
Show me the golden brown eggs.
The larvae, which are not yet formed, are hidden in transparent film.
Wandering, struggling, closing eight eyes,
All you have to do is have a knack to feed.
It can grow fast and grow.
I pulled the dagger out of my pocket and stabbed it in the chest.
Slurp.
And throw its dry skin in the fireplace.
Burn it clean.
Two.
Mount Pomley’s magic mankind.
I can’t do it.
I’ve had a life of pretending to have taken the pixie medicine.
A few months later, I couldn’t build a foundation.
“What’s going on? It was three or four days before we had the venom. I’m sorry.
“Yes, why is my brother so mixed? I’m sorry.
I watched quietly the sticky worms swimming through their bodies.
And he asked, “What’s the pulse after the foundation? I’m sorry.
Big Brother Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei
“The human body is fratricidal and fragrance, and therefore cannot swim in the human body. I’m sorry.
He’s up, he’s up, he’s out of fire.
He pointed to the fire, “And when he washed his veins, it only felt two lines.” One is a vein, two is an artery. The arteries are proof that you are different from human beings — the fire is also born from the veins. I’m sorry.
“Sir, touch it. I’m sorry.
Fake touch, flame hot.
And I said, “I see…”
I saw what he called the lower end of his veins, a sticky worm that was connected to Tanda.
It’s like a natural fire.
So Wei’s awakening is the root of the fire.
“Look, I’m the root of water!” I’m sorry.
The beads in the air were held by him in his palms, and became ice.
3
There’s nothing I don’t understand.
Psychics are eggs.
When incubated, the eggs are adsorbed to man’s field, with long, sticky tentacles that spread across the body’s ecstasy.
The monks are the troupe of the sticky worms.
They feed it.
And it feeds beyond the power of the people of the age.
But why didn’t the monks notice?
Do they know there are monsters in them?
Know, they acquiesce in this co-existence It’s disgusting.
I don’t know, it’s the sticky bugs that manipulate them and it’s just as unacceptable to me.
I think I have to run!
Save your lives and run!
4
I was just trying to get away.
Even in secret.
That day, I heard the whole village die.
My parents died at a young age, and I grew up eating a hundred meals.
And the villagers of the White Crane village were no different from their biological parents in my eyes.
So, the phrase, “Was the White Crane Village clean?”
I’m shaking right now.
I’m stuck all over, hiding behind the bush.
I remember very well that this was the third month of my visit to Punlei.
I grabbed the new student’s token, and I went to the second brother, Kimmo, to ask him where the best wine was.
Take advantage of the surrounding terrain.
And at this moment, in my eyes, my second and second brother, Kimmo, is smiling at the long sword.
“Kill it, no one left.” Including whistling the wife and her child in the belly. I’m sorry.
Timo said, “There are more than a hundred of them, I’m exhausted, so they just put ice on me. I’m sorry.
The warmest master brother Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei I’m sorry.
And he looked at him: “Of course, I did not leave behind any. I’m sorry.
He’ll wipe the blood with a long sword and be pleased to return to his waist.
“Don’t let her know, I don’t want her to hate me.” If he hates me, no one’s going to steal from me. I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing. We’ll tell him when he’s built. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, he’ll understand us by then. The pagans do not need love, let alone red dust — unfortunately, the master is too slow to build, or he will kill himself to prove it. I’m sorry.
My teeth are shaking.
Keep your mouth shut and don’t come out.
But the tears of panic and despair are still unearthed.
Step away.
I’m dead on the other hand. White Jade’s badge.
The word “punlai” is ironic.
Is it Shining Mountain?
For the people?
Why kill innocent people?
He was the village chief and my uncle, and he held my hand laughing before he left, saying that the village was going to be a big man and that he was born to name me as the Queen.
Then he looked at his wife’s womb six months, with pleasure.
I’m afraid he didn’t expect to die three months later.
They — why would you kill them?
Why did you kill him for me?
Did you ask me? Did I agree?
Ridiculous…
And.
I’ll understand them when I’m built?
What does that mean?
A little cold climb on my back.
It seems that “building the foundations” means I’m going to become a monster that I can’t understand and agree with.
I let go of my mouth and I can’t stand the vomiting.
One word, bite your teeth:
“I will never agree. I’m sorry.
4
I couldn’t build the foundation, and I finally shocked my master.
In the two hundred years of his life, he must be white, dressed in robes and covered with dust, a fairy-like bone.
No wonder the people of China are willing to hang him.
Day and night worship.
But now he’s staring at me with his eyes, and he’s not even looking at me. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
“But it’s not true”?
“I am sincere. “I bow down on my knees in my robes and bow down on my knees.” I’m sorry.
Master has been quiet for a long time.
Then he threw the dust, and he hung me in the air.
Then, the spirit swept over me.
I’ll check it out again.
“There’s no sign of any spirituality but wonder!” I’m sorry.
And he laid down the dust, and fell down on his knees, and bowed down in the depths of his head: “It may be that the disciples came from the Great Wilderness of the South and were too poor.” I’m sorry.
I was staring at my white garment, which was scattered on the ground: “It is impossible to build a foundation.” I’m sorry.
The master shakes his head: “Knows the current, candour, and can find the eyes in the vast desert.” You’re a talented man. You don’t have to doubt yourself. I’m sorry.
And he thought, “So let the master seek for you another fair and fair and help you to break the foundations.” I’m sorry.
Ponley Fairy Hole’s architecture is stale.
In the temple, 72 dragons stare at me.
A human being who is “wild” has a chance to be a fairy.
It’s supposed to be great.
I have no reason to refuse.
“Thank you, Master. I’m sorry.
“It is a shame for the masters and the masters to grow up, and when they try to take the temple again, let them join us.” I’d like to express my gratitude to all of you, the elders. I’m sorry.
My master took a look at me and laughed: “No one dared to ask, you son of a bitch. I’m sorry.
“All right. I’m going to tell the elders first. “Remember your heart, and they will agree. I’m sorry.
5
The palaces of the elders are the deepest in the north of Ponglai.
Here, the trees are thick, the grass is thick.
Eighty-one copper poles are high in the clouds, on top of them, in the fairy palace, in the attic.
I followed my master all the way up to the Elder’s Cave.
There’s a lot to fix.
The foundation was built in the form of Kim Dan, a baby, a trickle-up, dichotomy, hysteria, robbery, high-speed, and finally to the gods.
The master of Mount Ponglai has reached the age of the great.
It is said that there is a capacity to help outsiders build their foundations quickly.
Master Shifu, who lived in his 200th year of age, was nothing more than a child with a tooth.
He saluted himself in the courtyard with respect: “Hand the elders.” This is the new student tube. I’m sorry.
I also bowed my head: “I’ve met the elders. I’m sorry.
It’s only then that the old man’s voice came out of the old house of the ancient PARK Sen.
“A generation after a generation. I think you just entered Penglai, but he’s over 300 years old, and it’s over.”
I looked up carefully and punched:
“The world is troubled, but thanks to the Mount of the Fairy and the Brothers, they seek the lives of the people. I want to stand up for myself. I’m sorry.
The elders laughed, “Look at what you said. I’m sorry.
I can see clearly, through the ancient windows of the violet, that the giant monster lies within the temple.
I didn’t dare look into his eyes.
It’s just the emptiness of staring at cranes and twigs on a wooden window.
