Chapter 175: The gods of the gods

Seeing him as if he couldn’t think of it, thank you for thinking about it, or to open the guide: "Actually, this is not a big deal..."
Mourning sneer, said: "I really did not say wrong! Interesting? Look at me show you are very happy? Um?"
Open the skylight and say something, tear the fake leather and pull the leather. The south wind on the side, no, the wind letter was originally a slight color, but I really couldn’t hear him, and said: "What tone do you have?"
Mu Qing face white face thin, gas is very glaring, the whole face is red, and suddenly turned his head: "What tone? Don't forget that you are also one of the jokes, giving him so long fun. No complaints, I am not as big as you are!"
Thanks: "I don't want to see your jokes."
Feng Xin also said: "You are less careful than others to think of you. If you go out of the sacred thing, you will want to help you..."
Mu Qing said: "Hah, that's really thank you. But I am not all your son in the dungeon? How! Want to fight! Dare to dare to let people say!"
He mentions his son, and Feng Xin really wants to kill him. Unfortunately, nowadays, all three people have been wrapped up in spider silks, and they have no temperament and no temperament. They can only smash each other. Seeing the wind and blushing blushing neck thick, thank you for fear that he will start the Wushen Street when he is excited, and he is reluctantly twisted, rolled over and rolled to the side of the feelings, saying: "Muscle, love? You look, can you? Going over?"
The feelings of silence stopped breathing and said: "What do you want?"
Thanks: "The wind is too far away from me. I can't get away. Since these spider silks can be bitten with their teeth, I will try to loosen your hands."
He was stunned by his feelings for a long while, his face suddenly cold, and the dead fish looked at heaven: "No."
Thanks for helplessly: "I really want to help."
Admire the feelings: "I can't afford to work for the body of the Prince."
Feng Xin said: "I am really fucking! This time you are still a demon! He helped you save you still owe you?!"
Mourningly raised his head and said: "Who wants him to help? Thank you! Why do you always appear at this time?!"
Thanks for the slightest glimpse, suddenly vaguely remembered, it seems that he had asked him this question long ago. How did he answer that at the time? Can not remember. He said: "What happens when you appear at this time?"
I am lying back and saying: "I don't need your help anyway."
Thanks to the pity: "Why? Sometimes it is necessary to help others to get past."
Wind channel: "Don't ignore him. He hangs in the air and feels that you want to help him. He lost his face and no face."
There was a feeling of enthusiasm, and the dead butterfly, which was smeared with silver, surrounded the blessings and danced. It was not slow or slow. He remembered something and immediately shifted the topic: "Don’t quarrel, let people see. It’s a joke, someone will come to us later."
Admire the feelings: "This ghost place is called every day should not be called the land is not working, who will come to save? Unless it is ..."
When he was not finished, he thought of one person and the card was finished. The wind letter directly asked: "Is the blood rain flower coming with you?"
Suspicion: "Do you believe him so much? He will come?"
Xie pity definitely said: "He will come."
Although the performance of Huacheng Road is a bit strange, on several occasions he simply suspects that there is a fake flower city nearby, but the intuition tells him that it is impossible. The feelings are again: "Even if he will come, can he find this pit?"
Fengxin proposed: "Or else we will make a few more noises. People will be louder together."
Thanks for your pity: "No. We are sitting, no, lying down, etc. Because there is a red line between me and Huacheng..."
When the voice did not fall, he saw the windy letter and the face of the sorrow twitched as if he had climbed into a bug in his ear. Thank you: "...what are you doing? Don't misunderstand, the red line I said is not the kind of exaggerated thing like the 'red line of fate'. It is a magic weapon, a magic weapon."
The two stopped the convulsions on their faces. Wind channel: "Oh, it turns out to be like this." Muqing is suspicious: "What kind of magic weapon is that? What use?"
Thanks to pity: "It's very useful. It's a red line, tied to the hands of two of us. There is an invisible link in the middle. One can find another person along this red line. As long as the breath is still there, the red line will never break... ..."
When he hadn't finished, the two couldn't listen, and interrupted him: "What is the difference between this and the red line of fate? It's just a thing!"
