: 173 He Xiangji is too urgent (5)

Unexpectedly, the two girls blocked the speech.
Jixiang didn't mean to stop to cheer for, but still kept a steady pace and walked slowly towards the place where she had the heart. After a while, she pulled out the three men.
Noisy, noisy, anyway, she is idle, she won't mess up.
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The old housekeeper was worrying at the door. [
On the first day of the new year, he was directing Xiao Xiao to clean up the snow. When he thought of opening the small door, he fell in diagonally.
I was frozen for half a night, my body was stiff, my hands were covered with frostbite, and the exposed skin was all blue and purple.
It's easy to do if you die, and tell people to drag them to the mass grave and bury them.
But his nose was still hot, and if there was nothing, he would come for a long time.
If you have pant, you are alive. If you don’t let it go, it’s a moral depravity.
The old housekeeper believed in Buddhism.
But today is the New Year’s Day, quitting the old and welcoming the new year, joyously, how dare he take the lead to get a half-dead stranger in the house, in case he dies, he calls for anger, the masters blame, he can’t afford it.
Choosing between saving and not saving, the little guys are busy and do not dare to talk.
But the stewards don’t dare to say more, and they don’t have the courage to
charge
good people.
Little half of the tea time slipped by, and I hadn't figured out a proper way to delay it. The person's breath may be broken at any time.
Sin, sinning, seeing death is not going to save, that is going to hell.
A touch of fragrant wind, light red embroidered long dress, a few peonies, proudly blooming at the skirt.
The woman didn't greet anyone, and went straight to the unconscious man's side to squat down, and first probed his nose.