Keep your eyes empty and use the light to capture every inch I can capture.
The elders are not alone anymore.
Up to a few feet, the abdominal drums are swelling, the tumulture veins are all over the body, and the face is also multifold, a layer of folding flesh.
The whole thing looks like a swollen bun.
And in his field, a sticky toucher, he found his head.
It’s supposed to be a snorkel, a swirling fang, and a golden beadball comes out of the air for a moment.
“Oh, Zhu Xiandan, give it to this little friend. “The elders hold the beauties gently and carry them.
It went through the window and fell into the master’s hand.
And I, I’m already cold.
I thought this monster sticky worm would be the masters of Punlai Mountain, the means to control them.
I was thinking about finding the nest of the vermin and destroying it.
But I didn’t think…
I had no idea…
All over Pompey, all of you…
They’re all in the shadow of the bugs.
How can you count as a man?
He’s a hotbed for eggs.
Six.
Master, thank you to the Great Elder and hand me the Sun Dan.
“It’s gonna be a base this time.” I’m sorry.
And I look at this golden egg.
The abdomen spilled a cold sweat.
7
The emperor will die with a magic potion that he will never find.
Right in front of me.
But I’m against it.
I don’t believe you, Master.
“What are you waiting for? The elders have to rest. I’m sorry.
When I bite the tip of my tongue, I calm down, my hands hold the “dacter” and I bow:
“Teacher, I have once failed to build a foundation, and if I fail again, I am ashamed of the high expectations of the elders and teachers. I’m sorry.
I’m serious:
“I remember that these days I will also have outsiders, who will take pills, wash their veins, and go to see and learn a couple of lessons under my brother. I’m sorry.
I was quick to say:
“If it is possible, ask the master to keep it for a few days I am not worthy of it yet. I’m sorry.
From childhood to age because of these eyes.
I’ve seen a lot of secrets.
Naturally know how to play crazy for stupidity.
I’m sure the master groaned for a moment and said, “What did he say?
“It’s okay. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a frightened student. I’m sorry.
“Thank you to the elders. I bow down.
Can hear the copper bell under the roof of the ancient Park House, and the wind blows.
“Ding…”
8.
There’s a lot of copper bells in Pompey Hill.
It’s under the roof, in the octagon.
Even in martial arts playgrounds, the pebbles around them are bells.
This is where the outsiders take their pills.
Second Brother Kimo holds the sword in his arms, stands high and looks at the outsiders who enter.
He smiled:
“We are not as moderate as the rest of the Mount Pomley, and the potion will make up for it — we will not explode like them.
“You’re too careful. I’m sorry.
I held on two beers, and I went up to the top, and I threw one of them at him.
“It’s not easy to look down and waste the elders’ work. I’m sorry.
“A hundred hearts, this time you must build a foundation. * Ki Moo poured a few drinks for the use, waved his hand with a smile, and told the outsider:
“Turn of time, take the medicine, draw the gas, wash the arteries.” I’m sorry.
I’m like a cold-eyed outsider.
Watching the outsiders silently, he was happy to meet him.
Quite devoutly.
I was staring at those pills.
Hundreds of samples show up in front of me.
Timo was with me all day.
So, I can easily see how they’re rooting.
And the first time it swallows, the luminous shell melts.
At the second hour, the bugs found a very long tentacle.
Get through the stomach bag and get down to the belly button.
That’s Danda.
Next, it’s all in the stomach.
Until the sixth hour.
The true healer would have a slight stomach ache.
That is because the sticky worms go down from the stomach, with a part of the stomach tissue, and fall like a cyst to Tanda.
As the seed of the plume, with its roots.
At the seventh hour, the insect was completely adsorbed in Danda.
They spread across the arteries, gnawing flesh and eating nutrients.
Together with the owner of this body.
After two or three days of decorum, the body’s skin will metabolize the obscenity of “humans”.
That’s the process of washing the cycle.
9
I’m safe.
You can throw up.
But it will fail again, and I will surely die when it is revealed.
But what does it mean to be successful?
Damn.
I can’t afford to let myself succeed in building a foundation.
I look at Ki Mo’s squirming squirm, laziness:
“Hey, you can build the base. The world will be completely different. I’m sorry.
He’s got a nice face and a good look.
It can’t be seen as a cold-blooded killer.
I went to my master’s house to get my medicine, and I was distracted and nodding my head.
Go back to the room and leave a note for yourself.
Then a dagger was mounted, and the ejection was calibrated.
Try again to tie your hands.
I’d like to try and challenge the foundations.
10
Sixth hour.
The stomach has begun to wrinkle pain.
I’m sweating on my forehead and feeling a little fuzzy.
There’s a lot of loud noises, buzzing in your ears.
My aunt gave me the package alone.
“Sir, this is a long way to make new clothes for you. I’m sorry.
He closed his eyes and touched my head.
“Take care of yourself. Don’t worry about the village. I’m sorry.
Outside the village of Shiraito, I saw the stone mark of the village, which was carved, and a group of acquaintances took care of me on my way.
Huh?
Strange.
Is your aunt one-armed? Uncle… when did you get blind?
I put down my doubts, went halfway, turned around, and they were still waving.
I go unconsciously.
For some time now, there was an ominous fog, a look up and again at the village entrance.
“Sir, this is a long way to make new clothes for you. “and my aunt, with her petals, with her clothes.
The black cyanide pulse beats, and the suction is wet with white cloth.
My uncle opened his eyes and touched my head: “Take care of yourself.” Don’t worry about the village. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with over 700 eyes and smiled:
“You’ve always been a child in your uncle’s eyes. Remember when you were a little kid playing with a mole? I’m sorry.
Oh, I remember.
When I was a kid, I poked him in the eye like a rat.
You can open your eyes and dig them out.
I thought, once again, I turned my back.
The eyes behind you are kind.
But I have some…
Don’t look back.
Thirteen hours.
Outside the window, the copper bell goes with the wind.
Ding, ding, ding, ding!
Ding, ding, ding, ding!
I swerved my head and looked out in the dark.
The thick water pours down from the sky.
We said, “Sixteen times the copper bell rings. I’m sorry.
♪ Ding, ding, ding ♪
We said, “Sixteen times the copper bell rings.
“The copper bell rings 19 times.
“The copper bell rings 7938 times. I’m sorry.
I said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
And at the same time.
I’ve been convulsing my fingers and touched the simple dagger switch.
It ejected.
Stab my Danda.
And then the blood went straight.
It’s quiet in my ears. The next moment, the murmur almost blew my head off:
“Ooh! … %* %@”
I almost fainted.
I woke up in a cold sweat for some time.
There’s some confusion over the ground, rusty smell.
Meanwhile, outside my bedroom, there was a knock:
“Sister, are you there? It’s been four days!
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?
“As a matter of three days, the foundation can be built. Open the door!”
12
The door was broken.
A group of monks who broke into the house and got scared by the blood of the room were all worried.
Especially for the first two.
As soon as the cooler one comes up, hold my pulse.
A moment later, the sound went off. I’m sorry.
And asked him: “What is the matter with your wound, my brother?”
I don’t remember who they were. I don’t know.
It’s just that in the right eye, they’re all handy and sticky.
I can’t help but shake.
The other one, who was shaking the saloon, raised his hand and pulled the sewn note out of my finger.
