What do you do when you’re wearing a sanctuaries and you’re turning into a vicious woman trying to seduce a man?

You fly back in a strangely ugly position, and the master holds the sword across from you, in white and white.

Yes, you’re being beaten up by the hostess.

It’s the fifth day you’ve passed through Sensei to become a vicious woman. You’re actually a good girl, and it’s not bad to burn your head once in a while, but it’s a little late, and the owner of your body has begun the path of the villain.

You remember this story, it’s the beginning of your abuse by the hostess, and the author used two whole chapters to describe how you were beaten.

And when the golden fingers of the master were first opened, and he was given the ultimate sword, and your father-in-law died, and all your guests ran away at night, and you lost your trust.

The hostess has been able to blow you away, even though she can only use one tenth of the power of the sword. You fell back into the ring and were forced to do roll-overs on the floor, rubbing the floor with light. One of the first disciples, who held the twilight, was moved by tears and whispered to you.

The hostess is coming again. Get up and do your best. The master’s fairy sword and your sword struck together, and your mouth and arm were sore, light and take off again the next second.

All fairy-watching students take a breath. You’re trying to recover your dignity, and you’re going down in a slightly elegance position, and suddenly you see the man who walks through the crowd.

The evil woman in the book fell on purpose at the feet of the male master and spits blood in the arms of the male master, who succeeded in making him think that she was an evil woman with the heart of a snake. The female partner also allowed the man to take the initiative to heal himself, to seduce the man on the left side, and to push the man’s and the woman’s emotional line to an irreversible height of dog blood.

You’ve been very generous in the comment section: How can a vicious woman like this end up with no one else? I’ll abandon the book if the author doesn’t let her go to hell!

The comment was the best one, and the author replied to you: “I’m sure you won’t let me down!”

Now your heart is very sorry.

01

And then the man saw you coming at him. Thanks to the previous series of green teas, you were a clean white Lotus sister in his heart until you took off his clothes this evening. So the man jumped up to save you.

And she was still standing there, as if you were in a state of confusion over this common sword, he hesitated for a while, and flew on to you.

You’re about to crash into the master’s arms, and you’re thinking about what you’re about to do tonight’s night with your eyes closed, and you’re going to do your best to re-orient and drill right under the master’s arm.

The hostess just jumped up and grabbed your leg, “Stabbing,” and the underside of your dress was ripped off and the hostess fell into the arms of the man.

You look at this scene and you finally smile like an old mother and then you fall on the floor and eat shit.

You’re lying on the ground, and before Venus, you almost said goodbye to the world, but no one came to pull you. You’re used to being a man who claims he has a thing of purity, and when an outsider encounters it, he is slapped in the ear, and no one dares to come to suffer.

You tried to turn over, you were a little dark in front, and you heard the man call you, and suddenly there were white boots in front of you, and you grabbed them, “Big brother, it hurts me, help me.” I’m sorry.

Just now, it tickles in your throat, coughs on your own, chokes out your mouth.

You feel your image is being destroyed.

You heard the sound of surprise coming from around. You think there’s a smell in your mouth, and it’s finally dark, and you look down and you see blood on the master’s white boots.

You: ..what a ghost, the bloody story cannot change!

When the wind rose, someone came up to hold you, and asked, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.

You turn your head and you’re shocked: “Why is there another man?”

You looked up at yourself, and you saw a cold face.

This look, this look, this look… is that you, man?

The second man in the book, who has been very high, has always been the light of hope for the people of the house, but is warm and warm to the woman’s master, who has chosen the man for the sake of her self-destructing and suffering. The man turned into a monster and turned himself into a villain, BOSS, which ended up being wiped out by the Lord together, putting the town of the spirit into law and never going to last.

When you first saw the chapter where the man 2 was killed, you and countless readers were commenting on the author of the curse in the area, shaking the flag to hope that the man 2 would not fall in love, that Dude would do it in the end, that he would take it seriously, and that she would not have to do it again.

You look at the man and the man looks down at you. You’re excited to say, “Sir!” I finally saw you! I’m sorry.

The two men didn’t even look at you, and said, “Sir, I only saw you yesterday. I’m sorry.

Wait.

You suddenly remember that the two men have always looked at the green teas of “you” in flames, never looked in the cold, never looked at you in the face, been in trouble with your sister’s status, and your relationship has been in sharp tension.

But it’s nothing. The worst thing is that the man’s personality has changed after he’s possessed, he’s got a hard heart, she’s got it in his hand, and she’s been tortured like an adult – physically.

Remembering the classic strangulations in the book, a moment of coolness, when you were raised by a man, you almost fell down on your knees and hit him three times, saying, “My concubine is wrong and never dare.”

The lord looked pale on your forehead and sweated and immediately expressed concern. You step back and keep a safe distance from him, which means you don’t know each other. And she came to apologize to her, and he blamed her: ‘Why do you do this to her, knowing that she is worse than you, and that you do not have the weapon of God? I’m sorry.

The hostess leaned on her lips, and there was no argument. Before you could fix the two pieces, the two men said, “Do you blame others for their skill? I’m sorry.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him)!

And wipe your sleeves, and praise the male, and say: “Teacher is right. I’m sorry.

Man, I’m sorry about the way you’ve been taking it. And you hastened to persuade the man to go back to his way: “Big brother, don’t blame her.” I’m fine. I’m sorry.

And in order to reassure the man, you have made a smile, and you have shown it to all those present, to prove that you really are resistant to beating.

The crowds are all over again. And the male lord hesitated, and you came near, and you said, “Big brother, I ask you to do it in plain sight,” and he whispered, “Sir, you have blood all over your teeth.” I’m sorry.

You twisted your head and licked your teeth like an old dog. The man who wanted to talk to him, the woman who was speechless, and the man who had no expression, said, “It’s my sister. I’m sorry.

You: …you really hate me, man.

The elders came in to check your veins and say that your internal injuries were so great that it would be better if you didn’t leave the disease behind.

The cave is located in the back of the hill, where no one can see it, and where it has a strong vibrancy, which is an excellent place to be upgraded, but where the pit is limited, except for one of the most important pupils of the elders himself and his subordinates, where there is a fixed cavities, and the rest of the public cavities have been very nervous, and the registration queues are often six months later. Your Lord is the one who heals his wounds in the Cave of the Spirit while the male lord does not do him any harm.

Indeed, the man immediately said: “Senior sister goes to me.” I’m sorry.

You saw the lady hold the sword in secret. Say, “No, no. I can go to Master. Brother Rehab is in the middle of it, don’t delay for me. I’m sorry.

He said: “The great spirit is too strong for you to bear it now, and it is better for you to suffer from it than it is for you.” I’m sorry.

The male Lord looked at you and said, “I know that the sister-in-law is kind, but you are in great distress, and you are in no hurry to improve.” I’m sorry.

You had to try and shed a few tears on your master. And when Master turned away from you, and you were trying to brag about him, he turned to a man who had nothing to do with himself, and said, “Bring your sister to you for a few days.” I’m sorry.

You: ?

I can’t believe it. You’re black and fainted.

02

You wake up and it’s dark. You’re in a small cave, you’re lying on a cold, cold stone bed, not far away with a rock table and chair, and you light a little candle on the table. The spirit in the hole makes you stop being suffocated and you get up with candlesticks and look around. A few volumes of the scriptures were stacked on the table, and Chu gave notes, unknown whose handwriting it was; the holes in the wall were dug into a cabinet with ink in it. In the corner, there is an unlaced simulette box, which contains a few half-new, old-fashioned door coats. Pick up one more than that, man.

A cold fragrance in the hole, you smelled it for half a day and then you smelled it clean.

“What are you doing?”

When your hand shakes, the candle falls from the candlestick, and you see it falling on your body, and you are caught by one hand, but when you blink, you put it back firmly. The candles shivered for a moment to calm down and shine on the face of the man.

You throw your clothes back, you kick your ass, you close your suitcase, you get a bad excuse like “I found a bug crawling in the trunk.” He looked at you in cold, and it was like a book about what he had tortured after he had fallen into evil. The shadow of the candlefire was beating in his face, and the more you looked at the torture chapter of the book, the more you were thinking about it, the more you didn’t feel the sword in his hand.

He asked, “What are you blushing about?” I’m sorry.

“I have a very high heart rate, high blood pressure, and high adrenaline. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“I’m… I’m dizzy. I’m sorry.

You go back to your bed and sit down, and you calm down, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Man 2: “My place, I’m still here?” I’m sorry.

You said, “I’m still healing.” I’m sorry.

The two men said: “Salve your wounds, and I have trained me.” “Go ahead. I’m sorry.

You’re starting to wonder if you had enough water in your head to write long reviews in the middle of the night in the book area.

On the other side of the cave, a piece of ground, which is very low and similar to a bed, is just slightly above the ground. You fell so hard today you barely sat down. He didn’t even look at you.

This moment you feel like you’re growing up and you’re never going to like the role of a dog in a novel like that for a girl who doesn’t have a heart. Sioux, as a novelist, just wanted to screw his head off.

You tried to sit down, but your legs hurt too much and you had to give up. And finally, you’re going to be home-sitting — Goe lie down.

You remember the story of the novel, and you think of the man who died in his profession, forced the man to fail, and framed the woman, and the man who fell in love with the woman, and set him up against the man, and ended up in evil, and the man who was tortured by the evil man to death, and the man who stood by and watched, and finally the woman who couldn’t bear to see her suffer, and the sword gave her joy.

The more you think about it, the more you look at him, the more you feel like Hannibal, the less you feel. Who’s the villain?

You’re starting to think about how to save yourself as a villain.

First, please don’t stand in the way of men and women.

Secondly, keep away from the male, and pray to him, day and night, that he should not corrupt the devil’s newspaper, and that he should harm himself.

Third, abandon the lead actor’s play line and head for a free new continent!

This is a perfect plan, and the first step is to die: – You have no money.

After all, it’s a fair world, and it’s a matter of honor or of speaking. The pagans are ashamed to talk about money, and all their disciples are handing over their property, and they’re clean.

You suspect this is a financial conspiracy.

Yes, the pharmacists are precious, but ordinary people are priceless because they don’t have the basics, they eat it for three seconds, they don’t have a price; they have good magic, but they can’t get it, and their pagans are self-reliant and never buy second-hand; and they wear the so-called “Pretty Material Advanced Cuts” – the so-called “high-cut” – and because ordinary people wear what they think is dull and boring and unfavourable clothing markets.

Oh, it’s for a two-way trader in Sanctuary? The men and women of the Ministry of Justice are worried about the absence of words, and the legal circles of the hymens are always as lonely as snow.

You’re very demoralized, starting to think about how to make money.

The food and clothing industry in the househouses is allocated, and the money-bearing business, such as procurement, is handled by the generalists, who are despised by the “senior” like you, who are only responsible for cuisine science and communication, and do not live on this hill; the only paid sector on this hill is the executive office, commonly known as the executive branch — and, of course, by a few names: the home-storage reserve. In the future, senior elders, who are expected to provoke the future, are usually assigned to work at the grass-roots level for several years in the Deacon.

Obviously you’re not qualified.

– But the other elites are good.

It seems he’s finished. You clear your throat and be gentle: “O my brother.” I’m sorry.

The two men ignored it.

You keep working on it, “Sir?” I’m sorry.

“Sister, I’m sorry for what happened to my sister, and you’re complaining about what happened to her, and you’re giving me a cure. I’ll change things from now on. I’m sorry.

“Sister, talk to her. I heard you’re in the Deacon? Must be exhausting. Did you raise your salary?”

Since you sent two elders to practice their work in a series of imprudent and violent manners, the politics have become more busy. I’m sorry.

You: ..come on, I know I don’t deserve the gentleness of the master.

After a while, you heard it raining out there, and the noise was growing, and it was woven, and it was getting colder. Then you really got cold, and the wind came in through a long tunnel, full of tides, and you swung your shoulder around, and it felt like it was a white succulent.

And you looked not far away at the suitcases, and you turned your back on your face and tried to open them, and the man suddenly got up and got out of bed.

You get down on the ground, one arm on the ground and the other hand on the ground, with a long hand, with a box cover, a master of behavior.

You’re…

He asked, “What happened to your leg?” I’m sorry.

You look down, your calves are coming out of the dress torn by the hostess, and you’re showing the tattoos, the reds, and it looks like it’s after the internal injury. This disease is not insignificant, but if it is misled, it is endless.

You just tried to cover it up. The man’s got a candle on his head. Hold your knee.

You covered your face.

Five days ago, you came over, you didn’t get used to your new life, and you were in the temple. You were bored in the temple, insomnia in the night, thinking of the first point you came to the world, and you used the ink of the house to draw a glimpse of what had happened.

So you drew a giant goose in your leg with its wings wide open.

Yeah, you almost died when you came into the world. Then the next morning, she released you, and you bathed together, and you found it awkward that you could not wash away.

In half a day’s time, the graffiti on your body was spread all over the division, and the same door looked at you differently. Although he’s with you, he’s always been alone, and looks like he didn’t know about it, or maybe he’s been shaken by your amazing art, and he hasn’t spoken for a while.

You said, “Sir, I can explain. I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to talk to me too much.” I’m sorry.

You:

Man 2: “What’s the matter with you?” I’m sorry.

“This, this is the geese?” I’m sorry.

Man 2: “It’s a waste of time. The guava will not wash off, but will be skinned. I’m sorry.

You said, “Well, brother, I don’t know what you mean. I’m sorry.

The two men look at you in cold blood: “Only these false intentions, they want to come to me?” I’m sorry.

You’re shocked. The author has never written that the man is a brain-composed monster.

“Sun Goose Fai, you think I’m in love with you and draw a geese on me?” Brother, it’s a goose! I’m sorry.

03

You’re embarrassed for the male, you’ve got a million-mile map on a rock with your hand, and he’s very steady, and he’s got nothing to fall on, and he’s thinking about your face. You sit in the corner and hide from the wind. He knows no mercy, but he should have been the master’s licking dog.

Seeing the candles after midnight, you’re so cold, remembering your luxury bedroom, “I’m going back.” I’m sorry.

Two men finally gave you a look.

When he was coming out of the hole, he turned to you and blocked his way: “The master is dead.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll come back tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“Hand out. I’m sorry.

You were trying to be cool, but the guy was obviously cooler than you, so you had to put your right hand out. The two of the men, who reached out and looked at your pulse, seemed to think that there was really nothing wrong with him, moved the way and put his finger to the umbrella in the corner.

And you: …as for being so distasteful, at least it’s a beautiful woman who has a hundred miles to pick, will you lose a few more fingers?

You waved and said, “Sister, don’t give it to me” and walked out a few steps, and suddenly you tripped with a stone and almost fell.

Looking back, the man looked at you and said, “No.” “It’s time to go back.”

You feel that life without the hostess is too real.

There was only one way back to the mountain, and you could not have the sword, you could have taken half a day in black, you stepped on a muddy water, your teeth were frozen and you sang RAP, and you thought you were the worst-looking writer in history.

Suddenly there was light in the lanterns, and there were two other people, and you looked at them for half a day, and one of them looked like a man. And you do not know how you can recognize the back of a man, who is probably too fond of a man, and who has developed a muscle memory.

You go right into the middle of the grass, you approach the man with care, and you see who the other man is. There’s no such story in the novel. After all, it’s time for you to put the man down.

You come closer and closer, and you even took out the little steps of military training, and you finally saw it — the master.

You crouched in the grass, one hand with a bamboo umbrella, the other hand with your mouth covered, and the words that would unite the CP party all over the world: Finally! I got the real CP!

The male and female masters, while maintaining a single umbrella and having a safe distance between them, do not prevent you from considering the names of their children. You’re one of the fastest-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go.

What’s that?

You almost lost your heart, you struggled, and you managed to do it, and the monster behind you pulled out, you ran, and you looked back and you said something that didn’t fit the core values:

“Save! There is a ghost! I’m sorry.

Your voice is full of joy, and your echoes are a shock to even those who chase you. But if you can’t run without legs, you’ll be caught by the claws that describe you as horrible.

And she came down from the sky, and pulled you back, and you fell down, and you rolled in the mud, and she rose up, and she stood alone, and she stopped and fought.

You suddenly think lilies are good.

And the next second the man comes, the couple loses their money, you can even do a live broadcast. The hostess solved the last grievance and the man asked, “Are you hurt?” I’m sorry.

First, the lady master smiles and shakes her head.

You think you’re qualified to open a marriage agency.

The Lord had just asked you how you were here, and suddenly you saw the black air re-emerging and turning into a giant swarm, slamming away the woman!

You can’t take the CP anymore. The power of bitterness has increased, and the man alone can barely resist. You raise the hostess while cheering the boys, and you quickly escape the BOSS range. When the voice fell, the man was injured, and you decided to shut up.

The hostess wakes up and spits a sip of blood, and you’re so busy finding a spirit in her mouth from the bag: “Sir, don’t panic. You’ve got the lead. I’m sorry.

She looked at you for a while and said, “You will save me.” I’m sorry.

And thou tookst the head of the photographer with thy mercy, and saidst: Sister, do not fall in love with me. Go fight weird. I’m sorry.

But there’s no match between men and women. You’re so speechless: there’s no guard at the back of the hill? It’s a nonsense without logic!

As if he were a mind-reader, he said: “Tonight’s food is forbidden in the mountains. We have not received a warning from the mountains. I think the post has fallen. Tell the elders!” I’m sorry.

You look down at your legs and it’s almost dawn. You said to the hostess, “Go, Sister! I’m sorry.

Then, when she departed from the sword, you returned to God, and an gruesome arrow came to you, and you fled, and the second arrow came, and you cried out, “Saving for help,” and suddenly a sword came upon you, so that the black fog before you was washed away.

Oh, my God, there’s still a dead end system?

And look at him, he’s got a man in his back, and he’s so excited. I love it!”

And the males drew their swords towards the spirits, and did not forget to sweep thee in cold, and said: Lo! it is light. I’m sorry.

You: all right, you fight hard, you say everything right.

The male lord said, “Go to the cliff! I’m sorry.

As soon as you heard about the cliff, you remembered what this was about.

In the novel, your principal is about to do good with the master, and the master enters, and sees you running away as if you were in every dog’s blood novel. Without your magic constraints, the master awakes, sees your true face in anger, sees the face of the master in the rain, doesn’t come out of her heart and heart.

They ran and chased, and the author put three chapters in the water and finally wrote it in the wilderness below the foot of the mountain. The male master suddenly learned that he had been unwittingly attracted to her. At this point, the spirits of the world of ghosts came and took the best of the spirit, and the master went to save her, followed her to the edge of the cliff, and without hesitation jumped down with her and entered the realm of ghosts.

The question is, now that the hostess is gone, where are we going?

Not waiting for you to come up with a light body, but he was raised up, and he ran with his lord to the back. And he pursued you, as if he could catch you at any time, and you panicked, and he looked at you, and said, “Sir, you are proud. I’m sorry.

You: who the fuck takes advantage of you at a time like this?

As soon as you get to the cliff, you’ll be dumped by the second man. You see the symmetry around you, and guess that most of it is hidden, and the man probably wants to start the symmetry and seal it here.

And yet wait for the male lord to cast a curse, and suddenly the soul came upon you, and you drew your sword against it, but it was not strong enough, and it was blown out.

The male master and the male two were able to save you at the same time, and the spirit fired a thousand black mists, and the male master threw you down, but the male two were trapped in the fog as he stood up, and then flew out, and the sword drew a long mark on the ground, one knee, and remained steady. The mist again condensed and the male master could not save him, and it struck the male in the chest, and the male in the second out of the blood, his shirt was broken, and a green thing flew out of his shirt and headed down the cliff.

You’re surprised that the brain hasn’t responded yet, and the body has already jumped on it and caught it.

Your hand is warm and cold, and you almost burst into tears: I’ve got the baby to replace three cities!

You’re not waiting until you’re halfway out there, and you’re suddenly a force in the front, and the next second the fog comes, and you hear the sound of the male master’s “sister” in a very distant place.

Wait! Fuck! That’s not how the script came from!

04

You’re shocked by this gravitational acceleration.

What’s wrong with physics in this world? Archimedes Newton Galileo, help me!

The fog binds your hands and feet, and you can only bite your teeth and feel that it stimulates the loss of weight that can be reborn on the spot.

Master, on the score of your innocence, you’d better take that blind-eyed lead with you!

– Wait, I don’t want to rob the girls’ play and the men’s hard copies of all kinds of hell. Let me hang on to a tree and I’ll have a blessing.

There’s a thunderbolt coming out of the whirlwind, a flurry, a cold wind like a knife.

What the hell is a river or a sea under a cliff?

A cliff jump, even a map?

The mistress jumped under the cliff, and there was an old-fashioned escort! Now, what’s the area where you fall from this high into the water with the concrete?

You hear a thundering thunder on your head, and it burns like hell, and it cools all around you, and the sound disappears, and the cold water comes from all sides.

The only idea you have is that there’s a double death, and the world is too bad for the girls.

Then you die.

05

You opened your eyes and found yourself alive.

Big up and down are exciting.

The sky is dark, the light is dim, and the green and dark flames fly in the mid-air. The earth is full of grass, the trees are dead and stoned. This picture is similar to the ghostland written in the novel, but the woman in the play fainted in her white dress across the sea, and the man fell in love with the beauty, Mary Sue.

Upstretched from the earth, all you can see except the rocks. There’s a huge deep, watery puddle not far away.

Women have no human rights.

Thank God you’re all here. You look at the jade that you’ve been holding in your hand, you find it intact, you’re at last relieved, and you wipe it with your sleeves. You held on to your only life, and you repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing weird around you, and you finally blew your whistle and tried.

There was only the wind. You said, “Hello, Siri?”

It’s hard not to get a new copy, not even a story for the NPC. Can play?

You can only advance. When the wind is cold and seven turns around, the path becomes narrower and the mountains on both sides draw closer, as if they were a single sky. You hesitated at the fork in the road, and suddenly you blew a warm wind. The air’s getting warmer, and the rocks around the corner show fire, you don’t shake, you walk faster, and you hold your sword tight.

The walls go deep into it and form a natural cave, and look carefully, and there’s a strange, empty bonfire in the deepest corner.

The wind in the hole almost wiped people out, and you hesitated for a while and went in.

You’re under fire, very satisfied. When the fire weakens, and you see what appears to be in it, you set it up with a sword. It’s black and dark, and there’s a little flash in it, and you recognize it for half a day and find it’s two gold rings. And that black-and-black thing seems to be holding hands!

And when thou wast afraid to jump, behold, two little lights were on the wall of the cave, and thou askedest: Who? I’m sorry.

No answer. And thou hast barely gathered your strength, and by the fire of the bonfire thou hast brought forth a fire in thy hand, and cast it upon thy wall, and it shall burn it into little flames, so that it may rise up in the earth, and the wall may shine. And thou seest there a cork, covered in a small mountain, whose eyes are the twin lamps.

Shit!

If you pull your legs out, you run, and the wind comes, and the python comes after you, and you jump, and you’re just running away from it. But the mountains are narrow, the space is limited, and on several occasions you almost died of snakes. The python hit his left to his right, with enormous force, and the rocks splatter, and you quickly ran out of energy, and the last rolled back to avoid a piece of rubble, and almost threw the sword out.

It seems as if the serpent is awe of your sword, and you are afraid to go forth, and you are reluctant to sway it. You’ll never be afraid of rats and cockroaches, but you’ll get you a XXXL on the way up. Half your size, half your size, you listen to the specs rubbing on the ground, and you’re all goosebumps.

Your body is not so bad as it is, but you were not able to travel long enough to use it, and now you are able to do it in order to participate in it as hard as it is at night. Your sword is no better than the master’s old weapon, but it is the ultimate one, but you and it are still in a state of grinding, and you are not able, except for the sword.

The python is ready to attack, and you sway with one shot, and it’s scared away. When you think of the answer in your heart, you throw your sword at your sword, and the python throws its tails at you. “Swords and swords are so high, you lift your sword to the python!

The python threw up red cores and suddenly rose up, and a pair of hard wings opened under the snake’s belly and flew!

You’re just looking at the mouth of the bloodbath, screaming, “fuck” and holding your head back and rolling under the snake.

Damn it, even snakes have gold fingers!

And the python slammed upon the wall, and rocked it, and a rock came, and it hit you in the nose, and it smote you with tears. You haven’t thought of your last words yet, but you’re covered in swords, and you’re covered in collars, and you’re up, and you’re crushed by snake tails!

You look at your head, and you’re so excited, you’re crying. I’m sorry.

And the male took the sword from your hand, and said: “Let me use it. I’m sorry.

Your swords are purified and seem to be dissatisfied with the change of Lord. And the two men dragged you away from the python, and held their hands hard, and the sound of the sword stopped, and a dragon shouted, and the sword prevailed.

Only the two men whispered a few spells of the spell, and the sword was raised in vain, and the sword was strangling, and you were cut with the sword. Then he set you free, so that when you were ready, you fell down, you were not injured, and you turned your head, the man was struck with one sword, and the sword was long enough, and he split the python out of it, like a spring of blood, spilling all over the place, and you fled, and the air was full of anger.

The deadness was restored in the mountains, and you looked out of the rocks, and you were watching the male two swords coming, throwing down the blood on the sword, and handing over the handle. You reach out and pick up, but you see your hands shaking. The man bends over and puts his sword in your hand. The sword is heavy, you don’t hold it steady, it falls on the ground.

Man two: Get up. I’m sorry.

You said, “I can’t move. I’m sorry.

You’ve been crouching on the ground for a long time, your legs are numb, and suddenly you’ve got another hand.

You didn’t shake your hand, you ripped off the man’s sleeve, and then a stride came along and picked you up. The man pulls back his sleeve, kicks under his feet, falls in his hand with a long sword, then goes back to your sword.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

You shake your head and give it back to him. “Thank you very much. “Why did you get this back for me?” I’m sorry.

Say, “Because of value this is the only thing your mother has left you.” I’m sorry.

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

…it’s a leak!

You said, “Uh I heard you talking to someone. I’m sorry.

Man 2: I’ve never told anyone about this. I’m sorry.

“I hear you in my sleep.” I’m sorry.

Man 2: I never dreamt. “How can you hear me?”

He wrinkled his head and seemed very suspicious. “Well, I guess.” I’m sorry.

Men have no expression. You feel nervous about your neck, and suddenly you touch what is on your neck. “Because my father left me too.” I’m sorry.

And you drew out the gills on your neck, and made up a story of the hearts of the poor parents, and groaned, and said, “What my father left me is left with a sword and this.” I’m sorry.

And thou hast touched thy soul, and hath not forgotten the story: I heard from my master that thou art of thy birth, and guess that thy past may be like mine. I only felt sorry for the disease, not much. I’m sorry.

Two men just look at you. You’re lying down, pretending to be crying, and you’re about to steal, and suddenly you’re looking at Supac. Man 2 says, “Screw your face.” I’m sorry.

You said thank you, and that’s when you realized that your forehead was full of cold sweats. You’re a little embarrassed by the stain on the plaque: “I’ll wash it up for you.” I’m sorry.

“No need. I’m sorry.

The man in the white dress, with only a little blood and mud, is still very cold, although it does not seem to be so annoying.

And the night is thick, and the males call out the night bells, and lead the way in front, and you hold your sword behind him. The night beads are strong, they float in the middle of the sky, and light up the side of the male side and his shoulder. It’s a bit embarrassing to recall that you used to cry and hug the man. Thinking of the oxen-swords of the male, and thinking of his new village technique, this might be the real version of the “Big Dog with the Dog.”