Thank you for your pity, said: "No. Not the same!"
Admire: "Do you think about what is different? It's like it!"
Thank you for your thoughts, this is what you found, really! The definition and function of this magic weapon, the more I think, the more I feel that it is similar to the so-called "definite red line". I felt that I couldn't think about it anymore. There was a voice coming from it and said, "Brother? Are you below?"
Listening to this voice, thank you for your wideness, and immediately looked up, said: "Sanlang! I am here!"
He bowed his head and said to the other two people at the bottom of the pit: "Look, I said he will find it."
Look at his smile, the look of the wind and the feelings of love are very subtle. Huacheng did not have a probe, but all three could hear his helpless voice: "Brother, I said, don't run around. What should I do now?"
Listening to his tone, thank you for a sigh of relief, and received a happy color, said: "Ah, is this spider silk very tricky? Is it too embarrassing?"
He seems to faintly hear the flower city say: "It's not the tricky thing..." but I'm not sure if I said it. In a few moments, Huacheng whispered: "The current state is not very good."
Thanks for the pity, the embarrassment of the last time is still quite alive and well, how can it be in a bad state now?
Aside, I said, "You don't have to ask him. Is the state of the curved knife still bad? It is just that you don't want to help make excuses."
Thanks to pity: "Don't say that." It would be better to say that he feels more likely to be taught by the embarrassment, and the flower city is not allowed to come out. Just thinking about it, the shadow above the sky flashed, the next moment, a red figure silently fell to the side of Xie Pity, bent down to hold his hand. Thanks for looking at it, busy: "How did you jump from Saburo? Be careful of those spiders!"
Sure enough, the white silk smashed at the bottom of the pit. Huacheng did not return, and he waved his hand. Hundreds of silver butterflies were behind him, forming a butterfly array, and fighting with the claws of the claws. Huacheng smashed the white silk of Xie Pity, his left hand grabbed his waist, and his right hand shook a red umbrella, saying: "Go!"
The rest of the two people saw that he did not come to save people, but they all said: "Have you forgotten something?"
Thanks to the pity, Huacheng looked back and said, "Oh, I forgot."
After that, the heart wrapped in the heavy spider's silk came straight and fell into his hands. Huacheng handed the sword to Xie, and said, "Brother, your sword."
"..."
"Forgot" is actually this, the wind and the feelings of love: "Hey!!!"
Huacheng will be more grateful, and his right hand will open the red umbrella and say, "Brother, hold on to me!" The umbrella actually took them and flew up. Xie pity insisted on holding him tightly, flying two feet away from the ground, listening to the following two people shouted, crying and laughing, said: "will not forget!" Right hand throws if evil. The white scorpion rolled a few of the two big white pelicans at the bottom of the pit and brought out the pit together. In midair, the wind and the wind said: "Wait! Wait! I have something left below!"
Xie pity shouted at the top: "What is it?"
Wind channel: "A sword! Fall in the corner!"
Thanks for looking down, and sure enough, the white silk in the corner could see a hilt, so that if Ruoxue had a glimpse, the sword was also wrapped up and brought out. At this point, the four finally returned to the ground.
If the evil throws two thick cockroaches on the ground, he immediately retracts the princess and puts himself on the wrist. It seems that he is scared by the white silk that looks a bit like it, but more fierce and enchanting. Thanks to pity and appease it, while holding the heart to cut the spider silk on the two. Fengxin and admiration can move, and immediately jumped up and snarled. Thanks to the sword that brought the evil spirits to the wind, and looked down, Qidao said: "This is ... red mirror? South wind, your general will fix this sword?"
He said casually, and after that, he reacted incorrectly. Now the wind and the feelings of love, or the shape of the "South Wind" and "shake", but pity has forgotten that their identity has been exposed, still subconsciously accompany them to act. Although the intention is considerate, but the thoughtfulness is not good at this moment, the two are silent silence.
Fengxin couldn't hide his expression, his face was smashing, and he returned to his original shape. He took the sword and said: "...has been repaired. After all, there are many ghosts in Tongluoshan. It is convenient to take photos."