“What’s a mess of a ghost? I’m sorry.
I can’t tell from the words on the note:
“Standing the foundations, insects, in danger of surprise, and with a dagger. I’m sorry.
At that moment, the memory was like a flowing back cage.
I remember!
I was brought to Mount Pomley to see the scary nest.
He was forced to take “dials.”
Big Brother Weiwei said I’ve made it!
“I have no idea why I have raised my head in the middle of my heart, and I breathed. I passed out soon after I took the pills. I’m sorry.
Timo’s still working on it. I’m the only one who can recognize it.
“Looks like a talisman. What dog climbs…”
“I’m going to report to Master.” I’m sorry.
And he said to Him, “Take your brother to the pharmacist. I’m sorry.
13
None of the finest pharmacists in Punlei can see me.
I’ll go back.
I made it through?
But head down, the body is still different.
Danda was empty, not like they were parasites of sticky worms.
However, the body of limbs continues to run through a `blue’.
It’s been taking away from me as it was.
I don’t know what this is.
But it’s real, it’s real, it’s power.
It’s been going on and on.
Is that what people call it, Jiji Shuxian?
And in the hallowed wonders of time.
Our loved ones, they’re being distorted to the creeps.
The worst thing is, I think it’s for granted!
If, if I can’t see, I’ll eat worm Dan on the first day.
Is it possible to kill someone like Timo said?
It’s terrible…
14
The puzzle is too many.
I chose to stay and to move.
Shortly after, the faculty trained and organized dozens of newly constructed students to travel to the Guanchong area.
It’s been dry for years, and it’s dry. People suffer.
Kimo went along with her, and she was led by her sister who had just returned to Ponglai.
Sing Yan.
The Song Yan is in a fine red dress, without a sword and with a pair of machete, which is said to have reached the end of the baby.
She was strong, and she split the black-coated dung in two.
“The hair is rough!” We’re 50, 60 years old, builders, we’ll have to let go of three, we’ll have to go back to the field tomorrow. I’m sorry.
“Ahem. ‘Momor coughed, and interrupted her speech, and reassured.
“Don’t worry, I’m about to finish my job, I’m going to send the booklet, I’m going to walk around. I’m sorry.
The people laughed, and were scattered.
It’s going to send the people the “Ghosts” and the first draft of the mountain and sea scripture.
They’ll be able to identify “ghosts” faster.
And I hand over the kettle, “Sir, drink the water.” I’m sorry.
And when he glanced at me and smote my head, “Drink it, I’m almost out of the way, and I’m going to take a valley early.” One or two sips of water every morning. I’m sorry.
I may have been 16 years old, but I’ve never seen them before.
I’m flattered by the three protégés.
It’s just getting more complicated.
A few days later, in the evening, we stayed in a Buddhist church.
There is only one turn of moon in the dark.
When the wind blows, the sand and the sand of the old trees shall be blown, and the candles shall shake in the temple.
All of a sudden, he opened his eyes with a surprise, laughing, “I’m out of my mind.” I’m sorry.
She said that her long fingers were snubbed in Danda, and that there was a trap.
The creeping sticky tentacles struggled to test their heads and swelled out.
Like a thousand hand-held sound in the Buddha’s Hall.
And at the same time, my left eye was blindfolded and I saw the parabolic baby law behind her.
It’s the same as the Song Yan.
And the eyes of the young, and the lips of the porcelain, and the lips of the porcelain, and the eyes of the obstinate eyes, are like a thousand hands to the sound.
“Congratulations to Sister He!
She’s too strong! We are the first of our generation. I’m sorry.
There was a lot of applause.
I’m sitting on a plum with no face.
Look at everyone and envious of the law behind it.
And right here, there’s a scream out there.
I turned my head, and I looked at the door of a Buddhist church, and a little monk with a tweaked face fell on the floor.
He was terrified, he moved with his hands and he was stiff, and his teeth were shaking, “Worried, monster…”
He looked at him, the tentacles of Danda, and moved.
In a moment, the little monk was wearing a cold.
And behind her was the “Ambid Child Fantasy” and the machete,
I couldn’t stop it, and I looked up, “Sir! Why did you kill him? I’m sorry.
“Huh? “He’s not a drought, he’s got a big eye on me, he’s got a serious tone. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m cold.
Then his head down and he laughed.
Yeah, I saw…
In the left eye, ugly carcass, sneaking around outside the Buddha Hall.
Why don’t you kill him?
15
Left eye is lost.
The right eye is on earth.
There are no ghosts in this world.
16
Only the Mount of Fairy is high and the people are on fire.
17,
So along the way I’ve never drawn a sword.
But it doesn’t matter. It won’t last long.
It’s the end of the practice.
“This little one, you come. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be right here! I’m sorry.
Says she pushes me.
I’m looking at children who understand.
The fingerbones on the handle of the sword are shaking and white.
“Sensei, I can’t…” when I’m chewing my teeth out of my throat.
A white light crossed.
The seven-and-eight-year-old child is still blinded by water, but with a narrow blood stain on his neck.
He couldn’t afford to fall, hit the floor.
In the dry rice fields, dust spreads.
And he leaned aside, holding his sheath in his single hand, and whistling again, calling back the sword, and “swimming” to his jaw.
He’s got no justice: “Son, men can’t say no, especially in front of women. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Get lost! He looked at me, and I was so nervous, I thought I was ashamed.
I’ll shoot my head in the air.
“Don’t listen to your brother. It’s normal to be afraid to do it. I’m sorry.
Then he pointed his finger at him, and said, “Let’s do it again and go.” I’m sorry.
I don’t mean “um” anymore. Look down.
I’m looking at the worms in the abdomen of Song Yin with their teeth and claws.
Its tentacles spread and absorbed the bitterness of young children before they died.
When Kama killed all my relatives, so did you.
I’m cold inside.
I hate to think:
I want you to die.
18
Actually through experience.
This is in conjunction with the previous period.
I can figure out the pattern behind them.
In the ceremonial temple of the Panglai Mountains, we are taught:
“The fair ones, whose hearts are set for the heavens and the earth, and who give life to the people.” I’m sorry.
“To the people, and to the fragrance of the fire, is the best. I’m sorry.
“The fear of the people, the fear of the terror, the fear of the terror, is the bottom.” I’m sorry.
But it’s a joke for the parasites.
And the fire, which shall be given strength to help it.
The fear of death can also feed the insects and make them grow.
How can we make the people fear the gods?
Simple.
Back in the evening, I wrote myself:
“To make the “Ghosts and Evil” in booklets, which are sent to the people, linked to disasters, sensationalism.
“Then when the disaster came, the people thought that the flood would be Heba and that the bride would be given up; that the drought would be drought; and that the years of the great famine would be too old…
“The monk goes down the mountain and detachs.”
“Thus, the people worship, and feed, and gain. I’ll be afraid, too. I’m sorry.
So every time you come back from the practice, the monk goes a long way.
I took a tumble of the handwriting, looking out the window, and I stunned.
They… or they…
It’s like the law of all things. It’s in every rational explanation.
It’s a copper wall above all people.
It seems impossible to crush.
19
Too painful.
I don’t even know, my enemy, whether it’s Kimmo or Mount Fantasy.
Or the worms.
And this morning We ran around Ponglai in a discomfort.