..and yet, you look so handsome.

You sneezed at him until he looked back at you, and you realized you didn’t know when to call out “sister.”

So you did not say the following, and the embarrassing index rose so that you went around, and suddenly you saw him empty-handed, and asked, “What is your sword?” I’m sorry.

The two men understated: “We lost them.” I’m sorry.

You: ?

Before turning into a lover’s brain, the two men in the novel were only interested in the cuisine-teaching of swords, allegedly wiping them 20 times a day. Can a demon like this lose a sword?

You’re curious to ask, the man has never answered. You had to go all the way to talk to yourself and say, “What the hell’s going on?” “What the hell’s going on?” “The water’s coming back to the door,” and you said, “This is a ghost’s world. I’m sorry.

You ask, “Can’t we just go back?” I’m sorry.

The man who looks at you implies a little compassion for your IQ.

You: well, I guess I asked another stupid question.

You shrugged your shoulders, ready to blow up this awkward page, and the man and the man didn’t continue to hang on to you, and explained in three words: the space cracks that connect the ghostland can only be opened and last for a short time. He tried to tear the space apart and escaped, and he killed it first with a thunderbolt, but you had fallen into the entrance and had to leave a sword to keep it running.

You were very moved to hear the man’s sword come to his rescue after having been desolate: the enemy returned to his home, and at a critical moment you were able to count on each other. Then the man stopped and turned, and you didn’t stop, and ran into him. And before you could think of anything more pink, he said, “No. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“Today is the Sun.” I’m sorry.

“What is it?”

“If you don’t just go to class and make powder, you know it.” I’m sorry.

You nod your head like a tweak, “The teacher taught you a lesson. I’m sorry.

“The Day of the Sun” is the day when it is said that all ghosts are born. There’s a ghost town in the realm, where the divine ghost lives, and the ghost is in a dark prison without seeing the sun, and only on the day of the month when it’s “the sun.” It may be possible to open the entrance or enter a ghost town for chaos, and it is impossible to eat one another from the shadows.

And count: “Don’t panic, the sun is tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

Man 2: Today. The time in the ghostland goes faster. I’m sorry.

And suddenly it became darkened, and in the silence you heard clearly the heartbeat.

You: ..so bad for me.

Man 2: Let’s go. Get into Ghost Town. I’m sorry.

You gave him the sword: “The sword passed.” I’m sorry.

“This is your sword.” I’m sorry.

You remember that the man is an abnormal person who thinks that the sword also has chastity, and says, “It’s all right, it’s the situation. It understands. I’m sorry.

That’s why you picked it up.

You stand behind the man’s back, grabping his clothes, screaming in cold wind, and you hear the sound of sand and sand coming out of the wind, and you ask, “What’s the sound?” I’m sorry.

The two men said, “Don’t look back. I’m sorry.

Don’t say such creepy things at night!

You caught him even harder, you smelled the fragrance of him, and you remembered him for the sword he had fallen in the river for you, and you jumped twice in your heart. And what is it that thou rememberest? askest thou: Thou hast killed the soul with a thunder curse, when it seized me; and how then didst thou let it strike but one man? I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer. You take the opportunity to learn from the big man, “Sir, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.

He said, “Live and die.” I’m sorry.

You said, “…so you cut me up? I’m sorry.

You stomped your own mouth: Let you jump!

06

The gates of the city are far away, and there are only a few wagons running on the main road to the gate, with the cars and horses hanging in half empty and without sound. He suddenly fell and you almost fell. The last wagon was coming closer, and he said, “Get up. I’m sorry.

You’re heading for the road. You hear the sound of sand and sand when the insects crawl, and look in secret, as if there were endless shadows in the woods.

The further you get, the more you try to catch up, the less the spirit moves, the better it is than military training. And lo! the two of the males stopped, and were hidden behind a tree, and looked at thee as a cow, frowning, and said: The soul is made by its breath, and it is held down. I’m sorry.

Tortoise can make the living lose their breath for a while. You’re silent, but it doesn’t work. The sound of strangeness around is getting closer, and the man is staring at you, and you’re sweating like you’re being called blackboard by a teacher in high school.

The two men seemed to be unbearable: “Remember the sound.” I’m sorry.

You recited the spell, and until the last two words, the man looked at him, and he said, “What is all this? I’m sorry.

He repeats, and it is only then that you realize that you have a wrong back, that you have to read it, that you have a soft heart, that you have a slow mind, that you can’t even feel your heart beating.

You raised your thumbs at the man and then received a glimpse of contempt from the schoolboy.

The shadows around us are getting thicker, as if it were a black fog and a chill. The ghost wagon came silently, and you and the man jumped at the same time, and the fog seemed like a shock.

There’s no walls on either side of the carriage, only a man with a man’s face on him. He jumped in there. Your hand just got on the fence. Your hand slips off, you’re being pulled, you’re being pulled, you’re being ripped off, you’re all in the car, you’re hitting on the man.

You heard clearly the sound of a man’s head slamming on the fence, and you got up and pretended that nothing had happened. There’s a man sitting right in the middle end of the car. The style of the dresser and the “you” in the closet is very similar, and it’s about from the western border. The man had his head down like you woke him up and turned his face. You’re quenching the curse again, and you’re seeing him faceless!

You almost yelled, and you were covered in your nose. The monster seems to feel it, stretching in your direction, dragging you into his arms, and you immediately sense that his powers are coming along with your veins, slowly, almost stagnant, and your body is cold, and the monster stretches out on your legs for a while, and it finally shrinks back.

And you leaned in a twisted position in yoga, and the carriage entered the closing gate, and the black fog followed it, and hit the middle of the border, spilling blood. And the wind is great, and the mantle is lifted up, and thou art against the guard of the green teeth, and their eyes are only white.

Ghost towns are broken spaces, the streets flash and houses disappear. The carriage ran silently on the street in the middle of the day, and you wrote with the man: Where?

Man 2: Wang City. Round back to the well.

It is difficult to open the passageway between the city and the people, except for the annual opening of the China dollar Ghost Gate, which is normally connected to the two sides of the border, except for the secret of grievance, which is the wheel back well in the Ghost Palace. There are 360 ghost kings in the ghost town, divided into kings in different spaces, broken in the ghost city, with no fixed path.

You just wanted to ask how to go, and the man jumped out and jumped you off the wagon. He fell and you rolled round the floor and saw the wagon and the road disappear along the way.

You follow the look of the male, and you see the fire on the other road, and it’s very far away at first, but when the wind rises, it’s a little bit closer, three waves pass, and you can already see clearly that it’s a huge team, with a pair of young women in their heads in gorgeous clothes, with beautiful bone lanterns, walking around. There are men and women in the ranks, all dressed up at the western border, plaques, lights, flowers, fruits, ghost-cows, donkeys, and in the middle a gorgeous car.

You’re so excited to pull the two of them: The King of Ghosts!

There was this passage in the novel, where the mistress and the master fell into the realm and were later taken away to be the bride of the king of ghosts and the master to rescue her. You’re not happy yet, and suddenly you wonder who’s in the car without the hostess?

The man pulls his sleeve back from you, signaling you jump on the bride’s car.

You immediately refused. Without that, you’ll be crushed in the head!

The two men pointed their sword at you, and it was clear: dead later or now, by choice.

Why are you getting stronger?

You’re headed for the oxen. And suddenly, when the line stopped, and you were in shape, you got scared and turned around, and the man dropped his hand on the back of his head, suggesting you didn’t move. You stand in place, a shining flame, hundreds of people, without a single sound. At that time, the premises in front again disappeared, and a road appeared in gold colours, growing longer and longer until the end of the sky, where a small palace stood.

In the blink of an eye, a whole team of men came out of the golden road, separated around, and the long line moved again, and in just a second you and the man went to the golden track, which disappeared behind you. You squeeze your mind forward, and you hit a man in front of you, and you took a hand, and you found him with no weight, even though he had eyes, but he was made of paper.

You look at the man, as if he saw what you were thinking, a little bit from the fire that was floating, and it’s written in the middle of the sky: “Marriage.” Yang-seok gives paper dolls.

Into the palace, the bride’s car disappeared, and you and the boy were in the squire, and two pairs entered a house. You and the male go in with a pair of paper dolls in front of you, and see only the ghost general who stands on both sides with a ghost knife, and the four kids take Dan’s dish, and the other four girls take the embroidery dress from the plate, and they breathe, and the boots are on them, and they float.

You and the man followed him in haste, and you followed him behind the maid. You were wearing a big red coat of gold, and suddenly you saw the ghost girl on the other side shuddering two silver dresses, and almost died laughing.

The man who turned into a big girl looked at you cold.

You’ve got a little ghost fire in the air, too, and it says, “Students are beautiful.”

Don’t look at me like that.

You’re trying to write a little bit of gossip, and your nose is itching, and you stretch out your hand and wipe it off, and you feel your hands wet and your heads down, and it’s full of blood.

One drop of blood on your shirt, you look up, and you see the room full of eyes looking at you!

07

As soon as the ghost of the room rolls, you roll, a few of them rubbed their hands over your head, and they scratched deep marks. The second man dragged you away, and the other hand slammed a few times over your lair, and you choked with a big bruise, and you went along with it. You’ve taken advantage of the time when the two men killed the ghosts, and you’ve touched two of them in your pocket.

The two men were killed in good order, and suddenly the court was in the dark, and you were scared and you were down. The man who waved his sword but failed to break it, and the second one came. He fled, and a black man fell from the sky, and he cut the whole house apart!

You are caught by a cold hand, and your face is sore, and the sword and the sword of the male one fell upon your side, and you were buzzing in your ears. A man said, “Screw the worm.” Another knife, and the long sword of the man flew out!

You’re shocked by this ultimate BOSS-like battle, listening only to men: “It’s you?” I’m sorry.

You did not respond, but the man was disappointed and said, “No.” * Throw you in the ghosts, * * the * the * the two men are gone.*

You called out “sister” and kicked the ghost who came up, ran to the other side to pick up your sword and found the blade missing.

..that’s fun?

You’re running out of the house, trying not to save the boy.

If you don’t have two men, maybe you’ll be lucky and you’ll be able to make it back. Besides, you don’t know a lot about men. If you go to save people by yourself, whether or not you’ll be blacked out, at least your life will be in danger. Heroes also require skill, not gold-drilling.

You look back, and through the ruins of the cold house, you see countless ghosts rushing into the depths of the night, at the end of which the shadow of the royal building is hidden.

You looked at your sword, and it was darker than the sword that was in the hands of a man.

The little ones, who smelled blood, were kicked over your face, and you threw your bloody robe into the wind and turned their heads and went to the court, thinking, “I’m probably the kind of villain who doesn’t die.”

08

The genie of the gills is squeezing the battle, and when you’re after a bunch of kids, the closer you are to the high stage of the court, the more the genie around you looks like a living man, even though you still don’t have eyes, you’ll be talking, and you’ll wish the ghost king a happy wedding.

The man in black, who had just stunned, went up to the top, turned his head, and you saw his eyes covered in red.

Wait, this isn’t the guy in the book, is it?

The three men in the book are a ghost king who is said to have had their eyes taken by the demons hundreds of years ago, and from that time on, they will have their enemies. And the men gave a little light to the sky, and a wave of hands, and the ghosts put a man in red on the high stage, and you saw him as a man.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) – (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) – (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him – peace and blessings be upon him – peace be upon him)!

The three men said, “I am sick of those who have lost faith, and the people of the sun are profane.” It’s a pity I’m not going to die now, so you’ll have to sacrifice my wife first. I’m sorry.

You’re thinking of this brother’s wife, who suddenly passed by, and a big red twilight covered in the back of the man was blown away, and a blood-stained guillotine appeared under his head!

A long machete is on the gold shelf and is bleeding with a drop. The man held up the knife like a new moon, and touched his lover. The devils put the males on the guillotine, and you saw the blood of the males drenched in the red robes, and the red robes flashed with gold, as if there was some kind of magic prohibition, which was strange.

You: So your wife is a knife. Wait, that’s not American. It’s gonna be a bloody crime.

You look down at your sword: Brother, will you?

The sword hears the sound of thy heart, and sings in weakness.

You: It’s too hard to live without the lead.

At that point, the four generals, dressed as ghosts, would walk from the golden track to the top, and you saw them carrying together a gold shelf with a sword of light and water.

This is the Sword of Heaven!

The Sword of the Shaitan is the Sword of the Shaitans, stolen from the spirits and left the realm of ghosts. The Sword of the Heavens is mighty and capable, but it also ensnars mankind. In the book, the sword was folded by the hero of the man and turned into his sword.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) ‘The concubine is only a co-concord.

The Sword of Heaven was lifted up on the stage. You seem to have guessed the story.

The man three of the novels were supposed to be a ghost sword with all the power of heaven to cut off the sword of heaven, to draw the spirit of magic to make it all form, to avenge the demons, and to destroy the world, but because of the presence of the woman, the ambition will not prevail. But it seems that the man at this time is about to be a ghost knife.

Looks like there’s no such thing as a hostess.

The blood moon in the sky is getting thicker and darker, with only three men with a ghost knife. The genie screams, and you see the knife stinging, as if you’ve seen the man’s head fall down the steps of gold, and blood sprays half of his mouth.

You remember the python near the mouth of the bloodbath, and the hot air on your face, and the hand that suddenly brought you back.

Fuck you!

You jump on the head of all the ghosts, and you’re wearing a sword and your mind.

“You’ll be surprised if you bring up the two of them.” I’m sorry.

You pretend to downplay a big man’s head: “It’s time for me to do it again and again.” I’m sorry.

You broke the red robe made of the locks with your sword, and did not wait to untie the curse on the male, and the man struck with his sword. You picked it up, and your sword almost took off. It also seems that the man and the ghost knife are not fully modulated, and the movement is slightly more heavy, and you’re going to do it first, so you can remember the clearest trick and hit the man in the eye. It is rare for you to bear the sword. It is a mighty sword, and the three men fled, and you took the opportunity to seize the sword of the heaven on the shelf.

Threads don’t move.

You:

“I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.

You’re about to be cut in two by three men, and suddenly your hand is sunk, and someone holds your right hand with a very strong hand, and you’re wearing a sword, and it’s as bright as a rainbow, and the head and the knife are slammed together!

You’re on your shoulder, and you turn around and you see blood dripping down the chin of the man.

“Oh, my God, how dare you break the curse like this! I’m sorry.

The sword next second came with a little sound, which was then broken in two.

Can’t you play with this?

Then the devil’s sword came again, and the man pushed you and whispered, “Return the well” and went straight to draw the sword of the heaven, and it remained silent. The men were forced to step back and draw their swords again, repeatedly with a ghost knife on their backs.

The devils swarm up on the high stage, and you ran westward, and the men came after him, but he heard a scream, and the two men pulled out the sword of heaven one inch by inch!

The ghosts were shocked, and the men were cut with their swords, and the wonders of the Sword were lifted up, and the ghosts were blown up. And you race to the tree of the sky, under which there is a well of gold, and a little well in the middle, and you look at it, and there is a bow in it, and the spirit is full. You recall that this may be the magic bow from the book where the man gave the bride price to the woman’s master, who was said to have been a relic of the times of the flood, and who later shot the man with it, and thus ended the fate of the two.

And thou hast done much to remove the curse from the well, but it is still empty, and it is not visible that the waters of the Yellow Springs are flowing up. Turn back and look back, the men will not get out of the war, and more and more ghosts will come to the top, and they will drown him. You’ll have to take out the bow and try to pull in the well.

The bow chords were just a little moving.

You: ?

You pull the string with all your might, the bow is thunder, you’re the root of fire, at least a bit of repression, and the bow finally bends a little bit.

Brother Kowloon, give me some respect!

You fill your body with the bow, but the bow string weighs like a thousand pounds. The powerful flow of spirit attracts ghosts, and countless empty eyes look at you and come up.

You’re so sweaty that you can remember everything that works. The first night of the trial with the hostess, you spent the night rehearsing, and you’ve seen in the book, in a short period of time, a technique that greatly enhances spirits.

The bow chords were drawn in a little bit, and the spirits had arrived in front of them, and hundreds of black hands came from all sides. You tried to remember the spell of the mouth, but you couldn’t remember it.

It’s like you’re being inspired, you’re getting your hair numb, you’re getting your brain’s only reminiscent spell, you’re getting your bow from your heart to your veins, you’re being pulled to the limit, you’re getting a thunderbolt on the bow, you’re getting a thunderbolt, and you’re going to blow up the fire!

You untie the bow, and the sound of the thunder goes straight to the bottom of the well, and hears only one thunder, and the squalid water comes up immediately and suddenly rises to the well. You’re happy to go back and shout, “Sir!” I’m sorry.

The sound of this alarms all the spirits, and you raise your bow again and point your arrows in the direction of the male three, and the thunder arrows go away, and burn all the spirits along the road to ashes, and then fall on the high stage, blow up a thunderbolt, and shine on the stage, the man drops his sword, the man sets his sword, and the man pulls his sword, and the sword shines in an inch.

You’re completely shocked: “You can’t use your power to push the sword.” Without the lead halo, who will be demonized!

However, it was too late for the male to force the sword, and he finally defeated him. He’s coming towards you, white, with his hands on his sword, apparently very reluctant. The man said, “It’s weird, it’s funny. The next second is behind the man.

And you put forth an arrow and pushed the two men to the side of the well, and the three of them did not turn away, and you cut off your chest and neck, and you flew out on the neck.

You stretch your hand, the man’s knife drops again, and the man pushes you into the well, and he goes forward and grabs the little gill.

The blood spilled on your face, the man waved his sword, and killed the devil, and you used your best efforts to get rid of the heavy yellow spring, and you dragged him into the water, and the man fell down on his head, thundering down, listening to only one sound, as if it were a piece of the skin of your arm, and you were drowned by the yellow spring before you could scream.

09

You opened your eyes and you saw the face of the man being made out of ghosts.

You blinked, “I’m alive?”

And he caught a fire, and said: We waited for you for an hour. Get up and drive. I’m sorry.

You: No, brother, are you still human?

As if he saw your thoughts, he said, “I can’t move you now.” I’m sorry.

It was only then that he squeezed the fire, when you saw that his clothes were almost pulverized by blood, and that the wounds on both sides of the traved from time to time shed new blood. You’re scared of this bloody scene and you just sit there, “So much blood.” I’m sorry.

Men say, “Don’t die.” I’m sorry.

You: Brother, you’ve got a copy of the great tragedy.

By contrast, the skin that was cut off on your arm doesn’t seem to be much of a thing.

You are left at the crossroads of the worlds, the earth and the worlds. Both of you are seriously wounded and are in great danger, and it is best to find a place to shelter for a while, until the power is restored.

You think you’ve been completely emptied this time, and you shouldn’t have used your power to fight the master after she’s been injured, and you’ve been pushing on me several times. It’s good that he’s walking slowly, even though he’s got two holes on him.

And the Sword of the Sky was raised in his hand, but its tip was dragged to the ground, drawing out deep marks. You heard him breathing and you wanted to help with the sword, and he said, “You can lift it?” I’m sorry.

You looked at him pale and thought he wasn’t the best.

And yet another part of it, you can’t help but say, “It’s not a good thing, it’s useless, it’s better to throw it away and save your strength. “It’s also for the men.”

He looked at you as if you had lost your mind, and said, “This is the Sword of God.” I’m sorry.

You said, “Bullshit, of course I know.” I’m sorry.

He stopped talking and walked. “Am I not the legend that the Sword of Heaven is a soldier of the famine, a hidden and nuanced way, and the obscurant becomes a saint and a demon?”

Soon you found a shaded stone hole, with trees and water, perfect, except for a pile of dead bones. The rocks inside the cave are smooth and dry in the day, but at night, the cave is cold. You put the wood in a pile of bonfire, sit by the fire, sit on the other side of the wall of the man, take out a few large lindows from the sidekick, crush them in your hand, and open your shirt, and suddenly look at you.

You go side by side, and the rest of you see him spilling the powder on the wound. It’s very good, but it hurts so bad that the guy doesn’t even hum. Then turn your head, and his head wrinkles, and the fire shines on his face, and his forehead is cold and sweaty.

You asked, “Can I help you?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t. The answer is simple.

You’re so proud! You’re sore!

By the time you turn around, the man has closed his eyes and looks paleer.

You’re very tired, but you don’t sleep. The cavity of the cavity is designed to prevent uncertainty, but the mountain wind is able to pour in, and the cave is large and the wind is spinning. You think it’s getting colder and getting wood in the bonfire, but it doesn’t work. Then the man opened his eyes and said, “Enough is enough.” I’m sorry.

You said, “I’m a little cold. I’m sorry.

He’s watching you don’t talk. The male looks handsome and his eyebrows enter and his eyes are bright, as if he were two cold stars on the surface of the river. So you looked at him, and he moved first, and threw his coat over your body, and it fell on your shoulder.

The shirt was warm and the blood was immersed in half-hard, roasted in flames, and the taste of blood dazzled.

You’re flattered, your clothes are tight, and you laugh, “Thank you, sir. I’m sorry.

His face was against the wall, without looking at you.

In a little while, you had a nosebleed, and you knew it was an internal injury, and you had a karma, and this time it didn’t work, even a gas in your throat. You didn’t cough, and the man turned his face and said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

Two looked at you for a while, reached out. “What spell do you use?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t need anything…”

You suddenly stopped.

You remember the spell that you had written at the time, as if it were not from a book that you read in a novel, but rather from a ban imposed by the Lord to save the man, a fairy spell, a spell from her own soul, and a flash of great power. But only one more day after it’s finished, it’s gonna blow up.

He saw your face and said, “What do you use?” I’m sorry.

“I, like, used a fairy spell. I’m sorry.

10

Your sweat’s down, and the man’s got a face. You see half of it, and you hear your voices shaking: “What then?”

The man asked, “Where did you learn the fairy spell? I’m sorry.

Can you get to the point?

The curse is forbidden, except for the elders and the Deacons, who only know their names and do not know their mouths, and certainly not your own. According to the rules of the sects, you are a thief in this act, and are routinely dismissed and driven out of the walls. But you’re about to die right now, and you can’t afford to get out of here.

In the book, the female master used the spell of a fairy in the latter days, when she and the male master had acquired the treasure of heaven and earth, and the male master used the ancient instrument to hang her for her life, marched herself into the earth, and took more than a dozen chapters to bring her back from the gates of hell.

And now you — you look at the only living man.

He said, ‘There is no solution to this spell. I’m sorry.

You: well, well, I am without the lead.

You two are silent. Your nose is not stopped, but it’s very slow, and you feel dizzy, cold in your lungs, itchy in your throat, coughing on your mouth and bleeding in your hands. So you take a swing at your clothes, and the man throws his bag in your arms, and you don’t open it, and you just stare at the fire.

He asked, “When?”

You told the truth. And you sat dead for a while, and you sat down near the hole, and you were facing the stone, staring at the bones. Until the eyes are in pain, so stretch your hand, and behold! the man said: Come sit down. I’m sorry.

You’re surprised, “You’re not asleep. I’m sorry.

He looks at you, and you go back to your place, and he says, “Come.” I’m sorry.

You sit next to him: “How long will I be alive?” I’m sorry.

The man said, “Is it cold?”

You shake your head. And suddenly he delivered a thing, and you looked down at it for half a day and recognized it as its own. You picked it up, looked at it, a tear fell off.

And then you started crying like a blackout, and you cried for an hour or two, and your clothes were wet.

You’re exhausted and you’re finally quiet, leaning your head on a cold rock. As soon as the people around you move, your face gets to his clothes.

You lay on his shoulder, he didn’t move. You’re tired of closing your eyes.

Eleven.

You feel someone picking up your wrist and even touching your neck, you wake up and face the man.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

He said: “I see how you are not dead. I’m sorry.

“…can you say something of the sun?” I’m sorry.

So sit up, and the two men will say, “Speak again the mouth of the fair spell.” I’m sorry.

You did what he said. Two men haven’t spoken for a while. You ask him, “What is the matter?” He says, “You will not die.” I’m sorry.

You can’t believe it: “Why?” I’m sorry.

“The last two sentences were wrong. I’m sorry.

“But there was a real power…”

“The first words of the Enchantment come together, and the last two words are the strength of the spirit, which would have increased in a short period of time in the veins. I’m sorry.

“Why did I spit blood? I’m sorry.

“The spell is not done, of course it is. Can you be serious in class? I’m sorry.

“So I can live? I’m sorry.

“The cursing of the spirit, the great damage to the artery, and the subsequent work.”

You’re so excited to hold the man two: “The victory of the slag!” I’m sorry.

The man pushed you in cold blood: “Sir, look at yourself.” I’m sorry.

In human time, you slept for two days. You look at everything, even bragging at men. He’s very unsatisfied, but he’s hurt a lot, and you’re still needed.

The man had a severe headache, and you touched a stamina in his veins, which was very similar to the breath of the Sword of God. The book says that the Sword of the sky is inexhaustible, but it cannot be held by a god. Forced with the power of the spirit will only allow the Sword of the sky to invade, and for a long time the man will be demonized, and eventually lose his mind.

And you think, “Can’t the original scene really change, or is it a man or a man?” I’m not gonna end up dead, am I?

“What am I doing?” I’m sorry.

You say, “Look at you.” I’m sorry.

You’ve all been offended.

You’ve left a peace of mind: if there’s an exception, does it mean that the original story can be broken? I’ve been killed in my book by a man who’s possessed by evil.

So the question is: Will the man be possessed?

It’s not in the book. The author had not written in detail how he had gone into evil, except that he had suffered emotional injuries because he had refused to reveal the whereabouts of her master, and had been thrown by “you” into the abyss of God, and had become the head of a great evil. And you couldn’t have kicked him down the abyss, so there seemed to be room for change. When you’ve finished comforting yourself, you’ve got a wind. I’m sorry.

As usual, you’ve been used to it, you’ve blown up the fire, you’ve said “good night” to the air, you’ve fallen asleep.

Your power is too long to recover, and the man’s wounds are even slower, and you can only wait here.

And this night, the two men went to the springs, and thou camest not back, and went forth to find them. When the sun rises, the night becomes the night of man, the moon is full, and the heavens and the earth are clear. And you squeal, and walk down the spring, and pass through the shadow of the tree, and behold, you see nothing but a plume of vast depths, in which there is a full moon, a man sitting on a rock by the spring, two men. He’s dressed, but his hair is still on and he’s watching the moon. And when he heard it, he turned his head, and black hair and white face, even though they were sick, their eyes were bright, and he was smitten, and he killed.

I saw you. He stood up and he had his hair. I’m sorry.

You stepped on a rock in the shallows, and the man’s got his hair tied and ready to go back. Say, ‘It is not easy for a moon like this to sit down.’ I’m sorry.

The man is not gone, looking at the moon in the water. You say, “Men two.” I’m sorry.

You: …fuck, I just called out!

“I’m seventh in line.” I’m sorry.

You: …I’m calling “Man Two” not “South Two” and don’t show this “you can’t even count” look!

However, in your relationship, it also seems inappropriate to refer to your family name and line up. So you decided to call him his name again.

You’ve always been an excellent finisher of the topic, and the awkwardness index has soared. You noticed that the southern geese were still in their hands, and you finally found a wonderful topic: “You help me get back the gold, I haven’t thanked you yet. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose finally looked at you: “No, no, thank God.” I’m sorry.

You: …I just wanted to be a euphemism to remind you that I’m going to help you find the jade in life and death, and I hope you’ll be grateful.