Cheer looked at the culprit next to the red mirror shattered, and coughed, saying: "It's hard for you." After all, it's not easy to break it into and fix it.
Muqing also turned back to the original, photographed the cuffs of the cuffs, said: "Fixed well. After all, most demon ghosts will disguise the shape, if you don't love your brain, take a red mirror and take care of it will not be deceived."
The wind letter is not happy: "Do you secretly say that no one has a brain? I thought I couldn't hear it?"
Again. Xie pity shook his head and said to Huacheng Road: "Sanlang, I was too eager to run, and I fell down, I am sorry."
Huacheng received the umbrella and said: "Nothing. I just hope that my brother will not run this again."
Thank you, Charlie, suddenly seeing the feelings swept over the flower city, his eyes condensed, his face seemed a bit weird, changed his mouth: "Muscle? What happened to you?"
When he asked this question, he immediately returned to God and looked at him. He said, "Nothing. I haven't seen the rain and look like this. It's strange."
This explanation, thank you, is not very convinced. Although this should indeed be the first time to see the complete flower city, but he has not seen the 16-year-old flower city before. Huacheng's two kinds of skins are not very different. How can they show such eyes?
The four people went out of the grotto, didn't take a few steps, and the wind was stunned: "...where?"
The feelings of love are also embarrassed, said: "What is going on?"
They were trapped at the bottom of the spider silk, and they did not have the opportunity to explore the outside world. Therefore, when they came out, they saw one successive cave, a different statue, and thought that under this snowy mountain, there was such a mysterious dream. They are extremely shocking.
Thanks: "This is a cave."
Looking around, he muttered: "This cave, I don't know how many years it takes, how much effort it takes to build it. Really... really..."
He seems to have been unable to find words to describe it. Thank you for understanding his feelings. After all, the grotto was used for spiritual practice and for God. When his parents opened a cave for him, no one of the priests could see such a huge cave. If you can provide a statue of yourself in this place, you will certainly have a great gain in the realm.
Fengxin wondered: "What is this cave? Why do you cover your face?"
Thanks to the pity: "Nature is because I don't want to be seen by later people like us."
Mourning feelings: "That's weird. It can directly smash the head of the gods, why do you want to do this? If you really want to see it, a thin veil can't stop anything."
Said, he is going to uncover the veil of the most recent statue. Xie Pity was too late to stop, only to see the cold flash, a silver blade, hanging in front of his finger half an inch.
The sudden killing made the atmosphere between the four people tense. The wind and the police are savvy: "What is this?"
Although the blade was in front, the feelings were not revealed, and said: "Is your machete not good? Why is it 'not good?'"
Huacheng is behind him, slowly and succinctly: "No one has taught you, to other people's sites, don't mess things."
Admiration: "It is not your territory. What kind of justice do you preside over?"
Huacheng whispered: "I don't want to have more branches. After all, here is Tonglushan. No one knows what will happen when the veil is uncovered."
Admire the feelings: "Why are the rain flowers and other arrogant characters, there will be a day of fear of more branches?" He said, his wrists moved down, and he had to touch the clothes of the gods. The blade of the scimitar is also moved down, and the fort again.
Mu Qing said: "This time I am not going to reveal his veil, but I want to see the stone, why should flowers stop me?"
Huacheng smirked: "Prevent your troubles."
Thanks for inserting them into the middle of them, saying: "Hold and stop. People build caves here for gods. We don't want to see them. It's not a long time to stay here. Let's go out and talk. Don't forget, we all have something to do." ""
Huacheng stared at the hand of admiration and said: "Since my brother said so, then he will stop, I will not care."
Thanks for your pity: "Muscle, let go."
He admired him: "Have you made a mistake? Why didn't he first stop? What if I don't close my hand?"
God officials and ghosts, Fengxin naturally choose to stand on the side of the priest, saying: "At most, accept both sides and close your hands."
Huacheng did not let it go, saying: "Infatuation."
Seeing both sides refused to retreat, Xie pity put his hand on the empathy arm, Wen sighed: "Muscle, let go, after all, at first, you are the first to do it, so you should let go first, okay? Even give me a Face? I promise that you will let go of Saburo and keep your promise."