I’m stronger than I used to be. I can’t even run ten laps without breathing.
After the run, go up to the rocks and get ready to go home.
As we reached the middle of the hill, there was a little rain.
In April, the clouds were covered in clouds and pomegranates covered in smoke.
Look away, smoke, village, dust.
And I looked in silence, and saw the curtains grow, and went to the trees to avoid the rain, and was bored to watch.
Suddenly, I got eyes.
It’s not far from the grass.
Cover a hole!
There are limits to my ability, distance, the thickness of the object, the weight or the light, which affect the perspective.
I can’t see what’s down there.
We’ll just have to walk through it for a moment.
Finally, I don’t know which body I stepped on, but I listened to the grunts.
A dark door opened under my feet.
I fell on my ass.
Stand up and look up. It’s a black hole, deep down.
I hesitated: “Where is this?”
I was flying back to the 300-centre channel in Bonglai.
Neither.
“Is anyone there? I’m sorry.
No echo.
So We set our fingertips on fire, and in the sight of them was a massive stone wall that was raised.
The stone walls are covered, the moss is covered with sword marks.
Dozens of trophies stick to it.
I took a breath of air, I didn’t dare to do anything, and I went back for a few days to find a solution.
And in the morning of the storm.
It opened a hole hidden deep in the jungle.
20
Boom.
Boom.
Footsteps are boring.
The stone steps down, the tunnel rolls and the wall is covered with rusty iron swords.
As if it were just a warehouse for the disposal of old weapons.
Intuitively, I was told that if it was just an ordinary warehouse, it could not have been unrecorded.
And it won’t be all over the gates.
I’m down to doubt.
The faster we go.
It’s finally over.
It’s empty.
The sparks of the pedestals are on the condensed walls of stone, and the shadows dance.
..is it wrong?
I didn’t want to bite my teeth hard, there was no other way, so I took a deep breath, and I turned and was ready to leave.
Turning around, the long tail of the sword sweeps down to the stone wall and sends a clear sound.
I realize what’s in there.
Then he went down and bowed himself with his fingerbone at every stone wall.
Empty!
There’s an empty place!
It’s just that the wall is so strange that even me can’t see it.
I quickly determined the area and took the sword and cut it.
Some time later, the stone wall in front of it finally cracks.
In the crack, it’s a…
Man crucified in a hole.
All four limbs and all five of them are covered with a two-finger long nail.
Innumerable chains are embedded through his cathedral, wrist, spine.
The body hasn’t rotted yet. I was just trying to test his breath.
He looked up like he was woken up.
It’s an empty blood hole in the eyes that should have had eyes on it.
Under the red fingertips of terror.
I said!! I’m sorry.
I was scared to step back and put on a cold stone wall, breathing hard.
The fire of the fingertips was extinguished.
In the dark, he whispered something.
And he said to me, “Who is this?” I’m sorry.
I was scared.
It’s only half a dozen years ago that he insisted on asking: I’m sorry.
I’m sure he’s a monk.
He didn’t answer me, he did, and asked another question: “What’s this evening?” I’m sorry.
I hesitated: “Tung Wei Taiping has been here for three years. I’m sorry.
“Towey? And he said, “How much is it?” I’m sorry.
Half a day I know what he’s saying, “For over 300 years.” I’m sorry.
The voice just fell, and I was struck.
The numbers he read!
I know what it is.
It’s the breath count, from 300 years ago to the approximate number today.
This man…
I’m cold.
He was kept in the stone of Punlei for 300 years.
I can’t move, I can’t see the day.
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It’s not easy to talk in his mouth.
Hundreds of years of solitude, the language has deteriorated to the extreme.
I could only talk to him in the morning and spend a cup of tea to get close to him.
His words are becoming increasingly fluent.
Three months later, I finally let go:
“Why am I here? Go to hell and be sealed. I’m sorry.
I sat on a rock track, and I was silent for a moment, and I asked him, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
“How do you know?”
And We looked upon him, and looked at him: “At the end of his life, all the records of the three countries were incorruptible.
“A total of 13 people were executed, ten were executed and three were sealed. And the one in Pomlai is you.”
“I never thought anyone would remember us. “He laughs and laughs, and his tears fall from his eyes, and his tone is cold:
“I’m fine. Do you know where the other two are? Their broken gate is in the building of the city of the sea, so they will be locked into a comprehensible cage, crucified into a long nail, chained to death, and sunk into the sea floor.
“More terrible is that such a person is still alive.
“The drowning, the awakening. I’m sorry.
“Agent. * I’m gonna break him * I’m sorry.
It’s a tremor, and it’s incredible, “You…”
“I can read. I went through with him.
“The insects in your field are dead.” I’m sorry.
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Long dead silence.
Then I opened my mouth in peace, and the sound was in the deep stone hole, folded over the layers:
“My loved ones were killed by Ponglai. What should I do? I’m sorry.
“The copper bell.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
“The pagans shall have a bell of brass.” I also need to wear a silver bell on the handle if I have a long outing. The bell is soothing the worm. I’m sorry.
That’s why they’re looking at me.
In his speech, he revealed a strange excitement:
“Take all the bells off, and not more than three months, and take them down, and they will all walk away.” I’m sorry.
I’m still gentle with him:
“I know. I’m sorry.
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The censor system is now mature.
From low to high:
Zeinobia, Kimdan, Zeinobia, Zeinobia, Zeinobia, Zeinobia, Zeinobia.
All over Pomley, the masters of the great times, but only three. One of them is my master.
So…
The robbery period was less than 90 per cent of the total.
I’ve seen it since I was a kid, and I’m good at carpentry.
So it took me days to make a flying claw.
Every day, he snuck out of his roof and snagged his copper tongue.
I was scared when someone beat me on my shoulder, and I was standing on the porch.
Almost didn’t jump.
I was surprised by the way I overreacted.
What are you doing?
Turning back, it is clear that he has just returned from the hills with his red clothes and deer boots covered in mud.
She had a dead tiger in her hand.
The thin body, in stark contrast to the strong and powerful body of the tiger.
“Look at the crane in the sky. I smiled, “My home town is the village of cranes, it’s like I’m looking at people.” I’m sorry.
I asked her, “Where’s my sister? I’m sorry.
“Hmm-hmm. “Show the swallow to provoke his chin and show me this victory.
“The villagers nearby said the tiger attacked them, so I took care of them. I’m sorry.
She looked at me naked and laughed:
“I’ll have my brothers and sisters at the Central Court make you a tiger’s skin. I’m sorry.
My hand was just about to touch her sword with silver bells, whispering, hesitation or leaning.
“Thank you, Madam. I’m sorry.
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Soon, Pomley will be different.
A number of newly built students are in the middle of the night, screaming out of their homes, shouting “monsters” or “killing them all.”
The master immediately discovered the signs, the swift suppression.
And as soon as he waved with his hand, the power of the force of the force of the soul became red-eyed disciples on their knees.
“What happened? But you’ve learned your ways? I’m sorry.
And the evil works are not gradual, but they are done at once.
It is the most destabilizing for humanity.
It’s forbidden in all schools.
I watched the students who were about to collapse.
They shivered their hands and shouted unbelievably at Master and the rest of them:
“A monster!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha. I’m sorry.
The night was cold, I could see my master’s brows, he whispered:
“Bring them into the abyss of silence, Wei Wei, and visit them.” I’m sorry.