It is clear that the southern geese have not felt any of your hints, and that you are disappointed in your preparation for the collection of the gold, and he suddenly says, “Your sword and your neptunium have been left to you by your father, and the sword has broken, and it must be important to you.” I’m sorry.

You say, “Aah?”

You see: “The geese must think that you are like his jade and that you are the only thing left of your parents, and that you have been stabbed twice in return for your kindness in helping him to recover the jade.”

You said, “I’ve made this up.”

That’s right, but you see it as so important because it’s gold, and you’re not sure if it’s 24K pure, but it’s a little light.

Seeing you’re stuck, the geese fly and ask, “No?” I’m sorry.

Keep your head down and your heart touches your nose, “Yes, yes.” * * * * talk about feelings that hurt money *

In the middle of silence, you walk away, and you hear someone whispering, and you ask, “Well?” I’m sorry.

The South Goose flies at you.

Say, “Sir, what do you say?”

“I did not say anything.” I’m sorry.

You’re getting used to him, you don’t ask questions, you see the moon, you go back. And thou hast fallen behind in the way, gathering wood, and draw forth a leaf, and the south geese turn back suddenly: “Don’t touch it. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“There are snakes. I’m sorry.

And hold your eyes and see only that branch of the morning that is in the midst of a green leaf,

And cry out, and the snake shall be shaken, and its neck shall be folded, and it shall fall upon you, and it shall come to the middle of the sky, and a sword shall come out of the air, and the white snake shall shake, and it shall fall upon your face.

You almost died on the spot. You threw the dead snake out of your hands and jumped back to the southern geese and suddenly heard a low smile. You turn your head, the South Goose has always had no face on the ground, but it’s just staring at you.

You’re angry and you’re laughing and you’re not saying anything. I’m sorry.

“Who laughed?” I’m sorry.

You said, “…damn proud.” I’m sorry.

“What?” I’m sorry.

And thou art not proud: guess. I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: Boring. I’m sorry.

And this night thou hast added to the fire of the bonfire, and is asleep, and the long-suspended southern geese fly suddenly with blood. When you startled, and you found his veins in disarray and magic, you went out to find herbs. There is a weed in the mountains that can temporarily suppress magic, but it is a poison attack and a major physical damage. Before that, the magic in the southern geese had remained stable and had not been picked.

And the southern geese are white as paper, but they say nothing. And you slap him on the shoulder, “Don’t pretend like that, my brother. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose fly you out with the Sword. You say no, the Southern Goose flies a miracle, but you can’t lift it with a sword.

He looked at you for a moment, and suddenly he touched the jade in his arms and threw it to you. It’s still warm, and it’s about to flow. When you first get it, you’ll know it’s a good body refiner.

You’re a little surprised, “Really? I’m sorry.

And the southern geese said not but: How many are the mountains? I’m sorry.

And you went out with the scallops and the bells.

It’s hard at night. You’ve been walking for half a day and you finally find that kind of weed. And on the way back, by accident, you met a number of enemies, and you had just set your stage, but the evil spirits had taken you, and they did not stop. You are strange, and you are not aware of what they say: “There is no place to break your iron shoes, but you are here.” I’m sorry.

A enchantment came and knocked you out.

You woke up and found yourself tied to a dark prison with a chain.

The prison was filled with blood, blood on the ground and on the rails, which was not new, but which appeared to be washed day after day.

You: …can you give me a break, really?

As soon as the iron door went off, two men walked in and spread a light magic on them, which seemed to be a magic exercise. You see one of them with a long whip, and his soul flies out: there is no such thing as this.

And say: “Big brother, speak well.”

“Why is it that suddenly you fear the whip when you are gone?” I’m sorry.

You said, “What’s going on?” I don’t know you for a long time, man.

You’re thinking about your response, and suddenly you hear the man’s name. He said, “You said you would have taken back his heart and blood for me in three months, and would have protected his life.” It’s time. How are you doing?”

You’re a little obnoxious.

You’re just a vicious tool in the book.

I’m not waiting for you to figure it out.

It’s over!

12

“I have classified information! I’m sorry.

The knife stopped over your neck.

And instead of waiting for the rest of your life to come back to the gods and say, “That time you lied to me that you knew where the devil’s ghost was, you lied to me about the cure, and you took my 17 lives, and you tried to do it again today?” I’m sorry.

An antidote?

One of them went out and came back, and an extra follower dragged in a bowl of red charcoal.

You’re shocked: No, brother, you’re a monster! You can’t take pity on a beauty?

But these two were clearly firm in heart, and were not fascinated by beauty, saying, “Do not blame your uncle for his ruthlessness, because of your sincereness.” Let’s settle all these old and new accounts today. I’m sorry.

You: Who are you, uncle,?

The iron that burns red is coming out, and it burns you back and forth: “I know where the Sword is.” I’m sorry.

The muses stopped. Again, I know God.

You’re sealed by magic. And a spell came upon him, and a young man was added to the prison, laughing, “Come without permission and accuse.” The devil can’t wait to send me to get what she wants. I’m sorry.

It’s a ghost. You’re surprised to learn how to hunt and practice in the book.

The demons want the blood of the man. The book says that the male lord has a line of blood of the ancient gods, although it is tiny, but it is still very strong, and that is why he is able to bring down the Sword of Heaven.

It says that there is a sacred treasure that has been contested by all sides and that the opening of the treasure must be a sacred bloodline. Yet, a thousand years ago, the divines were destroyed, and only a small minority of their descendants dispersed around the six worlds to find a difficult place to rise.

And you think, “I’m a professional villain, and I’m just trying to seduce him because of the man?”

And the Shaitan sent away the devil and asked thee about the Sword. So you asked them for a cure, and God answered. Say, “I shall be able to do so in full.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve made it hard for me.” I’m sorry.

“Then I shall enter the grave with my secret.” I’m sorry.

And He tried to threaten. Say, “You are not hawks of the devils, for you would have asked him to take the Sword of the sky, rather than covering it.” Nor do they feel any real confidence in you. Who says their spies have not heard the fate of the Sword? Besides, the demons are more sensitive to the Sword of Heaven. I’m sorry.

Let’s go find a sword while the iron is hot. The Mordecai revealed the prescription, promised to give you the drug when it was done, and not to forget a bit of it on your throat before leaving. The burning of your throat usually hurts so bad that you can’t do anything about it. Then there was a shadow on the wall, and the ghost appeared again, and a little down your throat, and you finally broke free and coughed.

He said that he had saved your voice, which was almost dead. Thank you. He wipes away your tears, and suddenly a machete appears in your hand: “The fairies have ruined the matter, and our lord is very angry and has asked me to do a little chastisement.” I’m sorry.

You are creepy, and he sniffs at your side: “The fairies are like the root of fire, and I’m right in it.” I’m sorry.

Help! There’s a blood-sucking pervert here!

The devil is about to punish you, and the machete falls to your chest, and is stunned. And when the smile of the devil comes to an end, and He sets forth His hand for you for half a day. I have no knowledge of what was done. It is a half-transparent hand, and it is clear that it has taken out of your arms the sanctuaries.

“I can’t believe that fairies carry such a rare treasure.” I’m sorry.

(O Muhammad SAW): “I rent from the gate, and pay back.” I’m sorry.

And the devil put the jade in his arms, and you did not have the time to speak, and another powerful spirit appeared, and a mighty middle-aged woman appeared in vain. He said: “The devil.” I’m sorry.

You’re surprised: “Demon”? Not that I’m age-discriminatory, but the devil in the book is a great beauty or a man licking a dog! So you’re worried about getting old?

And the devil cannot but say that he will smite thee, and cast on thee magic before he leaves, and thou shalt bring back the blood of thy Lord for a month, lest she take thy life.

You passed out quite simply.

13

Then you shall fall asleep and wake up, day and night, until the three little devils cut you down, saying, “Seven days have come, and cast you into the streets of the devil.”

You lie on the ground and look at the night sky in the world of magic, where there will always be red clouds, and it will be too hard for you to live with a woman.

The voice of the devil is ringing in your ear: “Don’t let the fairies go in haste. I’m sorry.

“Give me back the jade.”

Then he laughed, “Go with me, and I will give you back.” I’m sorry.

So follow the devil in the realm of the devil, and the way is as if it were a dream, and round about it, and then you come to a dark pavilion. It’s a place where the magic is strong and you feel uncomfortable, where the devil gives you the jade back, where the power of the jade moves so that you can settle your heart, and where you are satisfied that you are filming the baby, and you see the devil staring at you without blinking, and suddenly smiles at you and makes a gesture.

Don’t say, “It’s a good man. Maybe he’s learned his manners.”

And the water in the cathedral glittered with silver and blue, and in it numerous devils cried out. You go to the deepest, dark as a black hole, and even the water turns black. And thou hearst a heavy chain to drag on the earth, as if there was a wall before thee, and a sound was sounded: Come. I’m sorry.

There’s someone on the wall!

You were surprised, and the devil pushed you gently, and you walked forward, almost tripped by the chains on the ground. You walk to the wall, there’s a man on the wall. You’re glad you can’t see it. The man brought you closer, and you felt cold and hot on the chain. The man coughed twice and asked, “Are you hurt?” I’m sorry.

It’s a young woman’s voice. So you crouch down, and the woman touches your veins, and groaning, “You have suffered a heavy wound. Have you had a hard time?”

You’re shocked by this sad tone: I’m having an affair with this little witch?

You do not know how to answer it, and the woman says, “I know you don’t remember, but I’m glad to see you.” Let me see you.

You hesitated, and she touched your face with unlimited tenderness: “You have changed a lot, and I cannot recognize it.” I’m sorry.

You’re staring at me: I can’t believe I’m a lily!

The devil says you’ve been planted by the devil, and the woman says, “You’ll have to do it.” I’m sorry.

The voice of the Dark One is not indignant: “As long as I have been in violation of the law, I have not seen it before. I’m sorry.

She put you against her forehead, and you felt her forehead was cold and sweaty, and then a heated enchantment entered your veins. You were frightened, but it flowed softly, avoiding your spirit, but it absorbed all the demons left in your veins, and the pains in them faded away. The magic burns in the air, turns into a light blue flame, lights out the woman’s face.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him), “Where is the beauty? I have bent!”

It’s over, and the water is dark again. The woman said, “I look forward to you coming back every day and never coming back.” But who can think of such a day…”

He said, “The time has come, O God.” I’m sorry.

You have been blinded: “Why is there another monster?”

The woman says goodbye to you, and the spirit takes you out of the water. You couldn’t figure it out. You asked him what his name was. He was strange, but he told you.

I knew it!

It’s the beauty of the book that’s in the water cage, and the middle-aged woman you just met is just a senior elder. Here she appears to have succeeded in usurping the throne and turning the devil into a prisoner, but the power of the devil itself cannot be inherited for a while and can only be preserved for a while.

It is said that the power of the devil follows the bloodlines of every generation, and when the last of the demons dies, the world of the devils will be plunged into chaos, until the next demon that can survive the demons that have taken over him becomes a new one, and the power of the devils will not be inherited again.

In order to become a true monster, the false one must also experience a great deal of magic, which is perhaps not enough.

The devil sent you to the outer edge of the magic world, and took from you a powerful golden fan: “I was offended the other day, fairies pardoned. I’m sorry.

You said, “I can’t believe I’ve had a day when I was sent with my equipment.” “Brother, good work. I’m sorry.

“See you later.” I’m sorry.

“No, we will not see each other.” I’m sorry.

On the way back, you’ve been thinking about the whole mess.

You’re a typical IQ-deficient tool, and you’re working with the master to get it. But none of this has anything to do with you, and it’s urgent to detoxize yourself and run before your anti-rebel identity is found.

You suspect that your death is related to this antidote. The night you crossed, “you” were lying on the bed of the bedroom, holding on to the platinum, laying on the bed with a little bottle, and the blue, dark little pottery rolled all over the bed, clearly because the poison didn’t reach it. You saw yourself in the mirror bleeding with seven swirlings, almost dying again.

Are you really going to get the man’s blood? Sounds terrible. What if the dead do?

And yet another night cometh, and thou wilt finally see the gate of the mountains behind them. Then the devil and another kind of magic stood in front of you. The devil smiles with professional public relations: “The fairies, the devil sent me here to wait for you, to send the shadows to help you.” I’m sorry.

Shadow demons are the powerful representatives of the demons, who are said to be able to kill invisiblely. And lo! lo! the magic that is next to the phantom condensed into an entity, and became a lean, pale man with two round black dots on his eyebrow.

You said, “What a strange eye make-up. I’m sorry.

“This is his eyes.” I’m sorry.

The four eyes of Shaitan look to you in cold and cold, and you spread out the fan sent by Him, and you are about to take away this awkward atmosphere, and suddenly you find that your sight cannot be removed from the eyes of Shadow’s two little black beans. When the shadows turned around, the Shadow disappeared, and there was a bruised shadow on your back.

…You demons are also popular in sending parachutists from headquarters to work as supervisors of the animals!

14

You’re lucky to have a couple of regular schoolboys guarding the door tonight, no deacon and no elders, and no police, and you managed to get in there with the Shadow Demon.

You’re sneezing and feeling like you’re getting further and further on the path.

Back home, everyone was surprised you were alive. You sat in a pile of stuff that had been sent by the man’s master, and she said that the geese had been looking for you for a long time, and when they returned to the house, they told their master what they were doing, and took them to them themselves. And even the male lord was shaken, but he found nothing. Everyone thought that you fell into the mouth of a demon, and the bones were gone.

Ask him, “The South Goose has come back, is he all right?”

I wonder why you care about him.

You touched your nose with your heart, and suddenly you remembered that the Shadow was still in your hand, and you put it down, and you saw it clean and clean, and the Shadow disappeared.

Later you took a bath, your sister took care of your wounds, you were lying in your luxurious bed, and you were about to close your eyes, and you woke up with a chill, and you saw the Shadow standing by the bed, with a knife in your hand, and with a spell!

And you will jump up and fight hard, and the Shadow will say, “Get up to work. I’m sorry.

You demons are capitalists who let their employees 007!

And (O Muhammad) say: “Take your heart’s blood for a long time, and do not be reckless. We’ll take one shot, and we’ll take one shot.”

Shaitan: He is in the shower. I’m sorry.

And in the middle of the moon thou walkest with the Shaitan on the way unto the springs. Say thou: I never thought of drilling a bath for male students in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.

The Shadow Demon: Human beings are short-sighted. I’m sorry.

“How do you know he’s in the shower?” I’m sorry.

Shaitan: “I hear him talking to men. I’m sorry.

“What do you know of him? I’m sorry.

“I have pictures. I’m sorry.

You said, “Brother Tai is well prepared. I’m sorry.

The Shadow grunted.

There was a curfew in the house when the mountain was empty. The man in charge is not restricted. You’re groaning in your heart: I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.

The Shadows asked, “What is this?” “It points to a hot spring flowing down the mountain.

You said, “Spa.” I’m sorry.

Shadow Demon: Why smoke? “Hands out, eyes out, “It’s hot! I’m sorry.

You: …you still have the face to say that humans are short-sighted?

The fog is getting thicker, and you pulled out a fan and looked at the nearest springs, and no one saw them. And when he came back, the Shaitan was gushing in a hot spring, and the eyes of the black bean were swirling, and he said unto thee: Seeing again. I’m sorry.

You can only go up the mountain alone, go around the other side, look carefully for half a day, and suddenly hear the sound of water. You approached with great care, and you finally saw the door shirt on the shelf on the shore. And the mist of the platinum lingers, and you hesitate to warn the Lord, and fear that you will be destroyed.

But if you run, you’ll die without a cure.

Wait…

And suddenly you think of the forbidden areas in the library. It’s said that there’s everything in it, and since you’ve learned the prescriptions from the Mordecai, if there’s a book dedicated to poison, you can compare it with the square, and you’ll probably find it.

The keys to the restricted area are only with the elders. The master is the master of the house, the master of the house is closed for years, the master of the house is represented by him and most of the keys are with him.

You reached into the master’s clothes for a while, and you really touched a cold thing. You’re just about to take it away.

Don’t you dare pick up and get down on your head and make the most standard drop-off position and shout, “Leave me alone!” I’m sorry.

You feel the blade at your head. One man says, “You?”

The sound is…

And you turn away from the sword, but you see the geese flying in front of you, holding a sword with one hand and a shirt in one hand, and the bead slips towards your neck and falls into your collar, and it is not good.

You smiled professionally: “Sir, you might not believe me. I was a bath inspector today. I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: Turn around! I’m sorry.

You turn your back.

A while back, you think he’s dressed, and that’s when he turns back. The southern geese have returned to their swords and ask, “When did they return?” I’m sorry.

“Tonight. You don’t know how bad I am, but I’m lucky I’m smart.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“I came to see you. I’ll see if you’re hurt. I’m sorry.

The southern geese are not moving: “The “brother” who is called by my sister is here to meet his elder brother.” I’m sorry.

You: …the whole world believes that I like the man, and I can’t wash.

Nam Goose Flying added: “How many rules do you know? I’m sorry.

You say, “What?”

South Goose Flying: “The curfew must not go out for no reason, after the curfew must not enter the rear mountain without a sign from the elders, and men and women must meet at night for no reason …” is a list of 78 articles.

You suddenly remembered that Nan Goose Flying was also a Deacon.

What’s a Deacon? The teacher’s most powerful class manager.

What’s Ben’s best at? Grab the tails of your classmates and tell the teacher.

You’re right, Nan Goose.

The southern geese will send you to the house of command, and you will think of the Great Ruler’s watch, and you will say, “Sir, we are in trouble, and you cannot do this to me.” To the Deacon Hall. It’s embarrassing for us. I’m sorry.

And the southern geese said, “Come here to meet his brother, and do not throw away the face of his heart.” I’m sorry.

You: ..you and your lords are blind to each other. Don’t let me be a trafficker.

There were no shadows on the way down the mountain, and the South Goose looked at you, and you were sweating and afraid to be seen. The closer you get to that hot spring, the faster your heart beats, the faster you finally pull the sleeves of the southern geese, “Be careful.” I’m sorry.

The South Goose looked at you with a blind eye and threw away his sleeve. The fog was scattered, and there was no one left in the hot spring but a shadow of oil floating above the water.

You’re staring. ..what is this operation that the Shadows have melted?

Back to the mountain, you recognized that it was not the way to the Deacon, and asked, “Where are you going? I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: “Hide the Books.” Let’s start with a record of what you did tonight and go to the Deacon tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.

In the library?

You have a plan, you hold the sleeves of the southern geese in your hand: ‘Son, you say I love the master brother, and I am so much wronged.’ I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose fell off his mind, but you’re holding him tight. He frowned and said, “Sir, you’ve got to be proud of yourself. I’m sorry.

Ask them, “How shall my record be written?” I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: Naturally, it’s all about the consequences. I’m sorry.

You said, “You have to answer everything?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “Yes?”

And thou didst groan, and smite it out of thy sleeve, and if thou shouldst think: then shall I say so: the masters and the youths are handsome, and there are many sisters and masters in the gates, and I am not free. But it was not until recently that I found that what I used to call was nothing but a follower of the great tides, and that what really made me think was another. I’m sorry.

The southern geese look at you in cold and cold.

And say: This man is not equal to his brother, not only in his face, but above all in his ability to be a man. The Sword is the best of all. It is the Ghost of the Sword that swallows the sun and the moon, but none who has seen him with a sword does not exalt his youth. It is a pity that I did not see him from this leaf, when I had been reckless in the past. I’m sorry.

The look of the Southern Goose flies slightly changed.

And say, “It was by coincidence that I spent my life with him, knowing that there was still a man in the world, even though he was at stake, that he would spare me.” I’ve seen such troubles, and I know that I’m just admiring my brother. And from that day on, this man’s body was in my heart. And We separated them from him on these days, and We held him in his hand from time to time; and We answered the verse, “Look at the sky, look at the clouds, think about the way, and think about the way, and sit down and take a seat.” # I don’t know #

You shake the fan and turn to the South Goose, “Sir, can I tell you this?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese have red ears and white on their faces, with their hands pressed on the handle of the sword, apparently indulging in anger.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) say, “Alas, the most important thing has been missed. Why did I run to the bath in the middle of the night? It reminds me of another poem, “The face of a teenager, like Jade…”

The Southern Goose Flying can’t stand it at last. You have no shame! I’m sorry.

You were thrown straight into the library. The door was slammed and the students on the night shift were shocked and raised their heads. One of them knew you, and asked, “Why are you hiding in the library this time?” I’m sorry.

You put the fan back in your belt, and the hysteria rolls up your sleeves: “I’m here to work and contribute to the doorman.” I’m sorry.

15

You’re called white as frost, a lady. You come to the library on time every day to work hard, to change men’s clothes for your actions, and to work hard, you’ve lost a few young students. You’re impressed by your transformations, except for your brother Nan Goose.

The collection of books in the collection is vast and, according to inaccurate information, it will take about 300 years to enter all the collection numbers.

Southern Goose Flying has never appeared and is said to have worked overtime in the data room, which is classified and you cannot enter. After five days of work, you even went to the dining hall with the new disciples, and the four dishes were wiped out by yourself. After the meal, you washed your mouth, washed your face, tied your waist belt, put a new sword on it and walked into the entrance school.

The new students were shaken by your boss’s anger, but only the southern geese were able to fly and ask, “The books are ready.” I’m sorry.

“I’m done! I’m sorry.

The new disciples are in shock, looking at the south geese. The southern geese have taken the sword in the hands of the disciples: “The sword is not in the right position. “And suddenly he went forward, and the sword came out like lightning, and stopped three inches out of your throat. And you shrink back, and the Southern geese will return the sword to the pupil: “This is it.” I’m sorry.

“You can’t let me work eight hours a day.” This is exploitation! I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “Is it long eight hours?” You said yourself that hiding the inn was the love of your life, and I made you. I’m sorry.

Say, “Then I shall go to the Elder of the Commandments and read in public in the house of Deacon what I have seen of you in the shower. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose Flying can’t believe it: “You don’t have any face. I’m sorry.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him), (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him), (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him), (saying): “Did you not say that I am light, and I will maintain my position. I’m sorry.

“What do you want?” I’m sorry.

And say: “Don’t punish me for working, and let me spend the night in the hiding place for a month.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese refused: “There is no house of deacon, no place to stay in the library at night.” I’m sorry.

“I can take your waistplate.” Don’t look away. I’m sorry.

Go and pick up the waistplate on his waist, and the geese fly away from him, and the disciples turn away, and the geese whisper, saying, “Beware that I will tell the Deacon about the pagan curse.” I’m sorry.

You turn back your hand now. It’s not a joke, it’s a waste. You and the southern geese will stare at each other, and in the end you will touch the jade, and you will put it back in his arms: “No more than I have never asked you. Return you.”

The Southern Goose saw the jade, a little bit. You turned out.

On the halfway road, a new student caught up and groaned and said, “Bitch, Nan sent me to send a message that you would spend the night at the Book Forum. I’m sorry.

You spread the fan in the cold, blocking the second half of your face. Please. I’m sorry.

Laughing to death, pompous.

As soon as you arrived, you blew your whistle and pushed out the door of the library: “I’m glad you’re here in the restricted section, the light of my life, the fire of my hope!”

Then I saw the southern geese flying by the table.

You shut the door: I must be in the wrong position.

Three minutes later, you were forced to sit across the South Goose and copy with him the writings of the mountains.

I can’t even make a photocopying machine!

You took a heavy breath.

The southern geese will not lift their heads: “You will be here for the night.” I’m sorry.

You said, “I didn’t think you were here. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose is flying down the street: “The Big Brother is not in hiding for the night.” I’m sorry.

Do not think I am in love with you!

After half an hour, you throw your pen and swung your wrists and shouted for rest. The southern geese fly with their tiny eyes, but they say nothing, put your pen back on the pen hill and keep writing. You stopped working, you went to the bookshelf to find a couple of maps and some strange ideas, and you looked like it.

Turning to the navigator, you began to design the future flight route, and you heard talking in the middle of it, and asked, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

You look up, and you’re right in front of the geese. And he took away his sight: “I said nothing. “If you can’t just stretch your pen and lick your ink in the ink, you’re going to go to sea.” I’m sorry.

“I can’t afford a sail. I’m sorry.

“Why buy?”

“Did you return it? I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose suddenly stopped writing: “Is she planning to go back?” I’m sorry.

“I’m not going to defect! Don’t think. I’m sorry.

The southern geese licked their pens full of ink and left them on the side of the table, licking them again and again. You cannot help but look at him, and he is only looking at what has been written before him, saying, ‘I do not know how far she has gone.’ Once upon a time, she didn’t seem to like going out. I’m sorry.

“We didn’t know each other before.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese don’t answer. You felt like you were angry, so you were busy, “Let’s talk more later.” I’m sorry.

“We’ll talk later. “The southern geese keep writing, they speak a lot of hot air.

There was no candle fire in the Books, and it was lit with a bright night bell. The warm light is as warm as the face of the geese, and you look at it for a while, remembering what is right and asking, “How is the magic in you?” I’m sorry.

South Goose seems to have never thought you’d ask this: “Don’t worry, Master and Elder have seen it. I’m sorry.

“All done? I’m sorry.

“No problem. I’m sorry.

“What the hell is going on?”

“It was suppressed with a spell. I’m sorry.

“Can’t be eradicated?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

He’s frowning, he doesn’t seem to want to talk. It is only when you ask the Sword of Heaven that the Master has come out and the Sword is now kept by the Master and the Elders themselves.

You ask, “What are we doing with the Sword of Heaven?” Nor can it be used; it is a scourge. “In addition to faking the male owner,

The Southern Goose has a glimpse of you: “Don’t you remember the battle of God?” I’m sorry.

You’ve asked the school masters, and the school masters have thrown a whole book at you to see it.

And from the time of old, there was the end of all things. The legends say that, after the end of the day, the demons will be scattered and a new era will be born, and none of them will believe that fighting over the domination of the new era will continue, and the weaker demons and humans will only live in supplication. In the Ninth War, the Shaitan, with himself and the ninety-nine great heavenly devils, finally forged a sword of heaven, a sword that cut off the lifeblood of the people of God, and caused the pillars to lean down, and the water to pour down, so that the world would never see the ghosts of the sky.

God’s hand, demon’s hand, ghost’s hand. A hundred thousand ghost kings have flooded the world with water from the Yellow Springs, and if nothing is done, there will be no so-called life-saving return. The people of the heavens and the earth do their utmost to remove the ghosts back to the realm of the earth, to reduce the cracks of the realm, and to keep the demons from the abyss of night and night, and from the door of the realm of the devil, and from it.

And the people of the gods were born with humans before they could recede, and left behind a treasure to be raised again. Mankind was made to live by the grace of the people of the gods, and from that time he left himself among the people of the first and kept the heavens and the earth clean for God. Those who teach are more likely to regard them as their own, and they must not allow the outside world to be haunted.

The power of the demons is also diminishing in the passage of time, and it is increasingly difficult to escape from the abyss of night and night. The sword of the sky, broken in the battle of the demons, has been turned several times, recreated in the hands of the demons, but it was the last hope of the demons, though it was sublime.

It’s all boring. You dropped it on the side without looking at it. You picked up another one. The book is a great collection of toilet areas, and there is a great deal of love and sorrow, and a lot of sword-swords and poaching. And suddenly you see one of them, and ask him, “Sir, it says that ghosts’ eyes can see the past, and demons’ eyes can see the future, why do they not say God? I’m sorry.