Although the enthusiasm was not convincing, but the stalemate was a long-lost, he slowly withdrew his hand and returned to the road. At this point, it seems as if a tight bowstring has finally come loose, and Xie Pity is relieved. Just in front of it was a fork in the road. He asked Huacheng: "Which side do you think should go this time?"
Huacheng seems to have chosen a road at random, saying: "This side."
The wind and the feelings of love walked behind them, and it seemed to be on the other side. In the gap, the feelings asked: "How do you choose? Why go here?"
The two of them turned their heads and said: "Choose whatever you want."
Fengxin frowned: "How can this be chosen casually? Or don't leave it, be careful to be brought into the pit."
Huacheng smiled and said: "Even if I enter the pit, I have a way to bring my Highness out. You can follow, you can go without it. But to be honest, I don't want to save you any more."
"you……!"
Huacheng speaks like this. Even if the smile on his face is polite and polite, it makes people feel that they can't do it. The more they laugh, the more they can suffocate others. The air was on the wind and the bow was on the shelf. Xie Li knows that he will not really do it. He said: "Sorry for the letter. But in this case, it is almost the same."
Huacheng laughed and said: "Awful, terrible. It seems that I have to go far." He said that he had chosen an eyebrow for Xie, and he went far. Xie Li knew that he just wanted to stay away from the two people behind him. He shook his head with a smile and was about to keep up, but he suddenly lifted him. Thanks for turning back, strangely said: "Muscle? Is there anything?"
Who knows, a feeling of love does not answer, grabbed the pity and went to the other road, and said: "Do it!"
The flower city in front is also aware that it is wrong, and turned back. The wind letter has been punched on the stone wall, and a few large rocks fell and blocked the intersection. The two quickly stepped forward, and between the electric and light stone fires, they took more than 50 characters on the rock. In this way, Huacheng and the three of them were separated by this pile of big stones.
It turned out that the two of them were not in the back, but they were negotiating to come to this sudden attack! Thanks for your pity: "What are you doing?"
He earned his enthusiasm and wanted to see the flower city that was blocked by them. The wind letter stunned him, and he kissed him with one arm, dragged and ran, and ran: "Hurry up! Those can't drag how long!"
Mourning resentment: "What do you still ask! He is weird, can't you see it?!"
Thanks to the pity: "Where is there a weird?"
Admire the feelings: "I see you are stupid, and he is full of quirky two characters on his body, so you can't see it!"
Feng Xin said: "Don't talk about running! Mom seems to have a dead butterfly catch up!"
Admired and said: "Clog the hole!"
Therefore, Fengxin ran all the way all the way, and several holes were blocked by the big stone that he shot down. The two dragged their thanks to the underground gallery on the back of the nine songs. Xie Li was almost fainted by this road, shouting: "Stop! Stop!"
After running for a long time, the two talents stopped breathing. In this gap, thank you: "No, you two, why did you suddenly run me? What did you find?"
Fengxin’s hands still hold his knees and gasp, saying:
You let him, tell you again!

The feelings straightened up, and thanked the pity: "So obviously you haven't found it yet? Beads! Do you remember that bead?"
Thank you, "What beads?"
Muqing is literally and eloquently: "The Shangyuan Festival Tour, Yueshen Warrior Suit, the pair of crimson coral beads earrings, the one you lost!"
"..."
Thanks for a long time, I couldn’t remember it. I pinched my earlobe and confused me:
I was a red coral bead at the time? Have I lost it?

The mouth of the mouth was pumped, and he said: "You two told me at the time that the beads were stolen by me. How can you not remember this kind of thing?"
Thanks to pity: "After all, it’s been eight hundred years..." Fengxin retorted: "You are less bullshit, no one is stealing you, you are suspicious!"
Xie pity waved his hand and said: "Don't make a noise, don't make a noise. You suddenly told me what the beads are doing?"
Mourning feelings: "Because the beads have been found! The red beads of the flower city, do you see it?"
Thank you for your pity: "You mean that is...?"
The feelings of love are ruthless: "Yes!"
"..."