“Yes. “The Big Brother has fallen apart.
The master looked at me again, and waved the copper bell over the roof of the house, a little bit of detail, a big change in color, and he said:
“The copper bell is out of his mouth.
All the people around them, who are still awake, are booing.
I didn’t do it while I was around.
And all of the copper tongues that were pulled were in the feathers of the crane, and were scattered all over.
But I couldn’t handle it.
So, when a law enforcement student searched my room for flying claws, my heart sunk.
Master’s eyes were vicious, and I’m not sure what he could have guessed.
I bit my teeth when I saw the law enforcement student present to my master.
What’s the reason?
Damn it!
I shouted, “Student Goo…”
The law enforcer blinked: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I’m stuck.
When I had a headache, a lazy voice sounded:
“Hey, Mr. Goya, that’s the one. Master found out he was gonna scold us. I’m sorry.
The law enforcement student stayed in his footsteps and was surprised: I’m sorry.
You know, when you’re a thief, you shake your waist.
“See, from the money elders. I did it with that claw. I’m sorry.
His brother was so normal, he grabbed the law enforcement guy’s shoulder:
“The day before, Master Chan was so excited about this, he’s got it in his hand. Don’t you have to put me in a hysteria? Let me feed the rabbits and clean the leaves of Bonglai? I’m sorry.
Law enforcement student:
‘Give your brother a face, when he sees no good, then buy you wine.’ I’m sorry.
The law enforcement student took his claws back to Kimo:
“Go, go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.
“No next time.” I’m sorry.
When the law enforcement student leaves, Kimo throws the iron claws at me.
“I owe you my personal debt.” I’m sorry.
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It’s not too much of a “floating” event.
It’s all about the Zhiji students.
They were sent to the Valiant, and in less than half a month, their hearts were firm.
Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei He invited himself to law enforcement. I’m sorry.
That’s ironic.
I don’t know.
It’s confusing.
I looked up and saw Master waved:
It’s not their fault. I’m sorry.
“Yes. Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei This time the copper bell was, as was the last time my younger brother Tsuki was injured.”
Master took a look at him and looked at me again.
Nothing, but I know he suspects me.
A monk who’s lived for centuries, who’s not a human being?
Master: “It has been checked. It is normal that countries have been divided and the world has not been as peaceful as ever and that there are forces that are trying to overthrow me, Mount Penglai. I’m sorry.
And he laughed: “Bunlai has no fear of such a man. Come, die.”
The priest is under great pressure.
I was sweating behind my back, and I didn’t get away from him, and I said, “Look at me.
“Teacher is aggressive. I’m sorry.
Weiwei:
“Song Yan”
Timo:
Even the master turned his eyes unspoken.
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There’s nothing more to do.
But before I do, I need to figure out what’s going on with Timo.
Best way to get close to him — buy him a drink.
This day we come to the nearby town pool.
It’s in the plain, it’s like a grain barn for a few dozen miles, and it’s always a good crop.
The rice wine also smells good.
I’ve got a couple of coppers and I’ve got two good drinks.
“It’s just a bowl for my brother.” Too cheap?”
“What if we all have a sip of it, and we can’t let it taste better?” I’m sorry.
It’s okay.
The house was slanted and hunted in the afternoon.
I’m just trying to find out when I can’t talk about it.
“What does it feel like to be possessed, Brother?” I’m sorry.
“Who knows?” But…”
He smiled as if he were still free: “A chance to try.” I’m sorry to say it’s a success. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I don’t know if he’s funny or serious.
He can only be seen through the wooden table of the wine shop, where the species are shiver and have contact with the heart, lungs, brain and skull.
…is not dead.
I was silent for a moment, and I said, “Thank you for flying the claws last time. I’m sorry.
“You have to thank me for everything.” I’m sorry.
I’m stunned, and Kimo drinks clean wine, and he puts the bowl on, and says,
“Go, go, go. I’m sorry.
On that day, Kimo took me all the way down the street.
I’ll drink with him till the end.
Drinking with a door frame and throwing up on the street.
He looked all right. He smiled and said:
“You’re a bad drinker, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
I picked up the water rinse from the shop and wiped the horns with my back:
“No shame. You and your sister are at the same time in the mountains. I’m sorry.
Seeing me slow down, Timo took me off the street, humming:
“That’s her cheating, two machete, I can’t beat her all together. I’m sorry.
Go to the corner of the street, there’s a lint shop.
In the evening, the boss’s wife closed the stand, but the moment she saw Kimmo, smiled and opened her door:
“The man’s here to buy powder? We got a new shipment. Want to see it? I’m sorry.
I’m looking at Timo.
Thinking he’s really good.
I don’t think that’s too much of a platinum for a girl.
“No, the last shipment was waterproof. She used makeup and scolded me. “To pick out a wood. I’m sorry.
I said, “Ha…”
I said, “Why did you buy this? I’m sorry.
“or what? “Who do you think she is? I’m sorry.
I’m:
And I saw in silence that he was not in good shape, that he was not in good colour, and that he chose to choose a peach and wood, and paid for it in a bag.
Before he left, it seemed like he thought of something.
“What about the doll?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! I lost my head today. I forgot to hug him. Wait!
Said she ran back, took out a child of about a year.
Kids are so cute.
There’s a big eye like a grape, chewing hands, looking at me curiously.
I said, “You and your sister have children? I’m sorry.
27,
I didn’t think that Kimo would be in her arms.
Smiling, saying:
“Give him a name. I’m sorry.
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I was struck by lightning.
The day Master and his brothers picked me up, the uncle took my aunt with him.
He looked at his wife’s belly and looked at me and said:
“Sippa will be a fairy. When your cousin is born, you have to name him. I’m sorry.
I’ve looked back and said:
Why don’t you take it? I’m sorry.
Kiki, shaved a kid’s face:
“My brother has a headache when he looks at his teeth. I’m sorry.
I can’t stand it anymore.
Draw the sword with a sharp edge, stand on his neck, and his forehead struts.
Suddenly, the boss’s wife was stupid and she yelled:
“Hey, hey! What are you doing? Why are you turning your face? I’m sorry.
I didn’t mind her. I looked her in the eye and asked:
“What’s his last name?”
Brother, what’s his last name? I’m sorry.
Don’t raise your hand so little as to make sure your boss doesn’t take it easy.
“A year ago, I went to White Crane with five law enforcement cousins. Too many people walk around, it’s hard to fake, and the crystal explodes from the veins, and everyone dies. Only in the abdomen can the unborn child survive. I’m sorry.
The cymbal smile is completely gone:
“His last name is Pioneer. I’m sorry.
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A sharp blade, hemorrhaging on the gill.
Whatever he says about real geometry.
It’s not like Pong Lai is interested in being honest.
Even if he killed my family.
I can only tell myself that.
My hands are squirming, and I’m using all my senses to get my sword back.
And from a vigilant boss’s wife, a child with a tooth and a tongue.
He’s light.
Very soft.
Like a cloud in the sky.
And like a bird that stretches its wings and falls down on the Hung.
I whispered, “Ray, you call it.
“The hope.”
In any case, hope remains.
“Your parents are very good people.
“As for generations, you will call me brother. I’m sorry.
30
On the way back, Timo’s carrying a bottle of wine.
“Does he look good?” I’m sorry.