“The rumors are false, they are not true. I’m sorry.

“Okay. So why is there no God?”

It seemed as if the Southern Goose had been indifferent to it, and you were annoying, and said, “God has no eyes. I’m sorry.

“Huh? I’m sorry.

“If you do not see, you will be equal, and you will be righteous with a sword. I’m sorry.

You don’t want to go on with this profound philosophical subject, and put it together: “How bad is it, how rich is it, how equal is it?” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose continued with the book that you had written half way back, saying, “The world is a lost and the world is a lost and the world is a dead end.” I’m sorry.

You’ve stopped shaking the fan’s hand, thinking that the first time the book was alone was because of a mental problem. The cause of this was the writing by the Lord of a hymn that brought together the elites of the streets to fight against the demons of the outside world. The young brother of the Southern Goose ripped a copy of it from the front door of the cafeteria and flew it back to the South Goose the next day, with a small essay from the south Goose flying at the entrance, and a big “non-right and evil” story, which was a battle between the strong and the weak”, with sharp words, implying that the male lord was crowned.

It was written by the elders with their beards in their eyes, believing that the southern geese were in the dark and white, that they were in danger of thinking, that they had sent him to the black house hundreds of times and that he had been re-educated. The author of the book also said that it was a pen of the southern geese flying and then depraved, and that he had a bad heart.

South Goose flies against your eyes and then loses, and turns the wrong eye. I’m sorry.

You said, “It’s nothing. I was wondering if you had been bullied when you were a child, and no one has given you a head.” This is why we believe in the law of the jungle.

“I don’t remember. I’m sorry.

“I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a private matter, you shouldn’t ask. I’m sorry.

“Dumbs, don’t be cold when you talk.”

And the South Goose went on for a moment, and asked: “What was her like when she was young?” I’m sorry.

You’re very satisfied.

And then some time later, it was wonderful for you to walk in and out of the library with the back of the geese. The only thing that’s not good enough is to be on duty with other deacon cousins and never get close to the restricted area.

And when the time comes to see, when you are troubled, a Deacon comes to report that you will be alone tonight.

Then you will look up and ask, “What are you going to do?” I’m sorry.

“Tonight the Masters and the Elders will try to break the Sword of Heaven, fear the demons and disturb the demons of the Quartet. I’m sorry.

Nod your head: When I’m done with the antidote, I’ll run down the mountain, or I’ll go to the common world to save my money. It’s too dangerous for you to fix your fairies.

Tonight, in the absence of a month, you finally arrived in the restricted area. There are multiple spells in the area, and you have been able to untangle it by remembering the parts of the book where the masters and women entered the restricted section.

You finally had a golden finger, reached out to get a book, a flash of light, a blood flower on your palm!

It hurts!

You were standing there crying, you saw a very deep wound running through your palms, and the feeling of paralyzing spread rapidly from the wound to your arm, and you were quick to pull back.

You wrapped it up in your handkerchief, you ate a light, you didn’t dare touch it again. It took three full hours to get sweaty and finally found the encyclopedia of the venom. It’s a little bit of magic in the book, and it smells really weird.

You: ..that’s the black magic of Daddy.

You’ve tried so many ways to break the curse on the book. It’s almost light in your eyes, and you’re in a hurry to feel something on your shoulder.

And you stand still, and you see a hand stretching from behind you, and you take the thick book from the bookshelve unharmed.

You: ?

You twist your head, the Shadow is on the dust, knocks on the cover, fades off the saliva, and turns on the first page.

The Shaitan said, “Oh, it’s a book written by a prophet, a beautiful writer. I’m sorry.

His little eyes were open: “Damn, you sent this to be a signed book.” I haven’t found it in ages! I’m sorry.

You said, “Did you not turn?” I’m sorry.

“I haven’t settled with you yet!” You humans are so evil, I’m so lucky I’m so high, I almost caused a terrible disaster. How’s your mission going? I’m sorry.

You said, “You are mistaken. I’m sorry.

“No way. I’m sorry.

The Shaitan pulls out a picture. Open it.

What kind of abstract graffiti is this? It’s the ghosts who recognize them!

Say, “Do you not really think that this picture looks like the one you look at? I’m sorry.

The Shadows nodded their heads: “It’s so ugly to forget. I’m sorry.

You’re shocked: “You think I’m ugly?” I’m sorry.

Shaitan: “You are all alike.” I’m sorry.

(O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him)

You finally found the same entry in the book as the medicine. It says clearly: “The medicine leads to the ashes.”

What is this?

You turn to the Shadow and find no one around you. And thou shalt write it in thy heart, and return it to the bookcase, and it is about to slip out of it, and lo! thou hearest a man saying: Who is there? I’m sorry.

And as soon as you went back to the back of the bookshelves, you heard the sword coming out of your neck, and you drew it out against your back, and suddenly you rolled out of the air, and you were thrown out into a few rows of bookshelves.

“The Devil! I’m sorry.

You heard the window sound as if it had been broken, and then it disappeared, and the window was closed with a bang, and there was silence in the library.

Zip, bluff.

You climb out of the bottom of the bookshelve, run out of the forbidden areas, jump through the curse in the order in which you came, just turn around, and you’re cold enough to crash into a man’s arms.

Sister?

You against the man’s face.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

You fell on the ground, and the master’s eyes were on your feet, and you said, “Son, there was a demon coming at you, and his brother has already gone out.” I’m sorry.

He saw the blood spot on your shirt, asked if you were hurt, and touched your artery. And thou seest his finger covered with a powder of aroma, and he shrunk his hand, and cried out in pain, and said, ‘Found’.

Your acting’s exaggerating, but the man doesn’t doubt it.

You jumped a few steps, the man looked at you for a while and said, “I’m offended,” and you were picked up.

You: Wait, brother, we’re not organized!

When the Shadows were gone, and the Books were set up, and the sky was shining, you were looking for a reason to land, and suddenly you heard the man say, “Where did you come from?” I’m sorry.

You told him the truth, and he smiled and said, “Did you steal Nan? You’re a big man. Don’t be naughty. I’m sorry.

You look so low, it’s like you’re really just a little bitch.

He said, ‘There has been much going on lately, and you have returned unharmed, and you have not had time to visit.’ I’m sorry.

You: ..I’m in the middle of nowhere.

The man then asked him about the load he had sent, and you had a headache at the moment: that day you were playing with the sister-in-law in the house, looking out through the open window and seeing the geese flying under the garden tree. Nor do they know how long they have stood, but when they see him, most of them will hear you exaggerate with him.

The southern geese fly and the male lord are almost half-open opponents, each of them having a swarm of fire. Once upon a time when the elbows of the “you” had turned out, the geese flew as if there were no “you ” ; but now you’ve gradually built a great friendship with the “you” of the “nose” and it seems very …

You didn’t have time to cry out to your brother, but the geese flew like they didn’t hear you and turned away.

And then you’ll eat, and then you’ll see, and you’ll see, and you’ll leave two valuables, locked in the deepest cabinets, and you’ll keep them as emergency funds.

The male Lord heard of what you sent away, and laughed, “They said to you in private that you and those who were before you were equal.” I’m sorry.

You smiled with embarrassment and no disrespect and tried to let him go.

“Men: There are some who are not big and small, and ask if you were dispossessed. I’m sorry.

You’re astonished, and the smile fades away.

A few people came out of the slash, and you turned your face to the man’s chest. A chilling voice sounded: “Senior.” I’m sorry.

You pretend to die in peace, and listen to the sound, “Sir.” I’m sorry.

You’re shaking.

The man stopped and said, “Son of the South.” I’m sorry.

You: Help!

The two men said a few things, and the men took you home first, saying, “It’s important that you don’t have to bother, I’ll do it.” I’m sorry.

The man put you down gently and held your arm steady. You smiled at the southern geese in an awkward and unceremonious manner, and the remaining Deacon cousins were covered with “no eyes”.

Before leaving the house, the master had recently warned people to be vigilant and had specifically said that he would take care to keep the Deacon’s trust, saying that he had deliberately and inadvertently taken a look at the southern geese. The little brother of the South Goose Flying realized that he looked at you in the air.

You touched your nose, and you thought, “This is the back of your neck, and another door full of it.”

The southern geese on the road don’t say a word, and you’ll have to jump, and the awkward time is multiplying. Ask the elders how the Sword of Heaven has been studied. The southern geese have said that nothing has been gained and that they have met for the first time.

You said, “It’s over, I’m sure the pompous one thinks I’ve abandoned him.” I thought I’d make friends here so I wouldn’t be alone.

Soon, the South Goose will throw you off, and you will catch up with it, because the break of the curse before it took too much energy to breathe.

The southern geese stop in front of the Rainbow Bridge and look at you with cold eyes. You do the whole set, you wait for his sword to take you. He pulled you in one hand and hit you with a wound on your hand.

The southern geese saw the blood on their hands and took your hand and saw: “What happened? I’m sorry.

You take your hand back, and that’s when you find out where the handkerchief is. He said, “The devil is in the library.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese appear to have some suspicion, and you look down and pretend to care for the wound, and suddenly one of the Supas falls into your hands. The southern geese said, “Put it in. I’m sorry.

And when you had not been able to thank him, he said to him, “Wait for the passage of Swords, no blood.” I’m sorry.

You tried to wrap the plaque up, but one hand was very reluctant. And thou hast made the geese fly with thine eyes several times, and he shall not move, nor be ashamed of his standing by.

You had to bow your head and bite. I think you’re looking too bad. Two students from the other side of the sword almost fell to the ground.

The Southern Goose can’t watch this, so you can let go, three or two knots are fixed for you, and you get cold and sweaty. I’m sorry.

He said, “Sorry. I’m no better than Big Brother. I’m sorry.

You’re astonished, my brother. Too winning. You can take the man with you?

The South Goose is pulling your sword, and Powerdo is at last gentler. You’ve just left the bridge, and a little chill is in the wind, and you feel like you know each other.

– Shadow’s knife!

The Shadow is still in the Mountain, the Sword of Heaven! Master!

You turn around and you jump, you jump, you fall on the edge of the rainbow bridge, you pull your legs out. The mountains cannot have a sword, and the South Gooses will soon follow you: “There is magic.” I’m sorry.

You’re going to admire his sensitivity, and you’re going to listen to him and you’re going to say, “Your leg is not hurt.” I’m sorry.

“I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese laugh, “A good one must be loved.” I’m sorry.

You: how does he feel more angry?

And as soon as you had arrived at a temple not far from the Bookplace, you heard a brother screaming. You’ve got your heart ripped up, you’ve got your voice on your head, you’ve got a cold fog knife on your nose!

The southern geese are furious: “No more!” I’m sorry.

And thou tookst the second sword of the Shaitan, and he was cast into his wrist, and turned not back, and the third of the Shaman came, and the geese smote with a sword, and both sides took a step back. You ran to the injured student and noticed that the knife had not been stabbed, that you could not stop the bleeding immediately.

The Shadow turned around and smiled at you, “It’s too late.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly towards you, and the shadows run away, and you crawl behind them. And when the geese came to the temple, they saw the male and the female, and the sword was pointed, and the shadows laughed, and suddenly their bodies grew, and the fog was filled with the whole house!

People are constantly coming out of the house, but they are stopped, and their voices sound like the sky. You waved your sword, but nothing. When the shadows were far away, you were sore as a needle in your eyes, you shed tears in your eyes, and a shadow came into your eyes, you waved your sword, and the lady cried out: I’m sorry.

When the fog suddenly disintegrated, you saw the male master covered in blood, and she was holding his heart, and blood was constantly coming from her. The sound in your head, the lightness of your body, it was the southern geese that got you. The Shaitan’s mist knife slashed down your side, and the wind stinged your face, and it was long enough, with a thunderbolt, and it split the floor of the palace in half, and the ditch was so deep, and the magic rose up!

When you raised your sword, you stood in the way of the Shadow’s knife, and the South Goose shouted, “Sister,” and said, “This guy is afraid of the heat.” I’m sorry.

You lay down your sword, you put your sword in it, you whispered it, and you set a fire to the sky, and you stabbed it, and you hit it with the Shadow’s long knife, and it shook it, and you flew back, and suddenly the vest was carried, and the southern geese flew in your ear, saying, “Come!” I’m sorry.

And with your strength go forth, while he is before the Shadow. Then the Shadow began to draw a few shadows, and the sword fell on all sides, listening only to the sound of the twilight, and the southern geese flew one sword each, and took it down, and in this emptiness you took the sword from the bottom to the side, and the dark red blood splattered!

And the soul of the Shaitan broke a large mouth, and the magic came forth, but he did not turn back, but he turned forward, and his body reached to your sword, and drew you to the crack of his chest. The southern geese reach out and the hostess jumps up, and the shadows stretch out their hands and grab them!

16

You rise up from a red field, and a wind blows, and a little bit of gas.

Is it inside the belly of the Shadow Demon?

You look down, there’s nothing but a wilderness. You crouched down and scratched the ground, and found it to be dust, and strangled your feet, and didn’t hear the pain, so you made it clear that you did not have Sun Goku’s play in his stomach.

You moved forward with confusion, looking far away at the fire and the premises, and accelerated your steps. A small river appears behind the grass, and it widens, and when you finally enter the town, the river has become a burning river.

You didn’t come under that big lamp, but you found it not a big light, but a burning monster body!

The ogre’s body was large, hung half-empty by thick-legged line, with its tail almost towed to the ground, where blood became a spring. The wind blows out, and Mars and coke fall as rain on the monster’s body.

You took a step back and almost got knocked down by a few men coming up from behind. They all had snowed machete in their hands and stinged the monster’s body.

You realize they don’t see you.

Fantasia?

There was fire all over the house, and the outside walls of the house were filled with flames, and you saw other buildings hanging little monsters’ bodies, some of them holding human faces, and their skins were burned and their claws and horns were revealed.

The men were strong, with machetes, and each house had a sign on its doorpost to avoid evil. The sound of a horse’s hoof came from a crowd of men dressed up by the guards, and their spears were red with blood, shouting, “There he is! I’m sorry.

You saw the horse with a strong net in it, a little child. A voice said, “A seed planted by evil spirits!” I’m sorry.

Raise your head and look upon an old woman who has lost her eyes and kneels down on the second floor of the house and prostrates herself to the west: “For three years you cannot walk, for five years you can’t see, for seven years you can’t speak, and for seven years you can’t speak, the evil one who bows to the devil.” I’m sorry.

And the people downstairs said, “Strike him! I’m sorry.

The old lady raised something above her head. It was a short sickle with a blade full of light and caught by the man who ran downstairs on horseback. Operation Marion disappears at the corner.

And follow thou, and pass thou under a crowded roof, and the fire shall be seen in the shadows of the shadows, and behold, a familiar white man shall pass by the alley.

Brother! I’m sorry.

You’re running, and the fire is getting away, and it’s getting dark, and it’s just a little bit high. You realize you’re thin, like you’re a normal person. It’s like there’s no way out.

You can’t breathe. There’s a cold drop on your head and you’re slipping into your collar. You finally ran to the alley, and there was fire, a lot of people walking around with lanterns.

So you went towards the center of the crowd, and the monks on the way saw you, and turned out a way, and soon you saw a number of people kneeling on their knees, tied to ropes, and a few of them carrying swords, and you said, “Miss White.” I’m sorry.

Not an illusion?

It rained and soon someone came to support you. And ask yourself, “What happened?” I’m sorry.

A monk told you that people in this town had designed to kill 10 men, and they wanted revenge for the same house. When you’re done with a knife, one head falls on the ground, and the blood blows up the next person!

For the first time, you were so close to killing people, you were so scared, you ran into the men behind your umbrella, and the men were so cold, you looked like ice. And he asked you to stand aside and look up to you from the face of a man on his knees.

– Master!

The monk raised his sword again, and saw the male lord’s head on the ground. Say, “Wait! I’m sorry.

You’re against the man, you’re like, “Big Brother.” I’m sorry.

A monk said, “This has nothing to do with Miss White, please go rest. I’m sorry.

Say, “You cannot kill him.” I’m sorry.

The monks are so pale, they say, “What about Miss White? I’m sorry.

They give you a lot of power, and you can’t breathe. You look around and you want to find the southern geese that just glanced.

The rain is getting worse and everything is blurry. Then suddenly the priest stabbed him in the mouth of his heart, and you couldn’t bear to stretch out your hand and strike him in the path of strength. But the sword was so powerful, it was just a one-sided one, it pierced the man’s chest, and it came through the back.

Before you take your body, a couple of monks come to stop you, you squeeze the machine, you put your sword out, and you put your sword under four swords!

You’ve been shaken by the force of four men, you’ve got a hot heart, and you’ve been bleeding. Then the swords of the monks came upon them, and you left the people behind, and you fled, and drew up the Lord and ran away.

You ran all the way down the narrow street, and the blood of the male master was soon full. You drag him into a dark and broken house, you touch him with a tadpole, you throw him at the intersection, the chasers are drawn, and you turn towards it.

You said, “Is it really you, Big Brother?” I’m sorry.

The man who doesn’t speak, you touch the hot, wet hand, and go and fetch the potion. And lo! the male lord took hold of thy hand, and said: Thou shalt kill me. I’m sorry.

“Why would I want to kill you?” I’m sorry.

“Then why did you lie? I’m sorry.

And thou shalt be appalled, and thou shalt say: I am forced. I’m sorry.

You heard the man laugh in the dark, and you breathed, and said, “Yes, we are being forced.” I’m sorry.

Your hands are covered in his wounds, and there’s blood coming out. You’re a little panicking, and you’re letting him stop talking and try to heal his wounds, but you’re only going to gather a little bit of power. It’s strange in your heart that the man’s breath is getting heavy and suddenly he’s soft!

You screamed, and suddenly you remembered the outside pursuits, and you covered your mouth, wet your face and choked into your nose with a thick smell of blood. You are on your way to touch the people on the ground, and suddenly the door is blown, the fire shines on the house, the warriors come in with blood on the ground, and you even see the boots swirling. The lord is lying next to you, his eyes are not closed, and your clothes are covered in his blood.

This is another group of strangers, angry: “You killed him!” I’m sorry.

You held your sword tight and your voice trembled: “I did not, they killed me.” I’m sorry.

And the samurai came to you, and you jumped, and seven or eight swords were stabbed, and you did not know where it came from, and you stopped them all. You took the door and a samurai came after you, and he cut you in the back, and struck you in pain.

“The witch!”

You drew a sword, you hit it with the sword of the samurai, two other warriors came to you, you retreated back, the sword in the middle, the sound of the sword was thunder, you jumped forward, the sword was shining like snow, the warrior looked up in his eyes, your hand was slightly blocked, and the next second you saw his head flying, blood coming out of your mouth, and you spattered your face!

You got a hole in your head, you got a soft leg, you almost got on your knees. The other two warriors came up, and their eyes were broken: “A monster, kill my brother!” I’m sorry.

So you roll, and your face is cut with a sword and a sting. You can’t look, you can run.

Out of town, back to the wasteland, the red and brown land, half a man of artemisinin swaying in the wind, far from the town of fire, the ogre’s body is like a torch that never goes out, burning the sky red.

The slime of blood flowed to the handle of the sword and wetted your blood-stained hand again. You swallow the air and run towards the dark night.

You killed someone.

Then the screams came closer and closer, and you shouted, “South Goose Flying!” I’m sorry.

The wind hunts at night, the artemisinin grass is almost down, the air smells of hay, the field is empty and the curves on the hills of the sky are hidden.

“South Goose Flying!”

Nobody answers you.

You can only escape deeper into the darkness.

Gradually, the power of your body was filled, and you were in doubt, but you were unable to take it. You were about to take the sword, and suddenly you took a sword on your calf, and your knees were soft, and you threw yourself down, while you rolled, and your sword passed on, and the dust was blown up.

You jumped, you forced the sword, and you almost stabbed it on several occasions. And thou wentest forth by night, by night, by night, and by fire from a distance, as if it were a golden snake, but it was not too long that it reached its feet. And then suddenly, a blizzard came up, and you fell out of the way, and you threw your sword, and you stood up against the wall and you didn’t roll into the fire.

You turn your back, and your hands are sore, and your hands are sore, and you can’t see it before it’s too late.

What the hell is this place?

A great gruesome spirit passed through the breakaway road, two floors high, on both sides of the road, and the houses built by black stones were flooded in the sea of fire, with the demons and the spirits fighting.

You think this place is some kind of magic. But how can there be ghosts in the world?

You fear that the sword will draw the attention of the enemy, and you are prepared to go in the opposite direction, but you see the enemy coming to the depth of the fire, flashing through a familiar shadow.

“South Goose Flying!”

You gather up the body and run to the fire. You’re not very familiar with this spell, but you’ve taken advantage of some of the fire’s roots, so you won’t get hurt, but it’s just the wind that can’t open your eyes.

And you followed the Southern Goose and you called out his name, but he did not hear it. He was discovered by a gruesome spirit, and the southern geese were flying in the dark, and even stopped at the street junction, as if they were looking for something. He’s got a sickle in his hand, and he’s flying south geese!

You jump with all your might, with the wind on your head and your hand through the shoulder of the southern geese!

Your heart is heavy and your mind is like, “South Goose Fly!” I’m sorry.

The southern geese seem to wake up from their dreams and look in your direction. And it was then that you suddenly touched his clothes, and when he pulled his shoulder into his arms, he ran forward, and the sickle fell on the ground next to you, splattering a rock like rain!

You are stoned, and you fall out of your grip, and the southern geese are on the ground. He looked at you and looked at you, and suddenly he became clear. I’m sorry.

Say, “You will not die.” I’m sorry.

When I didn’t have time to talk, the bitter sickle fell again, almost blinded. And the southern geese swung you, almost with a sickle on them, and drew forth their swords, and prevented the stones from flying towards you.

So you scram and breathe behind a stone wall, and the southern geese rise up upon the roof, and say, “Where have you been, chasing after those? Nor should you.” I’m sorry.

Did he see those people too? It’s really not an illusion?

Your mind is full of things, and your mouth says, “I am the one who is wrong!” I don’t know how to hide! I’m sorry.

South Goose Fly and Dirt Wirtling, you’re up on the roof and you’re going to help him. The rest of the evil spirits were drawn to me, gathered together, and you were unable to clean up, and you were unaware that the half of your shoulder was cool, and the next second of your sword passed by, and a black blood blew out behind your back. The southern geese are too close to their swords to escape the grip of a gruesome spirit and hurry to turn back: “Go down, do not distract me. I’m sorry.

You said, “…you know, you don’t have to pretend.” I’m sorry.

Then jump down the roof, and the enemy gathers up, and you concentrate on it, and you hear only the sounds of the war behind you, and when you have the sword, you must look back, and you will see the sword spread out, and you will cover it. The grumbles and turns into dust, and the southern geese leap back and forth a little bit.

The shadow of the sword spreads, and the fog fades away, and there is only a small swarm, and as soon as the southern geese fly, a dark hand is found in the fog, and they pull him back!

You just caught the South Goose’s sleeve before you flew up.

17

You fell on the southern geese again, and you did not rise, but you listened to him, “Don’t move!” “Swords come out, you’ve almost washed on top of your head, you’ve fallen on your head, you feel a little liquid on your back.

You waited a while, you didn’t see the sound, the geese flew and you didn’t talk. I’m sorry.

You turn your head a little bit, and with a swordlight like water, you find that the South Goose is staring at you. You caught him. He immediately pushed you up.

With this blue flame you find the surroundings different from before, and you’ve become haunted, asking, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: “I think it’s in the ghostland again. I’m sorry.

You said, “What if we were in the realm of magic? Not an illusion? “Where’s Miss Gu?” I’m sorry.

Nan Goose Flying said that if you were still at the gate, you should have been awakened by the gate elders. As for the hostess, he didn’t see either.

You are far more blinded than you. The southern geese say, “The Shadow is a special kind of magic, and it is not false. He and the Sword of the Scorpion are in the sentinel, so that they may be able to draw upon the power of the Sword of the Scorpion to tear up the space, and use it as a gate to trap you in it.”

(O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) I’m sorry.

South geese shake their heads. He speculates that you were not dragged into the realm by the spell of the enemy, but by the crack of space at the border between the realm and the realm. The area is roughly in a precarious state, and just wait for the time to find another space crack and return to the realm of magic.

The southern geese cut their fingertips and drew with blood a talisman, which threw it into the air and lit a blue flame. The flames burn out and the ashes float north. The southern geese fly: “The north is very powerful, heading north. I’m sorry.

You’re surprised, “How can you gather fire?” It’s forbidden. I hear it’s easily reversed. I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law is going to turn me in.” I’m sorry.

…sweet, shameful!

Maybe it’s true, as Nan Goose said, you’re cracking in space, and you feel strong and weak. There’s nothing strange about it, though it’s heavy. You’re relaxed, and you feel nothing.

The southern geese found you limping and asked, “Is it hurt?” I’m sorry.

You show him the wounds on your leg, the geese wrinkle their frown, you pass on the pills, you take the pills, you watch him.

The southern geese are in the air. Say, “I still have a wound on my back.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly a little, and then they fly back.

You said, “Don’t you think I can’t see behind it? I’m sorry.

South Goose flew slowly back. And you stare at it for a moment, and the eyes of the geese are dazzling.

As if the wound on his back and the shirt were stuck with blood, and the fire was burning, and you put the medicine in his hand: “I took off my clothes.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese are so tight, “Sir! I’m sorry.

And when you stare, “Do not take off your clothes, or be kind.” I’m sorry.

You’re still wearing the dress of a guy from the door, and it’s easy to take off a sleeve and show half his back. When the undershirts were taken off in half, the bad feeling became a reality: the wounds and the clothes were bound together by blood.

If you try hard to fail, you can only put hope on the southern geese, “Slow down.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly only vaguely “um.”

You’re still in a cold sweat, even though you’re psychologically prepared. And the southern geese fly fast, and you wear your cool air, and you turn your head over, and the southern geese do not look down, and the dark fire in their hands shows a dark blue on his side, and the ears are red.

And suddenly you are thinking of a prank, “What is it, that you see?” I’m sorry.

“You…”

And you received it with skill: “I am sorry that I am light, and I am not proud, and I am not ashamed, and I am a human being.” I’m sorry.

The South Goose has been staring at you for half a day, and the last sleeve is gone. But then he stopped and looked down at your leg, “It’s bad.” I’m sorry.

Say, “What do you say?”

The southern geese turn to you and turn around and say, “Come up. I’m sorry.

You’re flattered, “You’re carrying me? I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “Yes?”

You said, “Sir, you didn’t say anything to me. I’m a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.

The southern geese turned their heads and said, “The old lady likes to be spoken out to you.” I’m sorry.

I am not a masochist! I’m sorry.

And thou hast fallen upon the back of the South Goose, saying: Next time I will carry thee. You’re better than me, you’re lighter than me, and I can handle it. I’m sorry.

The southern geese sneezed and seemed helpless.

You have been gone for a long time, but the fire has fallen only a few tiny ashes, falling on the shoulders of the southern geese. Then you breathed, and suddenly you smelled the cold smell of the southern geese flying, and you did not perceive God, and suddenly you listened to them and asked, “What was the wound? I’m sorry.

You look down on your hand. Some of the blood on the top has been scraped off, while others are still there, and the nails are black.

“I killed someone. I’m sorry.

You see the eyelashes of the South Goose flying: “Who is it? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know. Did you see anything strange? Some people with knives, monks, and a lot of monsters. I’m sorry.