“Who?”
“The pipeline. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I thought he didn’t have eyes.
“In my eyes, he is a monster. It’s dark and ugly, it’s all over it, it’s a sticky eye, it’s a broken limb, and it’s a low-pitched whisper. I’m sorry.
I’ve been silent for a long time: “…it’s nice, it’s cute, it’s cuter than the rabbits of Punlei. I’m sorry.
I stopped and I was in the middle of Mount Pomley, flying in the autumn leaves, looking at Kimoido:
Brother, are you awake or confused? I’m sorry.
Kama stood two or three steps above me.
He stares at the linen of the palms, not answering my question, but says:
“A man who is true needs to build a valley early. Even if it does not, its diet shall be lightened. Otherwise, it would be a violation of the rules and a heavy penalty.
“They follow the rules, I’m an exception.
“I grew up in a family, rich and well-off, good wine, heavy salt oil, no spicy, and I’m always in trouble.”
Kama decompressed his waist and drank at his lips:
“But they don’t like it. There is good food that makes them weak. I’m sorry.
The fairyman always said that the food and the grains of the five grains made it easier for people to learn.
But I didn’t think.
The truth is so simple.
Timo still hasn’t answered my question.
It’s like answering my question.
And he turned around, and he was like a wine, and he was like,
“Look at me in the mountains, and say “Golden Jade.”
“and see the pyrotechnics, and the golden plumb.
“The wolf dog, the ghost.
“There’s been a big dream, a few autumns of life…”
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It’s winter.
And then winter.
It was a cold year, and some areas snowed in summer.
This winter is particularly difficult, even in the surrounding Mount Punlei.
And We placed the oil lamp on the ground, and set our legs in a hole.
The same calculation says:
“Son, the iron melts into your bones and continues to be cut. I’ve been reading books for six months. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He sprained his neck and laughed, “Nothing happened. What are you doing out there, being killed again? I’m sorry.
“Sneaking down the mountain, no one will find out. Everyone should be free. And I said, “Yeah, I failed. I’m sorry.
I said, “Now the copper bell, it’s impossible to touch it. They’re all cursed. I’m sorry.
I’ve been hanging a bottle of wine around my neck lately, so I can get a mouthful.
“Then find another way. I’ve been through hundreds of years. Can’t you wait for dozens? I’m sorry.
Right. I look.
Focus on the ice.
A flamingo is very quick.
I put it next to the oil lamp and watched it melt silently.
And then to process:
“As for the ancients, many dozens of fairies in Mingchun are going to host a fair, and so is the Sea’s Fairy Mountain.”
“Do you need help with the whereabouts of the other two seniors? I’m sorry.
This time, the process rose up, the eyes of the eyes were lost, and there seemed to be tears falling.
But it’s like I’m hallucinating.
Three hundred years of light grazed for him:
“No need. I’m sorry.
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Every dozen or 20 years.
And the gates of Mount Fairy will send people of the same rank to fight with each other and to fight in the same place, and see who can pull his head out.
by which ranking.
If you win, the prize will be great.
I built the foundation, and I wanted to be a dedicated champion, and to be a champion.
Surprisingly, Pomley got me first.
I was in a hurry to refuse.
Big brother Wei Wei was so comfortingly patting me on the shoulder:
“It’s all right. The beginning is weak, so it doesn’t hurt you. Let’s go practice. Otherwise, it’s too short. I’m sorry.
“So… what about my second trip? I’m sorry.
Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei! I’m sorry.
“So she’s second this year. He added: “The annual assembly of the British, known as “
Behind you, a group of seniors stretch out their heads and shout:
“Sister Pomley and her useless men. I’m sorry.
I’m:
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As one of the useless men.
I was pushed to the battle by ducks.
The rivals came from the 1,000-year-old Yeung faction, whose leader smote us with contempt:
“Oh? It’s been a long time. Why aren’t you hiding behind Song Yan this year? I’m sorry.
And I was politely punched and noded:
“Is Your Excellency a yin? Nice to meet you. I’m sorry.
There were a few laughs around me, and I remembered them as if they were wrong:
“Oh, it’s a young yin, it’s a mistake. It’s a very similar word. Sorry, sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, please…
A group of Shaoyang’s people were blinded by me.
Look at each other and send someone to the ring.
First, he was a squirt, he was a stupor, and he was not my opponent, and I kicked him out of the ring.
The second and third are the same.
The fourth one, Kim Dan, was swept out by me.
At this time, the noise outside the ring has boiled.
# Shouting in the throat #
“I’m good at this. _Other Organiser
I guess she wanted to say something like “sun-kids son of a bitch.”
But I didn’t hear that.
Kimo was afraid to break the bond between the fairies, covered her mouth and dragged her away.
Until the fifth, it was a first-rate priest.
He looked at me like he didn’t say hello, and he came at me with a sword.
I couldn’t wait to hit my shoulder.
It’s bloody.
I looked back and laughed at him:
“Your Excellency is two levels above me, and you don’t have to attack. I’m sorry.
Said I hit him in the back and stabbed him.
So the power came out of his shoulder and cut off his arm’s vein.
It’s good to see in perspective. It’s a good way to see the power of the opponent.
He’s invinciblely ejecting blood.
♪ On your knees, you ♪
Then We kicked him on the shoulder and threw him out.
Draw your sword.
Next. I’m sorry.
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I’ll start with five and make my brothers and sisters mad.
Shun Yan put a little water in it.
Not as ugly as the rest of the door.
In the end, dozens of us came back to Pongley with a bag of trophys.
Sitting in the shade, sitting against the trunk, laziness in the pillow arm, picking out the chin, siphoning it, explaining to me:
“So, every year, the gang of heroes, called, the Powlet robbers who come to buy. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Zheng Yan laughs:
“Come on, no one’s serious. Don’t teach the bad guys. And kung fu sitting on your lips? Get the firewood! I’m sorry.
Timo “hey” got up, stood up with the rest of his seniors, picked up the twigs and piled them up next to Song Yan.
The pros and pros will take the fire and turn the roasted deer.
When it’s done, it’s divided with a knife, and a piece is delivered by one person.
Scratch it again, and hit it with a knife on the hand that Kimo tried to steal.
“Today’s a celebration for my little brother, the rest of you, don’t be greedy! I’m sorry.
She stuffed me all the leftovers of deer meat, and saw the blood wound on my shoulder.
“I’ll get Big Brother to change you. He’s got the most steady hands. I’m sorry.
I’m like, “Well,” and I’m like, I’m like, “Oh, my God, I’m like, I’m like, “Well, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like,
This year we traveled back slowly, riding fast horses, walking around the river, almost all over the Miles.
I know, I’m ambivalent.
I hate this door pie.
Hates the slime behind it everywhere.
But I… like these people from the same door.
35
On Mount Punlai, the years traveled, and the springs and the autumns continued.
I get regular every day.
I’ll give him a little barbeque.
Sitting in the morning, reading in the afternoon and smelting at night.
At the end of the month, two days went down the mountain to relieve the people of their worries.
Half-yearly training in the field.
I’ve been down the mountain a lot.
“Hey, Zhui, do you have a girl who’s always running to Zhui Qi? Even if she’s a lady, she can have a kiss! We’re rich! I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but shake my head. Tell the people how to protect against flooding, store water against drought and cultivate sifting. I’m sorry.