And the Southern Goose snubbed for a moment and said: No. I’m sorry.

“So it’s still an illusion?”

The South Goose will release a hand and hand it over to you. You do not understand. He says, “Do not think much. I’m sorry.

You hold on to your warm, warm ponies like you’re all over your body, and you bow your head against the bloody shoulder of the geese: “I am really afraid of killing.” I didn’t think I’d make it. I couldn’t do it like you. I just want to live with you. I’m sorry.

It took a long time for the Southern Goose to whisper, “This will not be said again.” I’m sorry.

When you were silent for a while, suddenly you felt a breeze, and there was magic. If you don’t wait, the Southern Goose will release you, and the sword will come out, and the air will be slightly distorted in the front, and the South Goose will be killed with a sword, and the air will be tightened, and the magic gas will burst out, and you will jump in.

And the strong spirit almost blinded you, and a thunderbolt fell down, and the geese pushed you, and you turned away from your right and your left, and a murmur flew out and blew into black blood.

“Oh, fairies are safe? I’m sorry.

The devil smiles at you, and you return to the familiar realm of magic. And when the voice is not heard, and the devil fights again and again, and hears only a few whispers, and the spirit is scattered, and a man with a long knife stands in the face of the moon, and a strange gleaming of the blade.

Men!

His eyes were still covered in red, and he waited in your direction for a while, a little groaning, “No.” I’m sorry.

“It’s old knowledge, too. I’m sorry.

Man three: The thief who stole the Sword. I’m sorry.

“Ah, you remember.”

Man three: I am not forgetting anything. He pointed to his own eyes, “for hundreds of years. “The sound of the word goes down, the ghost rises, the sen.

Ghosts will take the hostess and flee with them, and the southern geese will come out a few steps, and they will look to you again. So you are going away from your senses, and when you are taken away by magic, you cry out: “Go!” I’m sorry.

The South Goose has looked at you and pursued you.

18

And thou art standing on the edge of the woods, and fifty steps away from it is the magic of the mist, and a hundred feet away is the man of the shadows, and he is the one of the pious.

Before you came, it was clear that there had just been a vicious war, without any mutilations, but all over the land was black blood and almost a shallow swamp, cold and cold. The blood berth is packed with black dust, the body of the devil, known as the ash.

You snuggle, and the blood under your feet rings. And it was at that time that the men and the devils came together, and you turned your back and ran towards the safety of the shadows. And yet the devil is only a fickle shot, and he’s pulling out, and he’s blinking, and he’s reaching for you.

You said, “O my lord, you fairies fight, and don’t let me waste my money.” I’m sorry.

And with him thou wast driven by the wind, and said: thy little lover is so handsome. Where have you been? I’m sorry.

You said, “You’re still gossiping at the moment of death! I’m sorry.

“The devil, time is running out. Hold on. I’m sorry.

He blocked the men’s offensive and said: “I’m afraid there is something to ask of you. I’m sorry.

You have a bad feeling: “I can’t, I can’t.” I’m sorry.

“This is something you have to do. I’m sorry.

You said, “I think I’ll die.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to die later or now?” I’m sorry.

The voice just fell, the ghost knife and the fog blade slammed in front of your face, and the squirt squirted you. “I do not want to die.”

“I’m afraid you have no choice. I’m sorry.

And (O Muhammad SAW) say: “Then I will set the terms. I’m sorry.

Then the devil answered, “I want the ashes of heaven!” I’m sorry.

And behold, the devil looked at thee in depth and said: O good. *Stand together, a moment of magic, a moment of shock. *

You’re surprised: “How powerful! You’re getting better so fast?”

Then the devil smiled away, and asked: ‘How are your people?’ I’m sorry.

If you don’t understand, the devil says, “Don’t you think it’s strange that the King of Ghosts is in the realm of demons? I’m sorry.

And it is a matter of doubt that you are in your heart: the devils have been guarding the devils for 100,000 years, and it is said that both sides should be equal. Today there are many evils in the devils, but it is strange that there is no one left.

“Where are all the demons? I’m sorry.

He said, “How many have the good girls lied to? The Sword of God is at your door, isn’t it?” We also thank you for the sword of the sky, which has left the realm of the earth, and for the sound of the earth, and for the coming of the devils, and for the blood of the devils. I’m sorry.

As if your heart were burning, and as if your voice had been blown into the court, the devils would come to prevent it, and the men would strike a way out of life. Into a temple, you look up at a giant statue of the heaven, with three arms and six arms, one of them carrying a sword of gold, and be surrounded by chains stretching out in all directions. It’s hard enough for you to see it before it’s too late. It’s hard enough for you. You’ve been sorely shaken, you’ve got blood in your mouth, you’ve fallen to the ground. It’s going back, it’s breaking the arm of the statue, and it’s falling with a stone axe.

But when he rises, the devil and the man have gone through a hundred strokes, and the devil is dazzling, and countless devils will be turned to ashes. You watched the giant sky demon break down slowly under a ghost knife, and the chain and the gold sword didn’t move, and you finally knew what the devil was after: He seems to be trying to draw a ghost knife to break the bond of the golden sword.

Every time a ghost slashed the sea, the chain stunned like a beast. You can barely breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t even hear a big bang and the chains are broken!

The devil has asked you to draw the sword, and you have touched the handle, and the golden sword sings out. He said: How dare you draw this sword out of the blood of the devil? I’m sorry.

And he smiled, and said: blind man, what are you saying? I’m sorry.

And when the voice of the man was not heard, the man had been cut to pieces, and the wind had gone down, and there was a ghost crying, and there was an electric stone fire, and the devil threw the sword at you, and his lips were not moved, and his voice sounded in your ear: “Go to the waterhouse! Then the knife went down and turned black fog!

And you take the sword, and a chilly enchantment comes upon you, and you try to throw it into your heart, and the heart is sore, and your face is so hot, and it’s red and you kneel down on your knees. As a result of the pain, there was a warmth in the chest, as if the magic could not withstand the heat and slowly retreated out. You’ve regained consciousness, you’ve got a face, you’ve found blood in your eyes and nose. Half the walls of the house collapsed, and the demons were re-emerged, and the men were entangled to go deeper into the court.

And the voice of the Shaitan shall ring again in your ear, but it shall be weak: “Bring the sword and water to save the master, and when it is done, give you the ashes.” I’m sorry.

You greeted the 18 generations of the fathers of the devil, and dragged a heavy sword to the waterhouse.

On the way you saw the demons and the murmurs fighting, and you went to the pavilion, and you tried to kill the doorkeepers, and broke through with a golden sword, and broke into it. You followed your last memory to the deepest part of the world, and she was surprised to see you, and you put the magic to the fore for its consequences, and he groaned: “He should not have brought you in.” “Did you get hurt with this sword?” I’m sorry.

And say, “There is still a few breath left. How can I save you? I’m sorry.

“The only way to break the chain is with this sword.” I’m sorry.

You looked at the chain and you knew you had to use your power. If it were to be driven by the power of the Spirit, it would not have caused it to enter like the Sword of Heaven. “Let me see your wounds.” I’m sorry.

Say, “It’s okay. I was just wondering, why is it so hard to just live? I’m sorry.

And the Shaitan was right. And thou tookst it up, and saidst, ‘As long as I shall die, let me have the same addiction of a hero.’ I’m sorry.

And when they have gathered their strength, the magic enters them, but, as it did just a moment ago, they turn away. You’ve been steady, you’ve taken your sword to the chain, you’ve cut it so many times, your ears are buzzing and the chain is finally broken. It was only when you were sweating and panting like a cow that you realized that the mouths of both hands had been shattered.

Then a group of demons will come in, and you will cut the chains on the other side, and the demons will turn to you, and you will take your heart, and you will wave your sword, and the demons will spread out into the fog, and you will be wrapped in it, and you will suddenly have a little bit of ice, and someone will take the sword in your hand, and the sword will be like a dragon, and a sword will sweep it into dust!

The Gods gave you back their sword. Her sword is barely out of hand, cold sweating on her forehead. Do not beware of the terror, and hasten to cut off the other chain, and when the great work is accomplished, a strangulation of blood is made.

You were almost unsettled, and the Lord kept you in his arms, and you fell in her arms, enraged: “It seems to me that life not only wants me to die, but also to bend.” I’m sorry.

And the devil is incomprehensible. Say: Give me back what you saved me the last time. You can think of building a statue for me in the square. I’m sorry.

The devil touched your forehead and relieved you of the magic of the sword. Listening to the ghost invasion, she said, “The cleavage of the ghost door has grown, and today’s ghost king is an illusion, but it will not take long. I’m sorry.

And the devil is going to the door of a ghost, and he cannot send you in haste, but he has left his name in your hands with magic: ‘Accord to it, if there is a distress, call me once.’ “It’s just a matter of time before I go.”

And many questions overtake your heart, and you swooped for a moment, and suddenly you remembered: what a good ash! What’s the credit?

You’re going to the outer edge of the world of magic, and you just want to get rid of all this nonsense. You’re running through the woods, you’re running away, you’re running away, you’re pulling your sword, you’re wearing your sword!

The spirit bites at you, you step back, the sword rises, and it turns into ashes!

You look at this familiar swordsmanship and say, “Sir! I looked around, and I stopped.

19

The southern geese are so bloody white that they take the first step even slightly. You went up to hold him and touched the blood.

Are you hurt? I’m sorry.

The southern geese have broken their breath when they speak, apparently with considerable internal injuries. You give him the power, he stomps away, you grab him. Ask them, “Why is she so hurt? I’m sorry.

“Recovered, settled in town. The Southern geese coughed twice, wrinkled their eyebrows, and “The enchanted lady is very strong.” I’m sorry.

And thou hast bowed thy head, and thou hast smelled it, but thou hast sensed nothing but a faint enchantment, and thou hast not disputed with him. The southern geese are going back to town all night, and you refuse, and arrange for a full night’s rest. And you dwell in a cave, and you set your bounds at the entrance, and you look back at the southern geese that are ready to take their medicine, as if they had returned to the night when they had just left the earth. It is only this cave, which is so small, that the geese fly in your sight, and say, “Sir, I’m going to take my medicine.” I’m sorry.

You said, “Oh. I’m sorry.

The southern geese waited for half a day to see you turn around, and their hands on their belts remain frozen.

You said, “I’ll help you.” I’m sorry.

Nan Goose has just said “no” and you’ve taken the pills from him, and you’ve removed his belt, and the South Goose’s got a shock, and it just covers your hand. You look up and look, perhaps because of the bonfire, and the southern geese fly with a pale red light on their faces, and the eyes of the flame shine.

For a moment, the geese turned their heads. You said, “Let go,” and he let go. And when you untie his belt, and he turns his side towards you, and you see the long eyelashes shivering, you wonder: The little brother is no worse than the male master.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

You said, “Nothing. “I suddenly found myself to be very colorful.

You’re the lightest and the fastest, but the southern geese still bite tight and sweat on their foreheads. When you see the powder, you get red, and you shake your hands a little, and you try to talk about something to distract you both: “Call it out, I won’t laugh at you.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese are still quiet.

Say: ‘You have long eyelashes. I’m sorry.

Then you will see the two lashes shaking, and the black and white eyes turn to you. You took advantage of a large amount of drug powder, and this time the geese flew unprepared and groaned, but the wound finally stopped the bleeding. You patched him up, you didn’t feel like he was a little sexy when he was suffocating in his throat.

Thinking of it, your knots are slightly smooth: stop and try not to show it under the relevant regulations.

You talked to the South Goose, he lays down, and you sit by the fire alone. What about the antidote? Are those visions or not? If not, what does that mean? The magic of the southern geese, the wounds of the male lord, the sword of the sky, the treasures of the treasures, so much trouble.

You’re sighing.

“What do you think? I’m sorry.

You don’t think, “Think big brother.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese across from the bonfire look cold.

You said, “It’s not like that. I’m sorry.

The southern geese turned their heads against the cave wall: “It’s not too early. I’m sorry.

Scumbag.

And suddenly you enter into the mountains and block the fire, even though it is not cold and cold. Turning back to the southern geese, you seemed asleep, so you reached out and touched his hand. And you added wood and prepared to touch the hand of the Southern Goose, and suddenly heard him say, “Sir.” It’s quiet.

“What?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese still have their backs on you: “Sit down. I’m sorry.

You moved. He said, “More.” I’m sorry.

You moved several times, and you were almost close to each other, so you could just reach out a little, and you could touch the hair of the southern geese. The southern geese are not talking, the warm bonfire warms your palms, and the wounds on your hands seem to be aching.

You can’t help but think of the stories of the caves that have become such a cliché: I can’t imagine that I’ll live until the day when I get this script, and I won’t call this play any more, and it doesn’t smell like it if I don’t fight and kill people who only have a relationship.

You wait for your heart to talk at night, while the southern geese fly in vain. “Do you have something to say to me? I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “No, it’s just the cold. You can sit back. I’m sorry.

You: .. so I’m a tool for the wind?

You made a mean face on his back and you didn’t move. With the wind again, you take off your man’s shirt and put your hands and feet on the geese. You can’t remember once again the man whose eyes were in the blood and the samurai whose head you had cut off.

So you tried to put aside all this nonsense and you said to yourself, “Leave it alone.” Then the geese turned over, and you shut up and look.

The southern geese appear to be asleep, but they are restless, their brows are not nuanced and their lips pale. The southern geese are always very handsome, very annoying, and their eyes are so bright that they do not dare to look at him, as the ancient poem says, “an inch of light in the sword.” And at this point, the southern geese were closed to their eyes, and there were only two shadows of eyelashes, with their heads slightly crooked, and perhaps a defensive gesture, and their hair was all messed up and glowing under fire. You hesitated for a while, and you couldn’t help but touch it. It’s as cool and smooth as I thought.

You pull up your coat, which is covered in the southern geese, and you hold it tight, and when you take your hands back, your fingers touch the face of the southern geese.

And the eyelashes of the southern geese tremble, and thy body shakes, and he moveeth not. Look at it again. Only the fire beats in his face, as if it were just a bonfire.

You look at the swords that the geese fly over their heads, and you look at the hands that are wrapped in claws, and you can’t feel your guts.

And as soon as you return to the earth, send a message to the door, and beware of the devil’s saber against the door. When the doorman received it safely, you finally took your breath and looked right in the face with the southern geese, and accidentally missed it. Later, he came to the tavern, and went into the room, and saw only the woman with the sword, saying, “There is a mole in the house.” I’m sorry.

You’re surprised.

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Then suddenly, the mistress looked at you, and the South Goose had his eyebrow and his right hand put a sword on his waist, and you held him down: “Listen to me! I’m sorry.

They both looked at you and pressed their hands on his back. The southern geese fly against nature and ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

And she is strange, and you look at her face so normal that you don’t look like you’re going to fight your ass, but you say, “I, I mean, if it’s true, have to think about it. I’m sorry.

“Absolutely, I’m just guessing. I’m sorry.

And take back your hand from the southern geese in embarrassment: “Sir, speak not in breath. I’m sorry.

Lady: “It is a strange coincidence that when Nan brought back the Sword of Heaven, a demon stole it. There’s no sign of the sky, no sign of it, no reaction. Yet it is said that if a man learns the evil of the door, that he may make himself a vessel and bring it to him, he is no different from the usual. It is thus that this man is with the Shadow, and cannot be left behind. And I suspect that the violent death of the two elders a year ago was not a mishap, and, as this time, I fear, was deliberate. I’m sorry.

You said, “Well, maybe the demon snuck in the last time the FLF failed? I’m sorry.

“The Sword of the sky was not brought back by my seniors when the Fountain Fist failed. Is it not known that he was the Prophet?” I’m sorry.

Your heart is silent. The hostess continues to speculate that the more you listen, the more you sneak to the south geese, the more he looks at you, and the less she listens, “What do you think?” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose said, “It’s not good to think about it, it’s important to raise the wounds. I’m sorry.

You snuck out and laughed at the South Goose, and he stopped looking.

The three of you are prepared to return, and a message has been sent from the door, and the masters have gone with the elders and the disciples to seal the Sword of the Scorpion, where the curses are sealed, and there is no fear of its breaking for a short time. And the door and the door of the right path will be moved around, and you will meet one of them. You can’t have a sword, you can’t have a horse, you’ve volunteered to drive, the geese fly and you sit outside. The journey was boring, and you used the southern geese as a radio, and he told a lot of ancient fairy tales to make things go away. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose Flying said, “Who says I know anything?” I’m sorry.

“What do you not understand?”

He looked at you for a while, and he looked down at you, “Nothing. I’m sorry.

You planned to spend a few more days in the next town. Who knows how many towns and villages have been treated with cold eyes? On one occasion the villagers went out with sickle axes. You do not know why these men were so malicious towards the monks, until the master of the mountain ran into a house of old and young robbers, and came to her with a suspicious message: “The monks who came to these towns a while ago, said that they had paid heavily for their labour and that the young men had gone to the wind, but they could not return, and one of them had fled a while ago, but they were possessed by magic and died in half a day.”

The southern geese heard, and guessed that they had been tricked to take a psychic stone that could protect them from the evil spirit, but was born only in the water of a river that had been stained by the blood of the demons during the great war of the gods, and even more strange was the lack of contact with any power, and the burning of the fire had melted, so that all but human beings in the six world could hold it. Such a stone can be used to make a weapon of war, which can only be held by a man of the spirit, by a man of the spirit, after the blood has been shed.

And the more you doubt those who are in doubt, the more angry they hear, the more they seem to have seized the straw, and suddenly they ask you for help in finding their loved ones. South Goose Flying felt that the business of the house was important and deliberately rejected it, while the master promised.

You’re embarrassed to meet and bring them together. “How can we sit back and watch over so many lives?” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose Fly: “Where is the pity for those who are lured by heavy profit and harm themselves? And in the event of the abyss of God, we lose, and the world will be in chaos. If this day does not lead to the death of these men, the sun will be full. I’m sorry.

“Lord, I do not know what will happen to me, but I see nothing but that life is as good as it is today, and these people have died. If one day you don’t have to thank the world for your death, you’ll have to lay down your sword. I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “There is no such day. I’m sorry.

Lady: “Doesn’t my brother ever hear of “everyone is dead, nothing is left.” I’m sorry.

Seeing the two men against each other, you jumped out of your arms and said you were on your way, and you eventually convinced the South Goose to listen to the hostess and follow the matter.

You traveled west, followed the lead to a town in the river. There is a ditch left behind by the war of the former demons, which is said to have passed through the shadows, with demons appearing from time to time for hundreds of years, and with the reluctance of foreigners to come. The customs here are different from those of the outside world, and the strangeness of the gods is extremely strong. And look at the sheep-skin lanterns that are hanging at the front of the guesthouse, and see the face of the white-coloured fangs above as a living, and say, “This is indeed a fresh place for the gods of fortune.” I’m sorry.

The hostess and the South Goose fly each in the room to heal each other, and you go out alone. It’s raining, it’s rare. Even though the weather was bad, the town was still pretty, and you were walking, and you didn’t know it was late. When he went into an alley, he accidentally stepped into a puddle of water, and looked down at the floor and saw the pebbles on the ground, which were about a long time old, with a slight dent in the middle of the tablets, he accumulated water.

The rain is decreasing, and you look in the alley and suddenly you realize it’s a little like the one you’re running for. You didn’t have any reason to beat it.

On the bank of the river, where a small boat was moored, several people were preparing to board, and the header’s fishing lights were floating in the wind and rain. They were low-spirited, about an out-of-the-ground excursion, and when you were repulsed, you found out you didn’t understand the magic, and turned back and moved on to the ship.

You go up there and they say they’re going overseas because they’re messing with some fairy door.

A woman on the boat came out to see you and pulled a loose end. She thought she had a small voice, but she put it in your ear, and she said that she was married to the rest of her husband, that they were just proficient, that they were worried about the road, that they wanted her husband to ask you if you were going somewhere, and that they would take you to protect them.

That’s why he came to talk to you. Say: “I am not going anywhere.” I’m sorry.

And he laughed: “The little man used to do small business, but he had a little obscurity in his work. If fairies don’t want to travel, why don’t they stay in their soft beds and look at us here? I’m sorry.

And it was not for thee to say: We meet no fairies except with water, and where the fairies go and what they do, we do not dare ask. If fairies don’t mind the small boat, we’ll ask fairies to join us. If there’s any danger on the road, the fairies will be able to shine. I’m sorry.

You hesitated: “I have made peace, I fear you will not be able to count on it.” I’m sorry.

“The fairies are modest. I saw the fairies get hurt, and I happen to have a nice potion, and I’ve made a deal with the Great Fairy Men a few days ago. I’m sorry.

And (O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him) say, “My wound is not good for you. I’m sorry.

“Does the fairies want to seek a cure abroad? I’m sorry.

“What?”

“I’ve been listening to people talk about nations at sea, and the genie is all over the world. How many of the patriarchs of the high school have been unable to resolve their problems throughout their lives, and have boarded the ship and found their way. It’s better at sea than at the surface. I’m sorry.

You haven’t answered for a long time. It’s completely dark, and the little fishing light on the boat’s head shines in the night.

“Let’s go! I’m sorry.

I’m going to say good-bye to you, and you don’t think you’re following two steps: “I…”

The woman on the boat immediately said, “Wait, the girl is going to get on the boat! I’m sorry.

“Please, fairies. I’m sorry.

You’re jumping in your heart, and you’re about to get on the boat, and suddenly you listen to me. I’m sorry.

And the light of a lantern descended from above the steps, and the face of the south geese flying under the umbrella was revealed, followed by a sword like water, and you looked at it with your consciousness, with a black face.

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And the south geese slashed the ghost, and the cold wind came upon him, and thou didst not sense it, and drew forth its sword, and killed the other two. Look again, there are no small boats on the shore, but a few slabs in the water, about the remains of old ships, condensed in one place with grievance. The water ghost on the board was shocked and jumped away.

The Southern Goose is going after him in the water, and you’re pulling him out, “Are you hurt, fighting again?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese are standing at their feet: “The rain and the rain are killing the people, so don’t walk in the river.” Travellers and merchants are said to be the most vulnerable to the scourge of water ghosts, returning to their homes and leaving the country. I’m sorry.

So you heard him say, “What did she see?” I’m sorry.

You tricked it, and the South Goose Fly never asked. There was nothing on the way, but you looked at the southern geese, and he looked to you, and his eyes were bright, as if he could see through everything. You speed up your steps, and he will soon catch up, and he will not go in parallel with you, but he will lead a little, and the lantern in his hand will shine at your feet.

When you went back to the guest shop, you went to the threshold with one foot and suddenly heard the geese fly behind you and ask, “Why would she want to leave?” I’m sorry.

You pretend not to hear. Lieting on the bed of the room, in a state of discomfort and suddenly hearing a very slight footsteps, like the southern geese flying. Lift up your ears and hear the sound of the footsteps from near, and pass by your couch, towards the door, and suddenly they disappear.

You sit up, and you move to the door, and you see the geese flying through the door. In front of the door, the eyes were low, the eyebrows were tweaked, and the face was darkened by a light on the side of the door. It took him a while to reach out and knock on the door. You can’t help but stand up, and try to see more clearly, just as the South Goose is looking up, as if you were in front of him, and you didn’t jump out of your heart and turn back.

When you look back from the sound of your heart’s beating, there will be no one outside the door, you will quietly open the door, the door of the south geese will be closed, the shadow of the light will tremble on it, and you will see it for a while, and you will close it.

And this night you dreamt of the town and the stranger. The bedroom window was open and there was a storm, and there was a small flower in the courtyard with an umbrella. You sleep in your bedroom, and when someone knocks on the door, and your body is so heavy that you cannot rise up, and it does not turn away, and you shout and wake up.

The South Goose is standing outside the door, looking at you in your clothes. And say: What is the matter?

Nan Goose said she had a lead. She went out early in the morning and asked you to wait. You promised to go back to your cage, and then you heard the Southern Goose fly, and said, “Do you want to see this? I’m sorry.

When you say you’re awake, the Southern Goose fly and ask, “No rest, no rest.” I’m sorry.

You said, “It was a weird dream. I’m sorry.

You just closed your eyes and knocked again. This time you’ve got no coats, you’ve got the air, you’ve got the geese in your eyes, your ears are red and your eyebrows are frowned on, “This is how you meet your guests.” I’m sorry.

“You’re not a guest! I’m sorry.

Listen to this, the Southern Goose flies in the first place, and the ears are red. He gave you a swirl to light it into a furnace, saying that it would help him sleep.

Ask him, “Did you only write it?”

And the Southern Goose denies that thou hast touched it in secret. And it is not clear in its eyes, nor can it laugh in its eyes: “Hey, I thought that you had written it to me so that you would take me to heart, and give me thanks, and I should also take my brother to heart.” It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.

The southern geese looked at you and the dry-barbard said, “No need. I’m sorry.

You said, “Well, then I’ll sleep, and you can help yourself.” I’m sorry.

When you have finished, you cover the door, pretend to walk back to the bed and return to the door with your hands and feet and look out through the door. The Southern Goose Fly is still here and looks like he’s gone. “Why don’t you go away?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly like a dream and turn and leave. “Thank you, Master. Good night.” I’m sorry.

As you can see from upstairs, the geese have turned their heads and said with a bit of distress: “Sister, beware of the face!” I’m sorry.

You didn’t dream, you woke up in the afternoon. And the rain began to rain, and the wind went on, and you looked in the window for a while, and there was a noise coming from downstairs, and one of the repairs was killed by a few repairs, and the rest was scattered, leaving only one body. There came to you a faint spirit, and you were in a state of discomfort, and you were strangling, and your chest was strangling, and a black blood was cast.

You sit there and look straight at the blood of your hands until your nose is tickling, and a drop of blood falls on the blood of your palms, and you jump up and rub it in your face, and a brain is filled with a potion, and you knock on the door of the southern geese. No one’s answering the door. The other tenants told you to be quiet. Why don’t you just kick the door and break in. The house was empty, and there was only one robe on the shelf with the southern geese flying. You walked a couple of times in your room, you were drugged and your nose was bleeding. And you tear down your raiment and your face, and you find the coldness of your raiment even more alarming, and you throw it into the bed. The tears fell without warning, and you lay on the bed and covered your face with a robe.

You open your eyes, it’s dark. The robe covered in your face is damp, and you put a face on it and find out when it’s not bleeding. You came out of the room down the stairs and you felt your head was heavy and you almost fell down the stairs. The running man and you looked in front of him. You told your buddy to call the hot water and wash his face, and he saw you’re all right, and he offered to go out and hang out, “Show the sea God, it’s a big deal! Get some air. I’m sorry.

And indeed, the streets are hot. Then you come to the shore, and you see only a few river lights falling on the surface of the water, shaking and flowing down, and the lights are shining far away, and a huge ship is standing on the surface of the water, where the people gather. There is a skin-skin show in the crowd, and you stand in the corner, and a man in a great dress stands up on the bridge, turns his back, swings his sword and kills another, the drums ring, and the horns of a man who lifts his sword sing, saying, “Kill the wrong-doers.” Then the sky rained, and you were unable to leave, and suddenly you had an umbrella over your head, and you looked back, but the geese flew.

When the South Goose saw the film, he looked at you and said, “Is it good? I’m sorry.

You can’t talk for half a day. The southern geese seem to be feeling wrong and ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

You’re trying to swallow it, you just sound and your tears fall out of control: “What took you so long? I’m sorry.

The southern geese are stunned.