“As opposed to the so-called legends of Heber’s dryness, and as opposed to those who are saved.”
They need to know more about how to solve such problems themselves.
Isn’t it?
“What?”
I added, “There are also worthless little things that can help them protect themselves from the beasts and the national cavalry that have been raging in recent years. I’m sorry.
Master touched his beard and slowly warned:
“It would be better to do nothing but make good.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Student! I’m sorry.
In the fourth year of Pomley, I happen to be 20 weak crowns.
The doorman gave me a crowning gift, calling me Dan.
You’re so mean.
“The Dans, the Zen, the Lotus. It’s just like your face. It’s like a little girl! I’m sorry.
He was kicked out by the admiral.
And the Great Brother Weiwei crowned me.
And he put his firm hand upon my shoulder as his father and his brother groaning:
“And from now on, we’ll be adults. I’m sorry.
Under the wide moon and white garments, We used to falsify our wrists and look to the top of the Mount of Powley.
Forty-two temples, mighty dragons.
As if the angels were watching.
The wind blows my hair up.
I suddenly don’t know how to describe the mood.
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If all the stories, there’s a turning point.
Then my first turn in my life will be three years of peace.
And We made crude chess with the people of the village, and the master fell in the wind, and the bones of the fair wind caused panic and worship.
The second turn was when I was shocked by the loss of my family.
Fairy Hill believes, and falls into ashes.
The third turn was my 20th year, late autumn afternoon.
And We broke the Buddha’s wrist and made three years of powder, and poured it into the water of Plenlai.
It gives the parasites at least two days to sleep.
The following evening, I went to see the last of the proceedings and, in accordance with his instructions, brought poison to fight the priest.
It’s the same as before: “Is it over? I’m sorry.
I told you the truth: “The later generations do not know.” I’m sorry.
And he was groaning, and We mixed the poison into wine, as though it were treasured and fine.
I’ve got another face.
“Are you still poking? I don’t want anyone around. I’m sorry.
And I fear no more his face, and it is light.
Go up, the procedure seems to be groaning.
Chain concussion.
And the whistling, buried in the ground forever.
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Back to the top that night.
It’s a windless full moon night.
I set a bow and arrow, and I started pointing at the copper bell…
Shoot!
This quickly caused a riot, and the disciples paniced and shouted:
What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Little Brother? Get down! I’m sorry.
“Yes, it’s not a child’s play. If the elders knew, they’d be punished!” I’m sorry.
I was standing on the ridge, I didn’t listen to them, and I put an arrow in my back and pulled the bow.
“Back,” a bell fell under the roof.
After half a cup of tea, there was finally a noise:
“The piper? Get down!
I shouldn’t have, and I said:
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I look to my side. It’s not far from the square. Wei frowns.
And he lays his hand upon the handle of the sword, as a lion with a tiger staring at him, ready to draw it.
I was in everyone’s shock and pointed my arrow at him.
He smiled again and put it down, saying, “Close these bad copper bells.” I’m sorry.
I can’t be afraid to see them too.
I’ll bend my bow behind my back and close my eyes to my wrists:
“I wanted to do this a long time ago. I’m sorry.
“The teacher treats you well. I’m sorry.
“Well, I know. I’m in favor of nodding, and I’m going to raise my voice. Is it the Mount of Fairy or the Hollow? I’m sorry.
Words just fell, chaos.
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I don’t know how to define a firecracker.
But right now, the crazy hundreds of people are no less than a bunch of demons.
They’re in fear of breaking the illusion.
I leaped, fell in my clothes, raised my finger to draw Wei’s sword, and said:
“You’re not my opponent if you fight hard. I’m sorry.
I built the foundation, even though Wei Wei had to.
But I’ve got a bunch of broken-down dark weapons.
At the same time, look at the direction of the psychical artery.
Together with these three or four years of experience, it’s enough for me to guess what their next move is.
Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei!
I looked at his tentacles, and I said to him:
“Brother, look at your Kim Dan. I’m sorry.
Shut up! I’m sorry.
Wei Qiang said, “You traitor, how dare you drug everyone to get away with it!” I’m sorry.
He thought of something like, “That time three years ago, you also lost your tongue.” I’m sorry.
“It’s me.” There’s nothing wrong with that.
We went out of our way: “The design brought in the cavalry so that the master mistakenly thought that the copper bell was a human being’s or mine.” I’m sorry.
I’m so mad at you.
“Simple traitor!” Master Fong closed the door and you opened the door. I’m sorry.
I said, “I didn’t ask Penglai. “I’m not gonna let you kill my family.” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I’m angry and I’m going to take a little skull out of my waist bag and turn it into a white skull and throw it in front of Weiwei, pointing at it:
“Big brother, you enter a hundred and thirty pages of Ponglai, you are in love with each other, and you are going to destroy the red dust.
“Yes! What a man! Great!
“This is from the grave of your Wei.
“You open your eyes and look at him. Is he your son of the full moon, or is he called a freak? I’m sorry.
The skeletal skeletal skeletal skeletal skeletal plaster.
Quiet, squirming at Wei’s feet.
It’s like he’s burned and kicked out without looking.
“Don’t fool me with these things. Maybe it’s your sword. I’m sorry.
He’s not convinced. He’s got a sword and he’s coming at me again.
The white bones in the way were crushed by him.
I looked at the broken bones, I didn’t look up, I stabbed the venom blade on my wrist, and I put it in Wei Zhenda.
“Pop.”
Wei Lin’s sword fell to the ground.
And I looked at him with mercy: “Sir, there are few six fingers. And this skull’s hand, six fingers. That’s your wife and child. I’m sorry.
Turning to the other side, the news came and was completely static.
Question:
“Do you believe the sister?”
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He didn’t answer immediately.
She stayed a long time and kept looking down at her field.
Agitatedly moaning silver blades.
She’s even unconsciously trying to help Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei.
It’s like lulling:
“…crazy, crazy. I’m sorry.
There was another wind in the mountains, and the clouds covered the full moon.
The copper bell is not ringing again.
Half of the faces of the decongest are in darkness, and the other half is covered by a blazing fire on top of the mountains, which will not end day and night.
My whole face, equally dark and clear.
Why don’t you just turn your back and look at her? I’m sorry.
She kneels on her head in pain, and her head breaks like a murmur:
“Why did I kill them? Let me think, when was the last time I saw my parents…”
All over the Pompey Mountains, ghosts crying.
And the Fire of the night is like the Fire of the Ghost, and it adorns the wood.
In this context, it’s been a while.
“Song Yan with red eyes, look up at me:
“Three years ago, the dryer, you asked me, “Why kill him?”
“Why do you ask? What do you see? I’m sorry.
We said, ‘You killed a little Shamiya, and fell on the ground in fear, smaller than me.’ I’m sorry.
It finally collapsed.
And she cried and screamed in the mountains, “Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah.
I looked down, and on my wrist was the fine wrist she made for me.
I hesitated for a moment to come forward.
But then, mutations.
Soon, he pulled the right machete and wiped his neck.
The eyes of the crystals have no focus, but only the last word.
“I gave them my life. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t stop it. Keep your hand up.
In front of her, she seemed to have been drained of all her strength and fell to the ground like the countless people she had killed.
Not at all beautiful.