It’s going to be a great show, and behind the curtains you’re going to sing, and you’re going to listen to the coppers, and the crowd is going to drink. You turn your head and you turn your head, you turn your head, you turn your head, you’re going, you’re coming in with a bunch of kids, you’re out of your mind, you’re shaking, and the next second you’re holding on. In a moment, you were very close, and the fragrance of your clothes came, and it was so cold that it was like a coal, and you could barely breathe.

The southern geese said, “Let’s go after this.” I’m sorry.

You just refused, and he grabbed your hand. When you were surprised, he looked at you straight at you, and you went to the seltzer show, singing a line over your ears, but you couldn’t hear a word, but felt your hands burned, and the southern geese were cold as ice.

Then you went against the crowd, and the wind blew the rain under the umbrella, so you came closer. “You can’t hold your breath when you’re bored.” I’m sorry.

“Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

And say: Fear of death. I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly.

“You laugh, and you are not afraid?”

“It’s a problem to live too long.” I’m sorry.

“…and pretending. I’m sorry.

You came to the river, and many people lit the lights, and the river was shining as the Milky Way, and the lights were floating in the water, like stars. You go to the south geese and he stares at the river like he’s watching it. You pushed him softly, “Do you see that? I’m sorry.

South Goose flies: “Looks good. I’m sorry.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it. I’m sorry.

“It was the first time. I’m sorry.

“I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.

“Don’t believe me. I’m sorry.

“I thought you wouldn’t like these little things. I’m sorry.

“You know who I am? I’m sorry.

It’s like there’s nothing in the book about Nan Goose Flying, and there’s nothing about it. Then he asked: “Who are you then?”

The southern geese fly not to answer the question: “What do you want?” ‘What do you want to do now?’ I’m sorry.

You see a lot of shops that sell river lights, every one of which is red fire. And you stretched out your hand and pointed to the magnificent ship of the river: “Go and look.” I’m sorry.

And you will end up looking at the river’s view in a remote balconies. The pavilion is so windy and you’re feeling bored and coughing for a while, yelling at the cold and letting the geese fly next to you. Instead of saying anything, you picked up a dead branch, drew a grid on the ground, and made five pieces of chess. And when you look up to the Southern Goose, and you take it seriously, you teach him. He learns very quickly, and you go down a few games, and you ask, “Are you having fun?” I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: “Good.” I’m sorry.

Say, “Remember this which I taught you. I’m sorry.

The South Goose is looking at you. Keep your head down and whisper, “Who else knows I was here?”

The southern geese look up and look at the sky: “The rain is going to stop.” I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“But unfortunately there is no moon. I hear it’s a full moon. I’m sorry.

“What happened to the full moon? I’m sorry.

“The climate in my home is different from the rest of the world, and there is no light in the sky. The penalty was said to have been reduced because my ancestors had made a big mistake. I didn’t know the moon was like this until I got here. When I was in my home town, I was told only that it was a line, or that it was a piece that had been bit, and that the day I saw it, it was a full round of moons, and the desert was silver and snowed. Speaking of which, he smiled, and his voice fell down, “I almost cried. Such a good moon shall not be seen in my home forever. I’m sorry.

You sat there for a while until the rain stopped. Once again through the skin stand, the geese fly and ask, “Is that a good play? I’m sorry.

(O Muhammad SAW): “I see nothing. Are you talking about the King of Ghosts?”

South Goose Flying: Yes. Legend has it that the King of Ghosts likes to talk to humans, and then often waits for questions from so-called wise people on the bridge or at the crossing to be killed. I’m sorry.

You’ve been thinking about the man three, “I didn’t see him as a big philosopher.” I’m sorry.

“He is only one of them. I’m sorry.

“How many are the demons? I’m sorry.

“It was a photo. I’m sorry.

“Was”?

“The King of Ghosts lost his eyes hundreds of years ago because of the Devil, and caused the world to turn upside down in anger, and even the sword of Heaven was stolen. The devil had spent so much effort to make up for his sword that he could not resist it and had been beaten so far that he had not found it all. I’m sorry.

“I know that some of the demons are said to be looking for the ghost of the Devil. But it’s so strange why did the Devil stab the King? I’m sorry.

“Because ghosts can see through their eyes. When the Sword was gone, the Lord of Swords borrowed his eyes from the King of Ghosts in search of its fate. I’m sorry.

“and then you can’t repay it?”

“The Dark Lord had promised to return it on time, without thinking of a leak, and was known. The Lord of Man-Worship was struck by the sword of heaven and by the sword of heaven and by the sword of the night, and he set the nation free, so he blocked it and made it a mistake. The devil curses the devil, and his soul will be scattered for his promise, and he will take away the ghost in his wrath. I’m sorry.

“…good father’s story. But it’s still very educational, and it’s a promise, and it’s the same thing that’s supposed to happen. “And when the Southern Goose does not understand, tell him this saying, ‘Recommend this story to the devil’s compulsory textbooks.’ I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: “That’s how bad it is to lose faith.” I’m sorry.

“What do you mean?”

The southern geese have a little smile, and they’re quiet.

And when the two pairs of their spouses came by, you went to the stand where the lights were sold, and you turned back to the geese, which were not far away, half of their faces were hidden in the darkness, and half of their faces were brightened by the lights, and the one with bright eyes looked at you justly. And your heart just snapped, and one thought crossed: If he bought me a light, I would…

And the next second, the southern geese came towards you, and you were sweating out of your hand, and he reached out to a lamp on the stand, and you asked him what he was doing. You don’t want it?”

You said, “You seem to be a little different today. I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “How is it different?” I’m sorry.

You said, “I want you to do what I want you to do, and you will do what you want, as if you could hear what’s in my heart…”

Your voice shrunk and you felt cold for no reason. This is when the wind rolls down, and a terrible knife hits you!

You were almost thrown out, and if it wasn’t for the sword, I’m afraid you’d have fallen a few.

A golden man with a long knife, covered in red, standing on a small rock bridge, and saying, “You are so powerful that you are so powerful.” Otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen you. I’m sorry.

He’s looking at you, and he’s reaching at you, “Come here. I’m sorry.

You took a step back. “You’re not a Southern Goose. I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose flies and asks, “How do you know? I’m sorry.

And say: He will not hold me in arms. I’m sorry.

“Sun Goose Flying”: “Your relationship has failed.” I’m sorry.

You’re…

The fog was scattered and the Southern Goose Flying became a ghost.

You said, “Shit! You’re a liar! I’m sorry.

He said to the men: “You have broken the ranks of the devils.” I’m sorry.

Man three: I broke it. I’m sorry.

“The devil is alive.” I’m sorry.

The man noded at three: “It’s not that easy for the Devil to die. I’m sorry.

They’re not moving. Ghosts and demons are crushing you. It’s over. You look left, you look right, you can’t hold it.

And they both sprung up, and the sword was splattered, and thou didst not give a small life, when thou didst smite it. He said, “What is your last wish except the ashes of heaven?” I’m trying. I’m sorry.

“What will you do?”

They’ve gone through a thousand moves in the middle of the war, waiting for you to figure out how to get out of here and cut the ghost in half!

It is as if the candles had melted and the spirit had spread out, and it was turned into a little silver dust, and it did not wait for the earth to fall, and a ghost knife had reached you. You drew your sword, but you stood in the way of ten strokes, and your throat swollen, and your throat swollen, and your sword squeezed, and you listened to it, and the sword responded, but the sword did not end, and you hit your heart, and you looked black, and you flew out, and you choked your blood.

And the men seized thee, saying: I will take my eyes. I’m sorry.

Before you had the time to ask, you saw the ghost knife go up and stab your heart.

“Girl! I’m sorry.

A paper lamp fell on the ground, and the bones rolled to your feet, and a young man staring at you.

You realize you’re lying in the alley, sitting up. The youth are concerned to ask you how you fainted here, whether you were sick or not. You waved your hand, and you rose up and walked, and suddenly your feet were soft, and the youth came to help, and you fell into his arms.

And you are so far apart that the faces of the youth are so red that you staggered, and you say, “This is for you, my sister, to sacrifice the gods of the sea, and to wish. I’m sorry.

His face was even redder and he put a lamp in your hand and ran away. You didn’t hold it steady, the lights fell down, you leaned down to pick it up, a thing fell out of the collar, fell on the floor and fell in half.

It’s the southern geese.

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You’ve been calm for a while, heading for the cold side of the river. A riot broke out from afar, and you heard a man shouting, “The monk killed” and rushing towards the shore.

There were several large boats at the crossing, one man flying from the boat and rolling out of the ground, and the other man holding his sword followed him until he had risen. He was too busy saying, “Do you dare to kill me?”

And it is she who holds the sword who sneereth, and she waveth the sword, and hearth the sound of it, and flyeth away with it. You screamed “Sister-in-law” and someone was faster than you, with a sword and two of them. When he saw you, he did not wait to speak, but a few of the priests came up to him without doing anything, and said that they were of the same origin. He said that he had made a mistake, so that your brothers would be here soon, and asked you to speak.

So the masters tracked down the priests of the hirers, not the others, but the disciples to whom you were sent to meet. Knowing that the villagers who were hired were dead, the master was angry, and the two sides were dissatisfied, and he set up his hand. And you, both of you, came to a guest shop in the outskirts of the town silently and waited for a while, when a crowd of monks came in, and two men were in the centre, one of them being the Lord.

The male master apparently suffered from a lack of health, a slight disfigurement, a mental breakdown, and a division into the main seat with the head of the other party, which, in three or two sentences, defused the tension between the sword and the sword. The disciples who were tied up by the hostess came out screaming and untied, and the hostess wore a sword, and did not stand in the way, but listened to the sound of the cuddly, and some had a red mark on their faces.

People were standing there, and the scene was very awkward. You saw them swollen and bleeding, and they laughed. They looked at you, and a few young men even pressed their sword. You just tried to stare back, and the southern geese were flying around without a trace in front of you.

The male master blamed the female master for her impolite behaviour and the head of the other party was very interesting and took a step back and asked if the students had taken the initiative. When they heard the word “yes”, the chief immediately gave a harsh reprimand and said that they had provoked the master and the southern geese and that they should have been punished.

The two sides shared their education, without any mention of the villagers, and instead talked about the abyss of God. You’re strange, and you have to shut up. After a long period of time, both sides finally enjoyed their lives and left behind the perpetrators. Then the man and the other deacon said, “Be good, and the rest of them scattered, and you and the woman were staring out the door.”

First, you break the embarrassment, exaggerate the master, who is a guest, and then comes forward to thank you for your gentle attitude, saying that last time in the world of magic, you left the King in danger and let the South Goose fly to save her.

You’ve got such a tall hat, you’ve got nothing to wear, you’ve been humbled, you’ve expressed remorse and guilt about the old scores you used to make against the girl, you’ve been in love, you’ve been forgiven by the girl, and you’ve got a warm smile: I’ve forgotten the past, and you don’t have to mention it. I’m sorry.

And (O Muhammad): Who says that the Lady of Our Lady of Our Lady is evil, and does not take revenge, and how lovely.

That’s it. Keep staring at each other. You scratched your head and said, “You’ve had a hard day, why don’t you go back and rest? I’m sorry.

“I have something to say to my elder brother. I’m sorry.

You know a little bit, “Oh–“

“Why don’t you go back to bed? I’m sorry.

And say, “Wait for my brother.” I’m sorry.

You and the hostess at the same time.

It’s time for the hostess’ eyes to shine and think, “Oh…”

And thou shalt not change thy face: the masters feared his wounds, and commanded me to take more care of him. I’m sorry.

“The last time I was saved by the evil spirit, my brother forced the law, and the magic of the Sword fell out of the sky.” If I knew he was hurt, I shouldn’t have let him do it. I’m sorry.

And say, “His magic has turned upside down?”

Queen: Brother forbids me to speak to others, but let me carry him two. I don’t know. I’m sorry.

The door was opened and the man coughed. She was just about to go in and touch her body, and suddenly she remembered that she had not taken the medicine for the man, so she said goodbye to you. And the male lord came out, and you made him wait for the female master in a state of succour, but you saw the other disciples slip away, and the male brother took the door.

The southern geese stood not too far away until the male had gone away. You walk over there and see blood on his sleeve and ask, “Is he hurt?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “The blood of others.” “It’s a ludicrous tone.

Ask them about the disciples and the villagers, saying that they were indeed dragged by them to dig stones and that they were all dead. Do you think they killed it?

South Goose Flying: No. A man will not be able to live long after he has touched his magic, and there is an evil beast. I’m sorry.

You say, “That’s it?”

“They did not mention magic to the villagers, but the master brother forced them to make a heavy pension, which is better than nothing.” Now that the war is at hand, there can be no internal dispute, and that’s what it’s all about. I’m sorry.

You said, “That’s what you mean. I’m sorry.

“Someone has to do this. I’m sorry.

You said, “That is cruel. No, change.

The South Goose flies at you and lowers its voice. I’m sorry.

Go straight to the man. It’s not too often. It’s a fight. You can’t keep your mouth shut, but you can’t keep your mouth shut. And the hostess asked the Lord why he had let them go. He said, “Do you think that it is for me to take charge of them?” If I do, they’ll fight. Now that the gates of the right path are gathered in the abyss of the devil, will they not bring forth to us a matter by a command? It is true that by then the rest of the door would not have come to do justice and would have been happy to watch us fight with the devil. Who else can eat? I’m sorry.

“Doesn’t it seem fair to say that it’s a trade-off? I’m sorry.

“There is no absolute justice in this world. I’m sorry.

“If that’s what my brother thinks, then why did he kill the head of the town to save me?” I’m sorry.

“They made a sword with the living.” I’m sorry.

“They are also fighting evil.” Isn’t that what you’re saying? Those leaders have been defouling demons for many years and are well-known. And We thought that my brother had taught me to protect others and to fight against evil; and never thought that the sword was meant to kill them. I knew it. What more would I ask? I’m sorry.

As soon as the door rings, the hostess will step out and her head will go away. There’s a crack in the house. I don’t know what broke. You turn to the South Goose, and he says, “Have you heard of it?” I’m sorry.

You: ..this kid is so smart.

You’re suffocating: “Big brother has changed, he’s not in love at all. I’m sorry.

What do you mean?

And explain to the South Goose that he is silent, and that he took comfort in his shoulder: “Don’t worry, I don’t think you will be.” I’m sorry.

You’re back at the guesthouse, it’s late, and the pedestrians are getting thinner. After a tree, you see a lantern on the top of the tree, and suddenly there comes a bloodbath, and you jump up and touch it, and when you land, the heart is covered with something. You’re in a bad way, looking at the South Goose, and he’s looking at you, and he says, “What’s wrong with you today?” I’m sorry.

You said, “Nothing. I’m sorry.

“I’m not here today. What happened?” I’m sorry.

You were silent for a while: “Nothing happened. It’s fun to sacrifice the gods today. I’m sorry.

The southern geese said, “Leave.” “The eyes are swollen and they must cry.” I’m sorry.

Say: “Then be not angry.” “It’s not like I’m going to be able to do this.”

The southern geese picked up slowly, and for a while, “How did it break?” I’m sorry.

You’re avoiding his eyes: “I fell.” I’m sorry.

“Are you hurt?”

“None. I’m sorry.

“That’s it?”

“I know you’re expensive, but I can’t afford it for a while…”

“Hmm. That sister owes me a lot. I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll work hard to pay off the debt.

“In case of debt evasion?”

Never!

The southern geese were silent and suddenly smiled: “I wait. I’m sorry.

You’re laughing! So you can laugh!”

The South Goose is flying.

You chase the South Goose back and make him laugh, and he goes faster, and you stop, and he stands up and waits for you. You stand in front of a lamp stand, and the storeer is slowly swallowing up the land, and you waved at the South Goose, and he came over and said, “I want a lamp.” I’m sorry.

South Goose Nods. You look at each other. Do you not pay? I’m sorry.

“You didn’t?” I’m sorry.

You pull out your sleeves, signal yourself to clear the air, and the South Goose will fly with you. When the stander saw you, he immediately took a beautiful pair of lights from the shelf and said, “It’s so nice to have the flower above!” Long and long. I’m sorry.

The southern geese immediately looked to you as if they were trying to deny, somehow without saying anything, that the hand carrying the bag had stopped there. Apparently, the promoter is wrong about what he meant, and instead of suggesting it to you, the more you’re saying it, from “Golden Jade” to “Toko Tofu”, you’re just listening to it, the look on the geese’s face is getting uncomfortable and the ears are red, as if you’re going to be ashamed to death in the next second and you’re finally pointing at a Dita.

The shopkeeper shouted “Yes!” Flowers and Ding Ding! I’m sorry.

The southern geese are still standing there, and you keep laughing, and cry, “Son, pay.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese look to you and say nothing. You’re looking at those bright eyes and you’re starting to take a joke and ask, “Will you buy me this lamp?” I’m sorry.

The South Goose’s eyes are slightly wide open. When you saw him not talking, you asked, “Will you? I’m sorry.

The vendor looked at the money bags in the hands of the Southern Goose, and said with caution, “Buy it, man!

The southern geese woke up and threw a golden bead and took the light and pulled you away. Turn around and say, “Look for money, brother! I’m sorry.

The vendor waved hard at you.

You stand on the side of the river with a light, and look back at the southern geese that think about your life, a little self-doubt: is it too much to suggest? Kids are stupid.

You scratched your head: “This is wrong. I set myself the goal of flying away from the southern geese in the first place.” “Oh, beautiful, evil.”

You light a river light into the water, and the geese fly and ask, “Didn’t Sister make a wish?” I’m sorry.

And groan, “There is nothing to wish for, and none to achieve. I’m sorry.

The southern geese are not talking, their hands are loose and loose, and you can’t stand it. The southern geese are siding, and you say, “Put down.” It was just about to come back and it was caught.

And the southern geese said, “There I am. I’m sorry.

Even though that sentence does not save your life, you’re moved by the smallness of the world, and you hold the geese in friendship. The southern geese were like a wanker, and for a while, you were ready to hear the word, and finally he said, “The big brother…”

You: Shit.

Back to the guesthouse, the South Goose flew you to the door of the room and suddenly said, “I think I am.” I’m sorry.

“What is it?” I’m sorry.

Nan Goose Flying didn’t answer the phone, and you were forced to sleep. You’re lying in a complex mood of being in a relationship with someone who was going to kill me. There’s one thing that comes to mind before you go to bed and go to sleep: Wait a minute, the bed of the South Goose that you have destroyed is still not packed.

23

The southern geese said, “I have been robbed in my house.” I’m sorry.

You sip tea out.

The South Goose has seen you: “Does Sister know? I’m sorry.

You shake your head firmly.

There was a serious and in-depth discussion on this issue between the hostess and the South Goose Flying, and you swayed in front of the guest house alone.

You went with the same door to the Shaitan, but the situation changed, and the rest of you went straight to the sword, and you were left with the wounded on your horses. The man and woman are still angry, and you can’t flirt with the South Goose in public. He couldn’t do it like a South Goose.

The Southern Goose whispered: “Sir! I’m sorry.

And you’re standing on your back and shaking a fan, “Don’t you like it?” I’m sorry.

The South Goose is flying blind. You didn’t give up, you blew your breath in his face while nobody noticed. Then when the Lord came forth, turn back and take your horses, and see the geese flying there and the horses radiant.

On the way up, the hostess and the southern geese fly and walk, and have a good conversation, and the male master is in the middle of it. You’re embarrassed for the man, so you see him turn his head to you, softly: “Sir.” I’m sorry.

Both of you look back and watch you in cold.

You: …I don’t see it.

There was no way to enter the house, and many monks left. You are not able to sleep except in a state of calm, and go downstairs to see the moon. There are footsteps infrequently, and you hold down the handle, and you see a familiar person: “Sir.” I’m sorry.

The hostess got scared and he got his hands on his back. You find it’s a bottle of wine: “Well, I caught her when she was a bad girl, didn’t I? Get me a cup or I’ll tell the elders. I’m sorry.

You said something about the wine, and the hostess was at first somewhat restrained and relaxed after three rounds, as if he were drunk, and suddenly said, “I want to leave the house.” I’m sorry.

And thou wast surprised: without the consent of the master of the masters, he would have gone away in his own right. I’m sorry.

Lady: “I have been taught by the masters since I came to the faculty: That’s good, that’s bad, that’s right, that’s wrong I suddenly thought, “Why have I never asked?” Why should I preach? For the sake of immortality, for the sake of enlightenment, or for the purpose of worship by mortals? Why is she doing this?”

You swayed, “I am?” It saves money, and it lasts forever. What is your ambition?”

“What’s the point of being a warrior?” I’m sorry.

(O Muhammad SAW): “That is the ambition of heaven. You’ve been so ambitious since you were a kid. I’m sorry.

The hostess shook her head and laughed with shame: “When I was a kid, I wanted to be a salesman, so I could walk in a lot of places and look at things. But the family said that girls never sell. I’m sorry.

“And then?”

“And then I was captured and killed. I’m sorry.

“The way a living man makes a sword so strong, isn’t it long gone? I’m sorry.

“We often have demons out there, and the town’s fairmen are always rid of demons. But the demons are getting stronger, and the doors of the fair can’t resist, and we’re asking for help, because we’re in the middle of nowhere, and nobody wants to spend so much energy. Then the demons surrounded us, and it was too late to find them, and had to throw it all away. I’m sorry.

“But I’ve heard that a living man can’t make a sword, but he has to be a man of a special quality to make a weapon of extraordinary quality. I’m sorry.

“So try. Buried alive in the earth, married and married, or their parents relative to their children, leaving their heads outside, cutting a knife with the claws of a gruesome spirit, which cannot heal, bleeding slowly to death — people’s fears and resentment are said to have accumulated to the top, unlike ghosts, and to have been forged into an ingenuity.

“I buried in the earth for three days, without the strength to cry. When the sky was blindfolded, I heard a fight in the front, and a man came up, and the guards rounded him up until dawn, and a lot of blood was spilled on my face, and I couldn’t open my eyes. It was finally quiet, when someone held my wound and wiped my face, and I saw a teenage boy with blood all over his clothes and a face as white as a ghost laughing at me. Say, “I have blood on my hands, and it’s dirty, and your girls are clean. Don’t blame me. I’ll take you to wash your face.” # I don’t know #

Big Brother, right? I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid of demons and I’m afraid of demons. And he once told me a legend from our part of the world that the demons in the mountains had moved from another place, and that they had lived in a remote place. I’m angry. How can we be good? Big Brother says the demons hate people because they were slaughtered by humans. They used to hang out with human beings, but then they were avenged by the evil spirit, and people hated the evil that they had caused, and they were killed. So they fled to the mountains. I’m sorry.

And suddenly you’re in a state of disquiet, and some of the sights appear again, and you ask, “What kind of revenge? I’m sorry.

“It is as if a great ogre in the village has found a demon and the spirit has drawn evil spirits. I’m sorry.

You choked: That’s not what you saw at Shadow!

But why did you see what happened hundreds of years ago?

A terrible idea appeared in your mind: does that demon have something to do with me? Is this my last life?

You’re so full of shit in your head: This is a bloody fucking fucking show!

You can’t drink any more when you get so bad news, you go upstairs alone, and it’s cold to see a man leaning on a second floor corridor, almost freaking out. The man was surprised, too. I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly like they just got out of bed, their hair is free and their robes are just in. He’s in a tight dress, he’s unconscious, he’s got nothing on his hands, he’s got to do it. When you looked at him for a while, and saw him in a bad way, you reached out and touched his forehead, and felt a little damp, “Why are you sweating? I’m sorry.

The southern geese fled and denied. “Do you think I’m a fool? Is it the magic of the Sword?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese still deny it. You touched his veins, everything was normal, and he was sweating over his handkerchief. The southern geese can hardly fly with their eyes down, and you can see it for a while, and you can see a little bit of pitiful puss. It’s a strange combination of pitiful puffs and geese flying together.

“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese were in the air for half a day, whispering, “A nightmare.” I’m sorry.

You asked him what he dreamed of, and he said, “Dreamed of evil.” Without waiting for you to say anything, he suddenly grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s not go. I’m sorry.

Perhaps the Shaitan is the only chance for you to see Him again, and the only chance is on it, and you cannot go. So you take it easy: “Be a girlfriend, of course, you must be loyal. How can you run away by yourself?” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose is about to understand. It’s a little uncomfortable, just holding your hand tighter. When you think about it, you’ll probably die sometime, and you’ll feel like you’re very suspicious of cheating.

The Southern Goose asks you why you sighs, and you say, “I’m a little sorry for you.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese were silent for a long time and asked, “Why?” I’m sorry.

And suddenly you tried to tell him everything, but finally you put up with it, and said, ‘Too poor, I have not sent you any love.’ I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly as if they had something else to say, and then they just said, “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

You’re going back and he’s holding on. And then you thought that this pompous creature was trying to make up his face, and you couldn’t pull it down, and you kissed him, “Good night.” “The South Goose flies, and you take advantage of it.

And it is at the dawn of the abyss of God. Internal and external security is high, and guard posts are heavily guarded. And the brother-in-law of the Southern Gooses came to you from the post, and he was with him a disciple from another gate, who clearly knew the Lord and the Southern Goose, saying, “I have heard what happened before.” You’re in a lot of magic. Get some rest. I’m sorry.

You sleep until the night, you finally have the spirit. I’ve been told to come and see you. You’re going out to meet your little brother, and you’re a cool guy. You can’t open it to your face. You just touch it. It looks like half a piece of jade.

You’re thinking of the love thing you’ve been saying before, and you think it’s kind of annoying.

Ask your sister about the Mob’s movement. She tells you that the parties have set up a great battle to seal the Satan’s sword, and it will be done in a few days. The demons were hidden and, although they came, they were all in a state of shock.

The sound of the voice, the sound of the sound, the sound of the sound, you were surprised and asked what it was. “These days the Sword of the sky will not be ringing at night except that it will know that it will be sealed, and it will weep.” I’m sorry.

After her first steps, the South Goose came to you, for two days, almost without leaving. You finally know what a “sweet burden” is. The eyes of both of you are so strange, only the master of the universe is glad that you have finally learned “sweet friends.”

On the third day, when the Southern Goose Fly was finally called to do business, you relieved yourself, and as soon as you opened the door, you saw the Sworded Goose Flying Boy. You asked him what he was doing, and he said that the South Goose flew him to follow you and told you to take care of your wounds and not to go anywhere.

You: what is this hegemonic behavior?

You can’t do anything about it. You’re very unfamiliar. The only common subject is South Goose Flying. You were forced to meet him at the beginning of the year, when he was only talking about the southern geese, and you were forced to listen to them: “The southern geese, the cold-haired sword of the first year of their lives, free and rescue him, and the rival, the fairyman, moved out of the back, and was cut to the top of his head with a sword.” I’m sorry.

You shake the fan: “It is he who pretends so.” I’m sorry.

Little brother: “Then he went back to the pie and was put on a board for three months. I’m sorry.

You don’t flatter yourself and ask, “Why?” I’m sorry.

He said that he was only an orphan who had been adopted by the sentinel of Senmen, and that he had no clean family and had no knowledge of his past, and that you sent such a high-ranking sect as you would never receive it. The Southern Goose had a good time, and then returned to the gate to kneel before your master’s house for seven days, so your master went to the master to sharpen his mouth and set up an admission target. He didn’t meet for two months until he found out he was a good student.

You’re like, “Teacher’s good at it. I’m sorry.

“My master told me that he is one of those who suffer from the same disease. I’m sorry.

You don’t understand. Little brother: “My master was drunk once, and told me that he had been rescued by chance from a demon’s mouth by his master, and that he had fallen under the door only because he had a great bones and a great talent.” In order to conceal the truth, he was the orphan of a deviant fairy who was fourteen years old but could not read. I’m sorry.

You digested this gossip and suddenly responded: “Why did you tell me, since it was a secret? I’m sorry.

“My mouth is fast. I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry.

You’re…

Little brother: He will not blame me for you being a family. I’m sorry.

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

My little brother: “On one occasion he fell asleep in Mankuri’s case file and grabbed my hand and said, “The sister is a liar.” Smiling, huh?

“Are you jealous?”

The bachelors go to bed with joy. And not long ago you woke up and heard the sound of the Sword, which did not cause you to be upset, to wear clothes and to speak to the sister who was still reading. And when the wind comes, thou hearst a whisper, and when thou hearst it, she shall stand firm, and she shall guard, and ye shall hear the passing of the vigil of the night, and she shall write in secret, saying that thou hearest nothing, and that thou art overstretched.

You may rest assured, but you think of your sister, Shui-Ping, who is now at a critical point in the battle to seal the Sword of Heaven. Most of the elites of the gates are stationed in the vicinity of the skirmishes, and are unable to travel, and some of them may be in the middle of it, or may be unsatisfied. I told you to get some air.

You’re looking at the fire that’s gone so far by night patrol, you’re trying not to take the risk of dying and look at the southern geese flying — after all, according to the usual novels, inappropriate children and daughters are a precursor to death — all of a sudden the wind is passing and the faint spirit is coming!

The magic is gone, you hesitate, and the body has gone out.

And as you have taken more than a hundred steps in a single breath, your magic has grown stronger, and you are acclaiming your strength, your sensitivity, and you are not unaware of the fact that on the horizon of the distant horizon a mountain has been raised, and the mountains have fallen down as if it had been cut off. At this time, in addition to the magic, there is still a strong atmosphere surrounding it, and it is clear that there is a huge and deep legal framework.

You stopped and realized it wasn’t the mountains, it was the treasure of the gods!

There was a wind in the air, apparently with other forces that caused the FLM to fluctuate. And you go forth cautiously, thinking of the Book, which says that the treasure is guarded by the gods, and that you are afraid of being squeezed into slag by the power of the gods, and that the atmosphere is afraid to breathe, and suddenly there is a flower in front of you, and you step back and fight with the magic. So they killed him, and the Shaitans of Al-Fitr came, and said, “You are not dead.” I’m sorry.

“How can I die without the ashes of the sky?” I’m sorry.

“The ashes of the sky, too, can you imagine?” I’m sorry.

You’re being suppressed by him and you’re trying to break up the law. Moses said, “If you know your time and leave before you leave, you will have no way to die.” I’m sorry.

You don’t bullshit, you stab him in the back. He turned away, he smiled. If you pull your legs, you chase them in the direction of the Sword of Heaven. And the dark shadow of the way, and it is more magic, and you are not well aware of it, and you hear a loud sound, and the white light rises up in the sky, and it is a sign of an imminent fire. There was so much fire and so much gas and so many people shouted: “The devil is coming! I’m sorry.

24

You’ve never seen so many demons.

As if the shadows were endless, and the light red clouds covered the night sky, and as if the air had been covered with a red veil, the cry of death could not stop its ears. You and many people are caught between the walls, and this road is wide, but it is filled with people, and the dragons have no head, and it is difficult. You killed him to death for half a day, trying to find a man from the same gate to deliver a message, and he who was on the outskirts of the camp was not far from here, and should be on his way.

Just as you caught a fellow teacher, listening to his head, with a thousand gleaming blades falling, you were pushed by one of them, and a few blades went straight into his head, and the blood-stained blade went through his jaw!

It was as if the head had gone out of its neck, and the blood of the cavity had sprung up. The rock falls like rain and the wall on both sides trembles so slowly that it joins in the middle!

When the crowd was in chaos, they went out in panic, and you were almost washed up. Numerous swords and swords waved unruly towards stones and magic, and it was the same body that was not able to penetrate until it was called out. You’re avoiding a sword from all sides, with warm blood spilling over your face, something smashing into your shoulder, rolling in your arms, a broken hand. The thick smell of blood dazzles you, and the sight overlaps with the vision that you were hunted down by the monk. You hear your heart pounding, and then your ears squeak, and you get sick, and you try to swallow it back, and suddenly it’s hot in your chest, and you spit blood out.

The bloodied heart of your hand is like burning, burning pain that awakes you, holding the sword in your hand to the ground without letting it fall, while supporting yourself. And yet thou hearest a whisper of low and vague, as though some old spell were recited. You look up, and the strange red fog flows in silence, turning a little black dust in the middle.

You grabbed a fellow who ran at the edge of the knife: “Don’t run, it’s an illusion!” I’m sorry.

He’s scared to hide from you, he wants to wave his sword, you push him away, you jump out, the red fog flows, and the black dust comes in the shape of a sickle, you cut across your throat, you push power, the sword is inflammated, you bump into each other!

You did your best not to fly out of the sky, and the magic knife came to you, and you did your best. The mist is fading, and you’re trying to break it, and suddenly the sword is reunified, several times larger, and you’re being cut down in your head!

When you bite your teeth, you’re forced to retreat, and the knife is undefeated, and you’re about to crash into the wall, and suddenly the sword comes down to the sea and shakes it into dust.

When the air is twisted, a flower falls to the ground, and suddenly it is pulled away: “Teacher! I’m sorry.

The red fog retreated, and the surroundings returned to normal, and the limbs were cut to pieces, like purgatory. A group of people who came not far, and whose swords were still on them, must have just broken their illusions.

The leaders, who are the elders of the gate, have simply counted and treated the wounded. It is not until you have seen the master’s eyes closed, but you know, after questioning, how many days have already been planned by the people of the devils, who have altered the curse of the abyss of God from the door of life to the place of death and the interior and the interior.

(Muhammad), tell them, “Why do we fall into the trap of the devils tomorrow morning?” I’m sorry.

Master: They fear nothing but that they will come to the abyss of God before us. The Shaitans came to steal the Sword and died before it was done, and we all thought that they would come to fight for it. Now it may have been a trap from the beginning, and they were prepared to watch over the rabbits in the abyss of God. I’m sorry.

You think there’s a lot of doubt in the middle, but you can’t figure it out. Keep your head down and check for injuries. The palms don’t know when there will be a small wound, they’ll see the bones, and you’re scolding in your heart, and suddenly you’re pulling your hand over.

The southern geese have seen your wounds: “It’s just an injury. “Why are you here?” I’m sorry.

You say you’re after the devil and you care if the geese are hurt. The geese looked at you and said, “No, but they didn’t show much joy, and they wrapped their hands with their pails.

The wounded remain where they are and are protected by FLNKS, while the rest are ready to move to where they are. The southern geese suddenly stopped the master: “Let her stay here.” I’m sorry.

If you don’t wait for your word, Master refuses first. He said, “I’ll take good care of her.” This is the subject that stops.

The horses were in the air before they reached the ground. The false devils fight against the others with one enemy, and the rest of them fight against them, and the sword overtakes them, and the thousands of devils are wiped out. The Sword of the sky is in a single and one-sided battle, and it is fought by two spirits, when it is filled with magic, and it is as strong as a dragon.

You stand up immediately and try to turn back the Fountain, which has been destroyed by the Shaitans, and return the Spirit to its place, and do not continue to bring it forth. For a long time, the new line was finally made, and the sword came out, the master rose up, the sword was shining and the head of the devil was cut off!

And when the sanctities were scattered into a black fog, and the power of the spirit went out of control, and the mountains shook. Until the sword returns to the snails, two demons appear in the air, and they stab one side of the line. There was a sudden change in the spirit of the battle, which shook all of them, and the heads of the people were raised up in the sound of the screams, and the Fountain was extinguished, and the fog was scattered and re-emerged, and the cages covered, and the sword was directed at the Sky. The master was in front of him, and the sword was like a mountain, and he broke the fog, and he was pale, and blood was flowing through his mouth and his nose, and suddenly the gold was flashing, and the oil ran out.

The masters stopped drinking and the rest ran around, and all the swords came out. He took the Sword of Heaven while he was in trouble, and was crucified by his master. Master saw him angry: “It was you! I’m sorry.

Then you see him when he opens his mouth, and he fears blackmail, and goes to stop it, and hears his voice ringing in your ear: “Do not you want the ashes of heaven?” I’m sorry.

You suddenly stopped pulling your sword and someone drank “Kill him” like he was far away. It was then that the voice of the false devil was heard again. I’m sorry.

When the sword comes, you look at it, and you look at it, and you look at it, and you feel like it’s in boiling water, and it’s not real, and you listen to the sound of it, and it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s in boiling water, and it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’

You draw back your swords, and the master retreats, and the Fretilin loses a seat. The master’s hand is blood, the curse is written, the magic of the sword of his fingers is done, the word is spoken, and you point it at him again, and a sword shines, and you shoot down your sword. You look back at the man, he rises up, and he decapitates his head!

And the Master cried out of his blood, and the Sword of the Sky was long and shivered, as if it were breaking out. You hold the sword of the sky and you pull it out, and the other hand is holding it. I’m sorry.

You’ve got a glitch on your head, you’ve got a man’s hand in your head, and you’ve got your head in your head!

25

When you feel light, the spirit returns, a cloud rises from your ceiling, and the man is killed by a sword, and then you see red in your eyes, a buzz in your ears, and seven tricks bleed. Swords are on all sides. You can only resist with your instincts. You can finally see with your hand, and the sword is shining before your eyes, so you roll, and the tip of the sword pulls out a long wound on your back.

Take her!

The leaders and the elders were unable to move because of the great damage they had suffered in the battle they had just fought against them, and you stood up to each other with a hundred and eighty strokes, and you were struck with a sword, and then you were kicked to the ground, and a sword was over the neck, and you stood up hard and were the master.

“You are a traitor.” I’m sorry.

“I am not.”

The other brother threw your master’s blood-stained sword on the ground: “Do you dare say that you did not associate with the demons?” How can a demon be possessed without a magic spell? I’m sorry.

You can’t talk.

The dark fog spread so far away the light became visible, and the larvae was white. And when a sword is taken from the ground, and a sword is cut, and you die with your eyes closed to your eyes, and the sound of a twilight in your ears, the blade goes forth, and cuts your face. And thou hast opened thy eyes, and thy heart is pounding, and thou hast seen the south geese emptied with their swords, and hath effaced their mouths with blood, and their faces white.

The rest of you changed so much, the South Goose flew to the master’s side and kneeled straight down: “It’s a big deal, I’m asking for a referral to the Department of Commandments. I’m sorry.

After a moment, Master said yes. And the gate surrounded you, and the male lords said: “As for now, men, the good will be with them. But the people refused to return, and suddenly a white light was blown up in the sky, and the male lord stood up with his sword: “The battle of the outside is broken, so make a little rest with your predecessors, and I will be waiting for two seconds. * When he went out, no one dared to stop him * * He had to go out of his way *

You lean against the wall for the tenth interrogation.

“You led the Shadow Demon up the mountain? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“You’re the one who sent the Sword to the devil? I’m sorry.

“Not really. I’m sorry.

You guessed by a pen that each other wrote a “yes” on the paper.

“Does it concern you that the two elders died without cause? I’m sorry.

“None. I’m sorry.

The other one wrote “Yes.”

You say: “Is it so dark that you are in the law of the fair world?” I’m sorry.

The other party said: “Big brother says it’s time to get convicted, instead of a few more charges, it’s good to have a long life. I’m sorry.

“Is he man or man?”

And a man said, “I will hear you scold me as soon as I come.” I’m sorry.

The paper left the narrow line on the stone door, where the man showed up.

You said, “Oh. I’m sorry.

The male lord brought in a small box of potion to tell you that the master had escaped from danger, and that the master had passed away half a day ago, and that the battle of the Shaitan had been swayed by the Shaitans and had almost been abandoned. He had to start from the beginning, and the door was strewn. Others observed developments in secret, while taking the opportunity to bring together pressure on you and to weaken your position. So your trial actually becomes a theatre for all parties to sing, and in two days you’ll be heard in public by all the doors and executed.

Ask him, “How is the sun out there?” I’m sorry.

“Man, it’s night. I’m sorry.

And say: then I shall have only a day and a half to live. I’m sorry.

You’re bored and you cough. The Lord had a little breath and pushed a little bottle. You’re pouring out the blue-glitters, and you look familiar. The male lord asked, “Is it poison again? I’m sorry.

You’re holding up. Then it came to mind why the bottle looked familiar: it was this thing that spilled a bed the night you came through.

You were shocked by your tongue’s knot: “You, you know…” No wonder when you were under control, only the man saved your master in time, and he was prepared for it.

“Men: “A few years ago, the devil’s soul was born, and he was struck by the triads. Then I heard that a group of the devils on the western side had slain and killed each other, and that was empty. You did this. “I remember you were in a good mood the other day, giving you a gift at the top of your heart.” I’m sorry.

And he said, “I have been waiting for you to kill me, after the two elders, but I did not expect you to be associated with the Sword of God.” I’m sorry.

You said, “I didn’t want to be involved either. Wait, kill you?

“Have you been happy now that so many people have been killed?” Now you’re going to die. I’m still alive, my father’s enemy. I’m sorry.

You looked at him with shock.

“The White Lord was right. You have a good memory and a good memory is often blinded by hatred.

I stood outside the door until dawn that night when the White Lord had set himself up. Returning to the gate, and having spent two hours in the cold springs, he met your sister-in-law at the door, saying that you were crazy in the middle of the night, calling me by your name, crying and breaking your heart, and letting you go home. Your confinement isn’t over, and no one dares to let you out, so they have to talk. You cried and your sister cried outside the door. Your master let you out this morning and saw both your hands rot.

I often thought, “In the days when the White Lord was forced by the situation and the devils and the snakes, and in the name of the evil conspirators, you designed them to heal the dead, and the two elders, who had the advantage of the White Lord, later identified him and killed him, and you let them die. And I have forced the White Lord to die. How much do you hate me? I’m sorry.

And you sat still, and for some time, the Lord stood up and walked: “I fear I will not have time to come these two days.” It’s on the way. It’s good. I’m sorry.

It’s a pear flower.

And suddenly you say, “I am not white as white.” I’m sorry.

The master stopped and looked at you. When you looked at him for a long time, he smiled, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

Say: Believe it or not. I have a connection with the world of evil, but I do not want to kill anyone for the Sword of God, nor do I want to kill anyone. I am merely a drug of knowledge. I’m not some big hero, I’m afraid to die, I’m afraid of my life when the demons threaten me, as long as they won’t let me kill them myself. If I were an accomplice, I wouldn’t have argued that I’d die if I wanted to live in peace. You think I’m lying or crazy, or when I’m taken over by a monster, but at least someone knows what I’m doing. I’m sorry.

The man is silent. And when you waved, “I’m finished with my final words, go away.” I’m sorry.

“You really don’t look like white. I’m sorry.

And thou hast not been pleased, and he said: she will not desire the ashes of heaven. I’m sorry.

“How do you know the ashes of the sky?” I’m sorry.

“He’s dying. Still thinking? I’m sorry.

You said, “Be a ghost.” I’m sorry.

“When the demons disintegrate and there are no bodies, they become black ash. The ash of heaven is golden, the ash of the Lord of God. I’m sorry.

And (O Muhammad SAW): “It is too bad for me to be given this poison. No wonder I’m delusional.

“You were born in bad health, and the White Lord gave you medicine. There was a time when a traveler came to see that it was a magic dress, about an opportunity to kill the White Lord, and that was when the poison was planted. I’m sorry.

You: Good guy, I was an innocent gun lay.

You’re better off with someone else. “Why do you even know what happened when you were a kid?” When you had just finished, you suddenly remembered the visions you had seen at Shadow’s, and asked, “You met when you were little? Did she save you?”

The male lord smiled, and he wondered whether he was happy or something: “It was only me and you who knew this except the white lord.” I’m sorry.

You: … why do you sound like you’re killing people? Where is the man who says in the novel, “The light and the light of the moon.” Forget it, it’s not a big deal.

“Why did you force the White Lord to commit suicide?” I’m sorry.

The male Lord said: “He is a conspirator of evil, and sits on the ground, and is not guided in the right way. If he were to give thanks to himself, he would at least save you and me, and there are hundreds of disciples under the door. There are many of them who have fallen, and they should not be accused of it by those who have hearts. I’m sorry.

And suddenly you remember, it seems that the man who opened the door in his first year of worship was actually sponsored by your father. I can’t help but say, “The White Lord knows you’re in favor. I’m sorry.

And the male lord smiled a little again: “Yes, the white lord did not know that he had forced me to raise my family.” He asked me when I was born or you lied to me. I’m sorry.

The book says that the man has a bit of the blood of the gods’ descendants, which means that his family should also be the “remain of God” in the eyes of the world. It’s hard to see how a sage and these survivors can kill each other on a boat.

“You have no time to listen to these old bills.” I’m sorry.

You said, “I just remembered one thing, when I was possessed by demons, and you filmed it, and you said I should have died, and now I’m fine. Does that mean I’m not dead for two days? I’m sorry.

“My Lord, when I came to the abyss of God, I lent out a grain of silver sparrow blood. I’m sorry.

Silver sparrow blood is an evil thing, and the man is obviously saying the opposite. And when the fire in his hand was extinguished, and when it fell into darkness, and heard the footsteps go away, (saying): I have a problem. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Are my gills pure or not? I’m sorry.

The man was silent for a while, as if he had stopped, and then in the dark the laughter was soft: “No, it’s just a box. You’ve been carrying it for years, and I’m curious what’s in it. I’m sorry.

And then you looked at it for some time and finally opened up that tiny stork. You’re locked in, you can’t light, you have to touch it with your hand. The box is very shallow and empty. And you closed it with a little disappointment, and suddenly you felt itching on your back, and then touched a little bit of it, as if it were a wing, and it broke. You look down and smell, and there’s only some hidden plant smell.

I don’t know if it’s relaxing, but you’ve been sleeping.

In the dream you went back to that rained town without the monks, and you, no, were really white, standing in the garden, staring at a white flower in the grass. As if she’d been beaten up at any time. She looked at it for a long time and finally turned back and waved at the wet young man: “Hey, come here.” I’m sorry.

White frost asked him to find an umbrella to cover the flower: “By the old rules, do me three things and I will give you 60 gold beads.” This is the first. I’m sorry.

The young man said, “Your warehouse is right behind you.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not well, my father won’t let me out of the yard.” It’s been running for years. It’s harder than me. Don’t call it rain. I’m sorry.

“Accordingly, there must be a demon. You better get it out before it’s too early.” I’m sorry.

But he went to get an umbrella. The white frost brought him up to the top of the pear tree in the yard to pick himself a pear flower, as did the teenager. The pear flowers were damaged by the rain, the young ones were covered in petals, and it was so coarse that they laughed. The young man said, “What are you laughing at? I’m sorry.

And white as frosting: I hold the umbrella, no. I’m sorry.

And suddenly the young man reached out with his hand, and took a petal from her side: “This is not the case.” I’m sorry.

And when the white face was red, she took a step back and said, “If you touch me, who gives you the guts?” I’m sorry.

When the young man was in shock, the look was sharp and a little smirk was on his face. And he stood there as if it were frosting, and it rained so that he could cover the rain for him, and he set back several steps and left her there; and as if it had caused him to find his own books, the youths would not move but to themselves, saying, “You may not be literate.” ‘I will read to you.’ I’m sorry.

She was looking down at the books, and the wind blew her umbrella so far, that it was as if she was a young man who was just standing and not looking, and she came up with a temper, took the books over her head and ran away to the far house. And when the half of the road was gone, suddenly on its head it was a garment, and the voices of the teenagers were ringing in its ears: “What shall you do now?” I’m sorry.

The white and frost ears burn red and whisper, “You’re still selling, your clothes are wet.” I’m sorry.

They stood under the roof and said, “I’m going back.” “Young people don’t talk, just look at the books in her hand. “Do you want it? Take it. I’m sorry.

The young man reached out and took back his hand: “Ah, my name is on this book.” I’m sorry.

“What’s your name? I’m sorry.

And as white as frosting: guess. I’m sorry.

The young man turned his back, and said, “If you don’t speak, We will have Wives to hang you, the little slave, from the top of the fort opposite.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry.

“Guess again, guess when you finish three things and give you 60 gold. The white frost reaches out to the rained pear flower, “Look at this. I’m sorry.

The young man looked at the flowers, and he looked at her: Zhang Pear flower! I’m sorry.

Stupid! Grandma’s name is Chang. I don’t want her last name. I’m sorry.

The youths were left with a lot of problems and were beaten back in white. A young man frowned and thought hard, and looked at him for half a day and finally laughed. There was a voice in the courtyard, and she looked back and looked, and she was in a hurry to go back, and she was dragged by a teenager: “What’s your name?” I’m sorry.

And the Book was put into his arms with a white frosting, and he took the pear, and said: My name is white, remember! I’m sorry.

26

You were awakened by the sound, someone opened the ban. A few of the disciples came in, followed by a man in a cape, and the southern geese flew. He said, “I will raise people.” After taking out the letters, the students checked out and went out.

You said, “Sir!” “What’s wrong with you?”

The geese don’t answer, they just look at you. It’s kind of cold. You remember what you’re doing, and you calm down. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

“Who are you sorry for?”

“Teacher, the same door that hurt me, and you. I’m sorry.

The southern geese were silent, and suddenly they laughed: “My sister is a liar! I’m sorry.

He listed a list of the sins in which you had colluded with the devil’s land until you interrupted the two elders who had died a year earlier: “I did not kill them.” I’m sorry.

“I looked at the original file, and it was you who took the papers and sent them for review, but the letters were changed. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it.” * You’re on a hot bloodbath, you’re out of your mind, you’re out of your mind, you’re out of your mind, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head, you’re in your head. After a breath, you’re breathing. “I was wrong about my master and I was injured by the Shadow. If they die and kill for their lives, I have nothing to say, and I will not confess! I’m sorry.

You look at each other in the air with the geese, you look hard for five minutes, and when the blood runs out, you think about your life in pain, and you’re so full of tears that you can’t stop. And you kept your head down, and your clothes were wet by tears, to keep your last breath.

In the end, the southern geese turned their eyes and opened the curse of the stone gate. You’ve been pulled out of your arms by the southern geese while you’ve been crying. The southern geese are so slow, and they’re bringing a wound to your back, you’re taking a breath, you’re trying to lighten him up, and suddenly remember that you’re in love and relationship, and you’re not talking. It’s true that the southern geese look at you more and say, “Come on” in cold language, but it’s a lot lighter.

You think you’re going to die today, you’re going to lose your mind and you’re going to follow the South Goose. You didn’t notice the strangeness of the scene until you were hung by the branch and you woke up. “Where are you going? I’m sorry.

The southern geese are not paying attention, they just pull you away. And suddenly the wind rises, and your spirit is sealed off, and a sword is sounded, and the geese keep you from. Seven or eight men came after him, and he was led by the southern geese. He asked, “Do you know what you are doing? I’m sorry.

The southern geese fly: “I know. I’m sorry.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Thought. I’m sorry.

“Yes! “I vowed to my master when I came to him, and I will never betray him in my life, and my brother is very much in love with me, and I can’t fight each other.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese respond to the sound of “good” and the sword squeals!

You said, “No!”

The Southern Goose flies only to ask you: “Will you die?” I’m sorry.

You can’t spit a word.

The Southern Goose flew up at the same time.

Both sides committed murder, flying through the sand, and suddenly saw the southern geese coming back with a sword, but the other side, instead of holding it, carried it up with their chests and splattered with blood. The rest of you are standing in the way, crying in silence. The South Goose flies and doesn’t stop.

In a breath, it came to the edge of the abyss of God, and the southern geese finally stopped. The moon and the stars are dark and the surroundings are very quiet, with only the sound of the wind. You watched the geese fly, without anger or sorrow on his face, and without a faint sense of fatigue, even less of emotion in your eyes, and looked at you for a while without a sound, and suddenly reached out to your face, but took it back.

Your subconscious touched it and felt a sting, which reminds you of being hurt by a branch. The Southern geese have loosed your power and lifted their cloaks on you without looking at you, whispering, “Let’s go!” I’m sorry.

“What will you do when you go back?”

The southern geese did not answer, their heads did not return and soon disappeared in the night.

You stood in the wind for a long time, came back and ran in the opposite direction until you were exhausted, and you kept on walking and crying.

It’ll be dawning and a little rain. You will find a place to hide from the rain, and suddenly you will find a light magic in it. You had turned your back, and you were on your way back in the dark, and you saw a man standing under the tree of the sky, watching the rain. He saw you coming closer and stopped and laughed at you: “It’s not like rain in your hometown?”

You look at the ghost and you think he’s different. He said, “It’s all your plan. I’m sorry.

The devil smiles and doesn’t speak.

And (O Muhammad SAW) said: “The false devil has only come here to open the treasure of the people of God, so that he may return to the new Lord of Satan. You have made us think that she has found the Sword of God, and hastily come to the abyss of God, so that both parties may fight for each other, so that you may take advantage of it. If we stay at the door, and she stays in the depths of God, you’ll have to be dealt with. I’m sorry.

He said: “The devil shall not be able to predict, but it is decreed.” Like when I tried to kill you in a fantasy, I didn’t kill you; see you today, but I can’t kill you anymore. I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), who believes in the words of a liar? I’m sorry.

He said: “I swear by heaven, and I am witness to the devils. I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), do you think that when?

“You were a child.” I’m sorry.

You’re laughing. He said: “There was a pear tree in the courtyard of your bedroom, and there was a wild flower under it, and it was opened for more than a decade, and it was not lost. And when it is said to you that it is a demon, take it away before it is too early, but thou hast not watered it in the clear sky, and it is raining upon it to keep it from the rain, until the year when thou art ill. When you finally get better, the flower is gone. I’m sorry.

And you’re starting to realize what: “Do you…”

He said, “I told you that the spirit of the devil was scattered, and it was not found today. It’s a coincidence that some of the dead just happened to be on that flower. Do you think it’s God’s will that the demons rule over the world and then die on the most perishable things? I’m sorry.

You said, “Why did you kill me before you swore to thank me? I’m sorry.

He said, “You were born ill, not a lasting life, but I could not survive the year when I was able to recover from it, and I was about to return to the realm of magic, and I put it on one of them, to continue with the magic of my heart, as a thank you.” Too bad people and demons don’t come together. I’m sorry.

Say, “This is how my poison came.” I’m sorry.

“Now answer your second question: I wanted to kill you to take back that magic, because I was just a piece of fire left by the devil’s soul, and I cannot kill you now because the part of the soul that was blessed with you has become me.” I’m sorry.

Then you will finally realize that that part of the soul which the devil says is the best of beauty to you. You had a bad feeling, “You killed her?” I’m sorry.

He said, “I ate her. I’m sorry.

You step back. He said, “There is no need to grieve for what you call life or death when you are born in the fire, and it is dead in the air. I’m sorry.

“Why are you…”

“The devil’s door will be broken, and I am not strong enough to resist.” It was then that you were in trouble, and I was distracted, and I got together. He pointed at your hand, “I, or she, left a mark on you and promised to save you once, remember? I’m sorry.

You looked down at the wound in your hand: “She saved me. I’m sorry.