The new Mid-Autumn dress that Kirmot just bought her, dyed with dirty ash.
I bit my teeth hard, stood silent for a long time, and I cried.
Put her on the ground and pick up the peach and wood.
Easy, not in her hair.
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And what about Timo?
He went down the mountain to steal wine and drink, and missed the water of the mountain, where he was drugged.
So the spirit is the clearest.
In the world’s madness, the gold cape of the kimono, with the sword, walk.
Even when I saw Wei’s body, I looked away and asked:
“What’s going on?”
And We crushed the brilliance of the wrists, and scattered the dust of the sky.
If it’s soluble in water, it’ll be colorless.
“With the help of my brother, special food can keep the worms asleep. I’m sorry.
“Wise. Timo didn’t look at me, looked away, “Doing what I dare not do.” I’m sorry.
He walked over like he was afraid of waking up a dream.
Half of them will be crouched down and the horns will be blown to the back of their ears.
Then he took her into his arms, kissed her in the eyebrow, and brought her to the obscurity of the neck, and set her straight in the tilt.
“Kill me.” I’m sorry.
I swooned.
“You didn’t kill Song Yin, but I should have come to you because of you. But I killed your family, even if I didn’t mean it — so we’re even. “Kill me.” It’s been a long time since we’ve had this crazy day! I’m sorry.
He’s also out of his mind, laughing in tears.
My thumb’s dead.
It took a long time to look forward to it and say:
“As you wish, Brother. I’m sorry.
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Three men, three forms.
Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei
He’s crying all the time.
It’s the wind.
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I stood for half a night in the cold of the autumn.
Looks like the runaways went crazy and passed by me.
Then he went up against the tide of men who fled in panic.
Walking through the long steps of White Jade and the clouds.
In the first light of the morning.
I broke the lock on the house.
Q: “Students, masters.” I’m sorry.
The master sits on the panty and opens his eyes.
He is still closed, and the worms in Danda are spitting out slimy silk, like the cocoon of springs, and they are about to wrap him in it.
In the late days of the robbery, in order to make a breakthrough, we have to go through this kind of cocoon —
A gold-dam.
It’s just like the elders who can’t move and can’t close their doors.
Master, I’m sorry.
“What happened last night to the mountains, you? I’m sorry.
“Not counting. I thought, “I didn’t force them to go all the way. I’m sorry.
The master laughed: “Screech the worm.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Teacher, do you know that Gindan is a wormball, with worms and worms…
The master of his old family will sweep the dust: “The devil’s word, the devil’s word.” I’m sorry.
The stingy chills roll over, and I’m lifted up.
In the great temple he shook his head and whispered:
“There is no shortage of such traitors in Penglai, 300 years ago, and there were also people who shouted “Awaken” and “Save” at night. I’m sorry.
In the suffocation, I looked down at him and shook his head:
“No one wants to shake your heart. But you should also look at the real world. I’m sorry.
The last one is broken.
The white powder drops.
But he’s still the same. He hasn’t been affected:
“Freaky. Besides, what’s true and what’s false?”
His speech is nothing but paranoia: “I believe, I believe, and I do not believe.” I’m sorry.
“Gada,” stinging pain.
I know, it’s the ribs that were strangulated and stabbed into the chest and lungs.
I coughed a sip of blood, and I laughed.
“It’s true what he said! It was you who chose this path. I’m sorry.
Three hundred years ago, he was also like me, a man of great piety, and took the rebellion he had witnessed as a sinner.
After the robbery, he closed his eyes and became a fairy without dust.
Understandable.
Who can give up on centuries of offerings, strength and standing?
When I heard my familiar name, my master dazzled.
He slowed me down and turned into a long torture.
Break your hand…
And I went on and on:
“Everybody believes what they see. They refused and could not believe the unknown. I’m sorry.
Break your foot…
“Are you saying it because it’s stupid, because it’s bloody, or are you in a difficult situation, which makes you feel more foolish? I’m sorry.
Break the spine…
After all, breaking the barrier is too costly to drive people crazy.
“You can read it, right? You never lose with them. “I was also confused, and it was only today that I found something. I’m sorry.
His old bass is like a spell:
“How can you be sure that it is not in your head that there is a worm, rooting and enticing you, that you wrongly think that we are all a bunch of ghosts, that we use all our means, that we will be demonized and that we will be destroyed?”
And he said, “What is it that draws on its nutrients?” I’m sorry.
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He has lived for hundreds of years and has been a direct target.
It’s been bothering me for three years.
I was tortured, even more suspicious than he was.
Doubting whether there is a higher god, using my hand to destroy the bugs.
The pain of broken bones and the ghosty whispers of my master, which confuses my mind and my pupils.
I breathed deeply and forced myself back.
Put your head down, pull the red wire out of your arms with your teeth and throw out the copper mirror.
“Of course I know the truth! “The copper mirrors fall apart, and there are faces of fear.
They’re all living in the States of Mixion.
They were watching in silence, me and Master in the temple.
And I said, “Well, isn’t it by the common people’s offering? And We changed these years, and sent them to all the regions of Kyushu, to give the testimony of the people, and whosoever is a Buddha, and who is a devil.
Since you and I both know it’s true.
That’s all, give it to the world.
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And it was as if We heard the voice of those who were far away.
Thousands, mixed whispers.
I saw the gold-lighted field of Danda’s master, dim, and the sticky worm spat out a long silk echo.
There is also the dust that will hang me.
I fell to the ground.
Stinging.
The scattered dust floats on me, and I can’t move, and I can’t move.
But he still stood up on the high stage and couldn’t move.
I made a exhausted laugh:
“Looks like I won. I’m sorry.
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I’ve been in pain for 10 days and I’ve been feeling a little bit of bone.
Five more days, I barely got up.
The last leaf in the late autumn floated from the ancient courtyard into the temple.
And it fell upon my chest, and I shook and lifted up my hand, and looked at it in the blue sky.
It’s a yellow vein, like the drying of the Yellow River.
Three days later, the sunset was falling, and I finally had enough strength to stand.
I struggled to get up, to pick up the sword and walk to my master.
He realized something and pointed it at my nose:
“Do you think this is the only one in the world?”
Do you think that those who yearn for strength and desire to be above all the people will be among us?
“Do you think this generation comes out of a system that never ceases to exist?
“Do you think they’re the only one?”
“What are you going to do to reverse the fate of God?
“And your eyes, your eyes Ha ha ha ha ha you want to know the truth?
“There’s a mountain down, and countless pursuits and intercepts, not to mention…”
He said the cruelest curse:
“You’re so naive that you won’t be next when you’ve mastered this power. I’m sorry.
“Don’t bother the master. I’m halfway down in peace, “If I ever meet a monk, I’ll ask you to turn back.” I can’t persuade anyone. I’ll kill one. I’ll kill one. I will not live forever, after my death, to pass down the method of identifying the bodies of the insects and the means of lowering them.
“Before I was passed on. There is no need to be afraid of thousands of Mount Xinjiang, the billion human beings.
“And I will never be them. I’m sorry.
And We cut off his head with a sword, and We drank of wine, and set on fire this Mount of Fairy, a thousand years old.
And We turned back on our backs with a blazing fire.
I laughed in the fire.
I didn’t look back.
The end–
□ Monument Mountain still filed number: YXA1pJ1EeGvuA348Q5mC5E5D
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