He said: “The ashes of the sky I have promised you, it is only at this point that I am not able. I hope you will forgive me. Surely, if it were to come, it would have been made available.” Take care of yourself. I’m sorry.

You cannot say what is in your heart, and what is left of it, and you scoff, saying, “What can I take care of?” I’m sorry.

“I’m just afraid that after this day I’ll want you to live better than now.” * When you’re under a leaf and you’re handed over an umbrella *

You were holding that umbrella for a while, and then you threw it, and the cape was lifted, and the chain of swords was thrown into the grass, up and down, and a little bag was pulled out, and you threw it, remembering that the geese had given it to you, and you hesitated. Open up and look at that half of the jade pear, you’re packing, and a black thing is falling out.

It’s an almost charred sap, apparently already in effect. It’s strange that the original paper is also black, and it can smell a little bit of gas. And the spell on it was left only two, and it was not written by Zhu Sun, but it was a strange dark gold, as though it were mixed with blood. And it is through the air of the evil, and it is not the right guidance that is permitted.

Why would Nan Goose Flying sneak this thing? You jump in your heart, and you’re always restless. You remember what happened in the last few days, and you want to speculate when it came into effect, so you know what it was for, and suddenly the man’s word pops into his head: “Silver sparrow blood.” I’m sorry.

You seem to understand something, a little bit of acid.

Looking far away, you’re trying to send a message to the southern geese, and some clues appear in your head, and a terrible thought emerges: The Sword of Heaven knew as long as it was sent to the door why did he wait until today for the Sword of God to deter the ghosts?

All this has nothing to do with the Sword. The Lord is not strong enough!

The devil knows the past, and the devil’s eye will hide his eyes in the future. Is it true that the devil’s soul, which he has not yet found, will be hidden?

It is almost noon, and the sky is filled with dark clouds. And you followed the way of the south geese that led you to escape to the abyss of God, and you were afraid, because the power of the spirit was not fully restored, to walk to the front, to see that the border rises in vain, and that there is no way for people to come near. And the sword of the Dark One was in his hand, and hundreds of men were scrambled in pieces, and man flew out. His face is white and white, and every time he fights a sword with a demon, it is white and white, but at a glance the demon reaches the sword of the sky, and his hand pulls out the sword, and he stops it, and when the sword turns around, he will cut off his head, and suddenly the sword comes upon him, and the sword comes against him!

The sword was broken in two pieces, and the hand of the Southern Goose was put on the handle of the Shaitan. And the sword in the hand of the devil was as bright as a net, and the geese could not avoid it, and suddenly they drew the sword of the sky to the top.

You’re going up, “South Goose Fly!” “The devil has smiled, and a sword has been cut!

Only the south geese have pulled out the sword of the sky in an inch, and the sky is full of magic!

The two swords fell upon each other, and the Sword of the sky was almost thrust into the neck of the geese. “The King has his eyes back, and it’s time you remembered who you are.” I’m sorry.

“I am me.” I’m sorry.

“No, you are me. I’m sorry.

The two fought and killed, and people looked different outside the border. The other elders were pale and pointed their eyes at your master and laughed, “Yes, your good student!” All those who stood up and waited were your master who stood there without saying a word, staring at the sky and suddenly bled blood!

The dark clouds are getting thicker and darker. The wind rises, but it is not the cold wind of magic, but the cold wind of death. As if the people were against the enemy, and suddenly the devil smiled, and there was nothing to be done: “O late!” I’m sorry.

A man in gold has suddenly appeared and has been cut to the edge of the phantom!

And the border was rent open, and the Shaitan and the Southern Goose were smote, each of them. The Golden Man appeared in front of the South Goose, and the sword was cut to pieces, and the sword was sore and broken!

It’s a time of tears, a time of wind, a day of dark clouds, a month of red blood. The devil’s sword is ringing, and it is bright, and it is the only light in the heavens and the earth. He was blindfolded with red beaks, and looked at the flaming geese, which he barely stood up to, and then looked at the devil, and swept over the scene: “How many years has the world been seeing again here?” I’m sorry.

“The demons of man are going to die in the end. What are they still obsessed with?” I’m sorry.

He groaned as if the clouds had drifted off to the edge of the abyss of God, and once again they had fallen. The mountains are falling apart, the mountains are shaking, and in a tremors, the sound of the waves is hidden!

“Yes, it’s the yellow spring!” I’m sorry.

“The world is empty. I’m sorry.

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There was almost a noise in the sky, and it seemed as if you and the Lord had not heard it, and that they were all sitting behind a stone table, staring at old books in their hands. The master sat on the other side of the table and read the papers, and the unreaded piles were as high as the hills.

The King of the Ghost cut off the shadows, and the yellow spring poured up from the bottom of the abyss of the demons. It was born a strange thing, and that night was a blood moon. To see the sad tale of the Yellow Springs flooding the world again in the War of the Divine Demons, the demons of the human spirit are about to face the end of the game again, and all of us are in a state of panic, in order to be a little more determined, and then bring out their ancestral skills: to shake each other’s black pots.

Because of the size of the black pot that destroys the world, no one dares to turn their backs, and in order to get out of it, everyone gathers the “guilty evidence” of others and does it so hotly that it doesn’t look like the end of the world. While the primary responsibility lies with those who argue, none of the culprits object: the Southern Goose of the Devil.

There is a great deal of common understanding that no one is discredited and that there is a win-win. You, too, could not bear the wrath of the people and could only fly the southern geese to the gates for joint guard, said to have added 13 curses. As to why he was still alive, it was only because there was no agreement on whether to sacrifice himself to heaven or to the earth.

The woman brought a book to the man and told him that it was an anomaly in various parts of the jurisdiction and that he should deal with it. The man wrote on the paper, and he didn’t lift his head: “Sift me again.” I’m sorry.

“She’s sifted.” I’m sorry.

The voice just fell, and the boy’s brother came in again. The male lord covered his face with the book: “Death, man.” I’m sorry.

“…do not follow me in my speech. You’re the man. Pull yourself together. I’m sorry.

You read the old books at the hands of the male master, all of them about the Great Fountain. You can’t read them, but you can’t see them. Although you don’t know what’s good for now.

It looks good to save the world from the lead in the novel, and when you touch it, you know how tough it is. You’ve stayed up a few nights, and if it wasn’t for the hysteria, you’d be dead. It’s probably a blessing to forget about your spy after all this trouble, but you can’t just show up and let the incompetent man stay.

The male lord meets every day with all the other gaters to study the engineering mechanics of cuisine all night. You and the female lord have surveyed the ancient formations of the abyss of the demons, some of which are so gruesome that ordinary people cannot stay for long, while you carry magic gas to attack with poison, and the negative reaction is much lighter than normal, and therefore is often to you. The mistress had some problems with your identity, but she did not know what the man had said to her, and she was slowly setting aside her guard, because she had some contact with other people and helped you with the latest developments in the southern geese.

On the sixth night, the man gave you and the woman a picture of the complexity of the graphics and the insinuation that you didn’t know whether it was more like advanced physics or biochemistry.

The Lord said that the Yellow Springs had not flooded the world so far, and that the cracks of the King were not as big as everyone thought. After all, thousands of years of light have passed and the power of demons and demons is declining, and perhaps not like in the wild times, people are waiting to die. The Fountain of the Shaitan of God, most of which was used or abandoned during the last raid of the false devils, could not be rediscovered, but there was a large Fountain beneath the House of Gods, which was built to protect the treasures, so that they could sink into the darkness of the Shaitan of God and never cease.

“It may be possible to fill the cracks by keeping the sword of the ghost under the shadows, and by keeping the treasure to its bottom. I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), say, “It means that there will be an outpouring, and that there will be one who will jump down the abyss of God and push the King into the gates of the Fountain.” I’m sorry.

“Men: Yes. I’m sorry.

Lady: “This is the blood of the gods, the gods are gone. Where can ordinary people drive?” I’m sorry.

“I’ll figure it out.” What matters now is: who can go under the abyss of God? I’m sorry.

Under the abyss of God is the ancient battleground of the first angels, which is full of chaos and falsehood, and except for the demons, the common man will die for nine years if he fails to build his body.

What do you guess from the eyes of the male lord: “You want the southern geese to fly?” I’m sorry.

“It’s not enough for him alone.” I’m sorry.

You know what he means. There were few people who could go down, or would have gone down, and the man could have gone down, but he had to go down; who would have joined forces with the Southern Goose of the Devil? Most importantly, no one has asked the Southern Goose Flying’s opinion, so that he is scheduled to die.

The masters and the elders of the gate had made discussions and had not told the redundant that the release of the southern geese would be an aggravating factor. But you did not think of how to increase the victory, nor did you see the light. You and the man sat in their hearts, and suddenly you heard the flute. Look out, the hostess is playing the flute.

Seeing the male lord’s attention, you ask, “Have you made up?” I’m sorry.

He said, “I don’t know if I can live for a few days. It’s good to have another look. I’m sorry.

And suddenly you say: Did you say before that you had been asked for the blood of silver? Is it the southern geese that fly? I’m sorry.

“Who else can it be?” The evil doves of silver sparrow blood are taken away from them, so that no one will dare to do so with fear of evil. I’m sorry.

You said, “You knew that he had written it, so you were not lucky I was not killed.” I’m sorry.

“How can a man in the world do such a thing for you not be lucky?” I’m sorry.

And suddenly there was a sound outside: “Your flute is good.” Can you teach me?”

And you also took away, and the woman was well, and you looked at the trees opposite her, and the devil sat there. “I have heard a few little things before, and I want to learn, but it is a pity that my home cannot produce bamboo, and I have not learned.” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

He laughed, “The yellow springs are flooding my home. I have to do something. I cannot sit and die.” I’m sorry.

“Fine, there is something I need your help here.” I’m sorry.

The man had dared to bring him in, and the two of them had a deal. “I have another condition.” I’m sorry.

He said: “If this day’s plan is defeated, we shall all be lost, but if it is done and the sword is destroyed today, our nation will rise out of the abyss of night and night and will not know how long it will be.” You have God’s blood. I want you to swear to break the curse of night and night with God’s blood. I’m sorry.

The man whispered, “Yes! I’m sorry.

And suddenly you say: “Big brother, you have not discussed this with the Southern Goose.” And if he doesn’t? I’m sorry.

He looked at you for a while and said, “He will agree.” I’m sorry.

At dawn, you came with the Lord to the place where the South Goose flies. And the male lord saw you, and he did not advise. The lord spoke to the southern geese first. You didn’t wait out there, you sweated. Then the Lord will come out, and you will enter with the night bells, and the geese will fly up and turn their backs: “How are you?” I’m sorry.

You said, “Did Big Brother tell you? I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: Yes. I’m sorry.

“Do you?”

South Goose Flying: Yes. I’m sorry.

Then you went down with him and pulled him gently: “Let me see.” He refused, but he was sealed because of the power of the spirit, but you could not beat him, and you could only cover his eyes with your hand. And draw away his hand by the light of the night bells, and see in the depths of his eyes the dark blue.

“What, you bow your head and kiss him in the eyelids, “I thought it was scary. I’m sorry.

The southern geese are frozen. And you looked at him, and suddenly you collected the night bells and whispered in his ear: “I do not care what the masters say to you, do not believe.” I’ll walk you out tomorrow night. I got it. I’m sorry.

“You…”

“You knew that I had lied to you, didn’t you?” You know I’m gonna be exposed sooner or later, so I’m gonna have to draw a vagina to keep me alive. I’m sorry.

The southern geese don’t answer.

(Muhammad), say to them, “If you are not a demon, you will not live on the two charges of letting me go alone and disputing the door.” Why don’t you ask me to see you die? I can’t be the hero of the world. I can only be you. I’m sorry.

The southern geese whispered, “What kind of hero is it?” I’m sorry.

Say: “You did not come of your own free will. I’m sorry.

And the Southern Goose said: I am of my own free will. I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), do not be a hero. It is evil and not your fault. I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: “That’s what you’re talking about? “I’m still mad at you.” I’m sorry.

“I am sorry, I should not have lied to you. I’m sorry.

There’s a noise coming out of the house. And you carried the Southern Goose, and he was about to rise up, and suddenly he came back to you, and said, “Don’t come tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

“You don’t…”

“Sister,” he interrupts you, and there’s a slight smile in his voice, “You will come to see me, I’m glad. But you know, if there was one person in your heart, you’d always want to be a hero to her. I’m sorry.

When you come out, say goodbye to the male lord and leave alone. And you walk half the way, and there’s only one person standing under a tree, and you walk, “Why haven’t you gone? I’m sorry.

“Don’t you tell me not to go?” I wonder when you find out I can hear you. I’m sorry.

(O Muhammad SAW): “From the time you pretended to be the Southern Goose, I’m sorry.

“It seems that your little lover is very incomprehensible.” I’m sorry.

You said, “You’re a real gossip. I’m sorry.

The Miracle smiles. Ask him, “If you can seal the door, don’t you have to eat him? I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid not. * He pointed to the ground and you saw no shadow at his feet.* He said, “The cracks of the devil’s door have cost me a lot of effort. Without my body, I would not be able to survive the chaos of the Shaitan.” If it’s on him, it’s good to eat. I’m sorry.

“You may attach it to me. I’m sorry.

The devil looks at you.

And raise up the false ones, and say: She is, and surely you are. I’m sorry.

When the devil looked at you, he laughed, “Why do you hold back when man dies and love is empty?” I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), say, “What does it matter if the moon is empty or not? I’m sorry.

He said, ‘How can a demon become a demon without a desire? I’m sorry.

(Muhammad), say to them, “Yes, the unforgettable One God, and the ungrateful one who is a ghost, who is a human being, who has no place for love.” I’m sorry.

He said: “You should speak to the King of Ghosts.” I’m sorry.

And you swear by high-fives that you will go back to him and hear him from behind you, saying, “Why are you not afraid of death?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t help but be a hero in front of him. I’m sorry.

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The phantom is attached, and your feelings have become quite perceptive. And it was from a distance that people came and waited a while to see the southern geese flying in the evening fog.

What he wants to say, you shake your head and say nothing, just walk side by side. Looking forward to seeing the elders of your gate, you will finally ask: “Are you still mad at me?” I’m sorry.

The southern geese are shaking their heads.

“Did you miss me?”

The Southern Goose looked at you, and it was not until he came to the elders that he said, “Well.” I’m sorry.

And it is from the gate whereon the woman’s Lord is waiting that she will give you two stone swords. The southern geese groaned the sword, and groaned: “As she had said before, the heartless heavens and earth, the love of all human beings, the love of life, the need of life, and the death of her. I’m sorry.

And there was tears in the eyes of her Lord: “If no one dies first, there will be no offspring, nor will I forget what my brother said that day.” @Ambassah: #Jan25 #egypt

And look behind you, there is nothing but the night, and it is not for you to say: For the first time, life is taken away as a hero, and no one comes to greet. I’m sorry.

South Goose Flying: There is no mistake without shouting and killing. I’m sorry.

You shake your head, “The next time you’re a hero, I’m sorry.

The elders are serving you in battle, and they are opening up the highest barrier, and you leap before and after.

It took some time for you to get on the ground before you got out and died. At last, the dark fog around them was scattered, and it was like a huge river bed, in which the fire-red magma flowed slowly, but without any heat, it was the “river of blood” from the blood of the demons. It’s all over the place. It’s a big monster. It’s a desolation.

The stinging spirit of God bores your chest. You coughed twice. The geese flew over and shook your hand.

In the river of blood is a dreary spring of yellow springs, and you follow it, and you see a great ditch running across the river, and the bones of a giant beast fall in the middle, as if it were a bridge, with a ghost knife, standing still on it. And when ye came near, he turned his face and laughed, saying, ‘Here, O God! I don’t know who’s gonna win this one. I’m sorry.

You ask, “What do you say before you fight?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t usually say anything. I’m sorry.

You realize, “Invisibles are the deadliest.” I’m sorry.

You draw swords at the same time.

You can’t count how many moves you’ve made, but only instinctive attacks and counterattacks. In order to prevent the King from seeing the breach, you took care to guide him to the place of the House of the Gods, but the battle was exhausted, but you did not see it. You suspect that what you’re worried about most happened: the lords can’t open up the blood of God.

The ancient battlegrounds have seen nothing but desolation, endless night on their heads, no sound when cold lava flows, black and silver ash piled on the bones of the beasts, struck as snow and the whole world had no voice. The Yellow Springs slowly rose and swallowed up the rivers of blood, stones and bones.

To die in a place like this?

And suddenly you’re in pain, and you’re going back and you’re going back and you’re going back and you’re going back to the yellow spring!

And suddenly, when you’ve gnawed your sword, you’ve fought it, and you’ve opened it up in public, and you’ve rolled and jumped, and you’ve stood still. The king has spread the south geese’ sword, waved the sword again, the yellow springs are up, the earth’s cracks are so wide, and he blinks to his feet!

And when the sword rises again, and when it weeps on all sides, the earth trembles.

As the rock rolls, the cliffs break out of it, as if the door was opened slowly. You are so pleased that you and the South Goose will take over the King, and suddenly you will hear him say, “The people of God have been destroyed. Who can open the gates of the world?” “The sword in his hand is more purified, high and high, and the blade rises and falls!

The big earthquake went on, but in a jiffy, the yellow spring was over your knees, and you wanted to jump, but it was like a pound, and you couldn’t move. As the sword fell, the southern geese almost passed, and fell upon you, and a sword was cut, and the water of the Yellow Spring was slowly divided, so you rose up, and at the last minute you pulled the southern geese, and were struck with a knife.

And when you are about to fall, you stand in the water with a sword, and you climb on the bones of a monster. In the middle of this, the yellow spring has soared, it’s not waiting for you to breathe.

The southern geese fight with the ghost king and look at the stone gate as it narrows, but they fail to move it forward. You leap to the ghost king, you leap to him, you rise up a sword, you turn to him, and the south geese turn their swords, and they are in perfect shape, and the ghost king is forced to retreat to the stone gate. The wind behind the stone gate was so strong that people were almost inhaled, but for a moment there was only one man in width. The Ghost King retreated into the stone, and suddenly the ghost stinged, and stood upon the door, raised his hands, cut down a wall, walked out of his head, went to your head, cut you down with a knife!

You have nowhere to go, but you have to go down to the stone gate, and you have to step on the door, and it is at this point that the ghost king appears on your side, and you cut you down behind the door, and you draw your sword against it, and the bruised stone sword is broken in pieces!

But a sword is faster than the sword of the King of Ghosts, and in your neck a sword rises again, and the face of the geese rises brightly and fades before your eyes, and hears nothing but him: “Go!” The sword comes out of your hand and hits you in the chest, and you’re out of here with this power, and the South Goose falls in with the Ghost King!

And the stone was blown, and the stone was rounded up.

“South Goose Flying!”

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The rocks fell like rain, the bones were broken, the smoke flew, and the blood stream splattered the waves. The stone gate was turned back into a black cliff, shaking and breaking, and the last whole mountain peak fell down. You see yourself walking in the waters of the yellow spring, climbing upwards, with two hands bleeding, as though the mist had not ended.

Then thou wentest back to the house, lying on the bed of the bedroom, full of moons outside the window, and the devil sat in thy window and said: I shall save you, and thou shalt die. I’m sorry.

“You’re better than letting me die.” I’m sorry.

“I’m leaving now.” I’m sorry.

And suddenly you sit down: Will he return? I’m sorry.

He said, “I told you that it died, and that there was life in it.” If there’s fate, there’ll be a goodbye. If you really want to see it, you’ll have to wait by the devil’s side. It’s just that a lifetime of waiting is possible. I’m sorry.

You said, “You’re leaving, can’t you say something nice? I’m sorry.

He laughed, “When I did not keep my promise, the King of the Ghost said that I would perish because of it.” You see, things in this world are fated, and I can’t say anything. He took out his sleeve and handed me something. I’m sorry.

And you opened it, and there was a golden veil in it. And you said, “This is…”

“I have not broken my promise this time. I’m sorry.

Says he’s gone a long way. You see his back faded, and the moon faded. And heard him from a distance, “What a wonderful moon!” I’m sorry.

You open your eyes.

She’s rubbing your face. She’s cheering. He saw you, and said, “You are very dead.” I’m sorry.

You know you’ve been in a coma for a month and everything’s settled. The masters and the elders of the gate had opened the front with their hearts and succeeded in bringing the mountain of treasures to the bottom and filling the cracks. The parties have repaired the FLNKS, expelled the devils who had come out of chaos, and imposed a curse on the Shaitan, and returned to each other.

You’ve just returned to the gate, where you’ve been busy, where you’ve got a new master, where you’ve been promoted, where you’ve been giving each other gifts. The man who put you at the foot of the mountain in a small courtyard has always been the woman who took care of you. The hostess believes that you will go back to the house and that the man who just brought it up was strongly opposed by the elders of the house, who feared that the other doormen would hear the news and that it would be set aside. Even more so, she doesn’t want to go back. She lives next to you and runs down the hill with him for three days. He is now in charge, and he’s giving it to the yard, and the elders have to keep their eyes closed and complain.

When you woke up, your master came and you confessed to him, and he didn’t say anything, he touched your hair. You were the only ones in the house, and you finally asked Master, “Did the South Goose come back?” I’m sorry.

The Master lamented and said: “There has never been such a man in the house. You shall come back, and you shall not mention it. I’m sorry.

And he left you with a sword long before his departure: “This is what he used to use, and I left it secretly.” Something else, everyone in the Department of Abbey took it. I’m sorry.

After Master left, you cried with your sword and then went to sleep and dreamt of the southern geese flying. He was the same as you when you first saw him, cold, walking ahead with a sword, and suddenly he turned, “Why are you following me all the time? I’m sorry.

You said, “Of course I want to follow you.” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose flies: “Do not follow me, it will be no good to be with you.” I’m sorry.

“I will not follow you.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese flew alone, walked far away and stopped and returned. The 20-year-olds also have their last youth, wearing a rain thong, a red belt, black boots, a sword of silver and silver in their arms, and a frowning eyebrow: “It’s dark, it’s dark, it’s dark at night, it’s not fast to follow.” I’m sorry.

After almost six months, your wounds are almost as good. Your master and your master are trying to block the elders’ mouths and take you up to the mountain. “I have to ask myself a question.” I’m sorry.

You set the day of your departure together, and before you left, you went back to the mountain to say goodbye to your master, and you went back to your bedroom to empty the little vault you saved.

Go to the Lord and say good-bye to him, and he invites you to sit in the court room — yes, if you are an officer, you can stay in the courtyard, and there is no freedom in the fair world — and on the way to speak, when she hears that she is coming, she is stopped outside by his brother. The lady said she’d quit, and I told the man I didn’t need to see.

Query, “You will not see?”

“It’s better to be sad and not see.” I’m sorry.

My brother gave her a sword and said: “Big brother says if she asks for a different way from him, and thinks that he did wrong, she will kill him with it and testify to his ways.” I’m sorry.

You see the man: Big brother, how can you say such a terrible thing when you’re on your way?

The Lord pours tea. The only thing I heard was that I gave my wife a baby, and said, “My brother said that my sister had saved her from her wounds in the abyss of the demons and left her coughing in the night, which told you to wear it and rest later in the night.” I’m sorry.

You raised your thumb at the man.

And when she left, so did you, so he sent you out, and suddenly he stopped calling you: “Are you really white? I’m sorry.

You smiled and said, “No. I’m sorry.

The man also smiled a little, “Okay. I’m in a cage with her. I struggled for my life, but I just made the cage bigger. If you can, look for her. I’m sorry.

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You’re white as frost. You’re a woman in a novel. Of course, in your story, you’re the main character.

This is the fourth year you’ve passed, and your dream of buying a ship to open the age of great navigation was to have been fulfilled three months ago, and you had to save another month’s worth of raw materials because of the price increase.

Once upon a time, you looked at the main person in the novels and did business on the rich side, and you looked like you’d done seven shops in the first year of your business. Since then, you have failed in a number of industries, and you have finally opened a dog-skin-paint company, which has barely been in operation so far.

To ask how you got the money to buy a big boat, you have to mention your side business: hunting demons. You didn’t want to be in such a dangerous business, but it’s paying too much money.

You live in a small port, because it is close to the cracks of the world of evil, and although there is no evil in it, people are afraid, because there are many monsters, and the legend is worse than the devil.

You just picked up the pig demon who ate the bad crops, passed by a tavern and took a drink. South Goose Flying’s little brother sits behind the table at the table so he can’t get you a melon.

That’s right, I’m lucky I didn’t die, but the sword stinged a little bit, but it hurt the artery and made it hard to make progress. He simply left the division and, when he was free, changed the story from one known party to another. The first two years of your hardship were in his hands, and he couldn’t lift his head up until one time when he went to the front for having written a famous young woman into a demon, and you fought for help, and then he stood up straight.

You ask, “How can you write a beautiful woman like that all the time? I’m sorry.

And his brother said, “The more beautiful woman I see from someone, the more deceptive she is, the less I can believe. I’m sorry.

You feel like you’re being targeted.

You go back to your office and hear two of your employees talking. One of them says, “Do not go by boat to the Blackwater at night, or you will fall into the realm of magic.” I’m sorry.

You said, “I’ve gone hundreds of times, nothing.” I’m sorry.

That’s when the guys from the hotel next door came in and said they had a mess and asked you to help. “How many people are across the street?” I’m sorry.

“One. I’m sorry.

“Did you give me my name?”

“Got it! I’m telling you, our second boss is a top-class fairy-monster, and he’s a joke-killer. The guy listens, he goes to the ad you put on the wall and rips it all off! I’m sorry.

“So crazy, no fight. You tell the two employees, “Send the guy and follow me.” I’m sorry.

You went down to the hotel next door and killed yourself. Before entering the door, you suddenly stopped, you fixed your clothes and belts, you took a clean ash on your boots, you held your back on your sword, and you opened a golden fan, and you asked the employee, “Do I look like I am? I’m sorry.

“Boo! I’m sorry.

You are pleased that you have reached the threshold and said to the only person standing in the hall: “Brothers, with their words and their aura, step back from the sky, do not.”

The man turned around and said, “What shall I do?” I’m sorry.

You stay there.

“Boss, he’s even worse than you! I’m sorry.

You don’t even know how you got to him, like sleepwalking, the lanterns and candles in the hotel, and you’re dazed. “You, you…”

He looked down like he was waiting for you. You took two deep breaths, and it took a lot of work to hold your tears and toss a line: “How did you tear my ad?” I’m sorry.

He whispered, “Why don’t you ask me if I’ve been working hard these years?” I’m sorry.

You can’t help but reach out to his face: “Did you have a hard years? I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

Your tears have shrunk back, “…are you not acting so hard?” I’m sorry.

He heads down and puts his face to your hand. Hold him in your arms: “Is it you who flies the South Goose?” I’m sorry.

The Southern Goose flew in his face, and his ears were red, and he whispered, “Sir, so many.” I’m sorry.

You let him go: “Why did you tear me up? It’s hard to draw a picture. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

He took your job announcement. You recruit your first mates for your ship ahead of time, and you ask: to be a skilled man, a good man, a decent man and a good image. There is also the following sentence: a modest increase for a person with a good look.

Your staff came up and shook their heads: “Boss, I told you you’re too expensive and too expensive to find anyone. I’m sorry.

You picked it up from the south geese: “I know, I’ll keep looking for a raise.” I’m sorry.

The southern geese flew and took it back, and said, “Now it’s found.” I’m sorry.

Record number: YX11vyNDMp0

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.