It turned out that the strange look when I saw the flower city was because of this. Thanks to the pity: "Why is that red coral bead in him? Are you sure you remember correctly?"
Mu Qing interrupted him: "I have been looking for a whole year of the beads, and I have been looking for it. I will remember correctly if I remember correctly!"
Thanks for the hands and sleeves, I thought about it, and said: "I still think you may be wrong. There is no reason for the beads to be in his hands? The red coral beads are not all good." He has always liked to collect rare treasures. He still has thousands of antiques."
Mourning nodded, said: "Yes, OK. You think I read it wrong? Well, then look at this."
He stood next to a statue of God and said, while he violently pulled down the veil on the face of the god, saying: "Then you look at what it is, this will not be wrong!"
When the veil was pulled down, Xie pity swept over and the eyes suddenly shrank.
There is nothing terrible and horrible in the face of the statue. It was a smiling young man with a good eyebrow and a bright look. However, thanking the face, the scalp suddenly burst into a layer of cold hair.
Can you not be awkward? That face, root and thankfulness is carved out in a mold!
Looking at the statue so close and face, it is like looking in the mirror, even the original pure smile has become very different. Thanks, the scalp numb, and said: "This..."
The feelings are cold and cold: "Do you still have to say that you are wrong?"
Thanks for your pity, it’s easy to say: "...How can there be a statue of mine here?"
The feelings of admiration are: "One? Not only. You are optimistic."
He said, he pulled the veil on the face of another god. This face is also a thankful face!
The veil of the face of five or six gods was pulled down, and they were all exactly the same!
Admiration: "It is indeed a temple, but in fact, only one is here."
All are him!
In all directions, it is his own face, and Xie Pity seems to be caught in a psychedelic and strange dream. The dizzy turned for a long time, he suddenly remembered something, said: "Wait, love. You have not had the chance to look at the face of these gods before? Just you want to pull the yarn, isn't it blocked by him?"
Mu Qing said: "I don't need to look at the faces of these gods, I know that you are carving."
Thanks to the pity: "How do you say this?"
Mu Qing smashed a pile of veil into a group and smashed it to the side. The forehead was slightly green and said: "How do you say that? Because all your clothes, accessories, and living, I was responsible for it. I will wash you for you. Every piece of your clothes is not the same in the world. The stone statues are too detailed, and everything is carved. It is exactly the same. I certainly know who the face is when I see the clothes!"
"..." Xie pity grabbed his forehead and began to think back to the strange performance of Huacheng. The wind channel on the side: "He doesn't let us see these gods, which shows that he knows what is strange like this. I am afraid that what avalanches are inadvertently falling in is a ghost, he must know where this is."
Mu Qing said: "Oh, I think maybe he threw us into the pit full of spider silk. He really wants to kill us."
Thanks to the pity: "But... what the is going on?"
Look closely, each of the statues here is lifelike, the details are fine, and the simplicity is so creepy. It is conceivable that the sculptor's observations of the gods themselves are nuanced. Thanks to the courage, even the statue of the most famous craftsman of Xianleguo did not reach this point. It seems that the craftsman’s mind is all this person, only the person can be seen in his eyes.
The three were surrounded by these gods with the same face. The wind and the face were cold, and said: "Really... I am fucking... I am so confused... Too like it."
Moreover, the number is still so much. Mu Qing said: "I suspect that these gods are the props needed for the sorcerer, first ruined and said." He said that he would kneel down with a hand knife, and the thoughts of thankfulness were pulled back, blocking: "And live!

Look at him with love: "Are you sure? This sorcerer may be for you."
Thank you for thinking about it, or saying: "Don't act rashly. I think the possibility of sorcerer is very small."
Wind channel: "I feel quite big. I am really fucking... Are you afraid of watching these things?"
Admiration and respect for each other, said: "According to what?"
Xie pity shook his head and said: "There is no basis. However, these gods are very good at carving. If you don't figure it out, you will rashly ruin it. I am afraid of causing regrets." Suddenly, again, "Sanlang... Maybe it hurts me, but I think, at least it won’t be harmful to me."
The feelings are simply unbelievable: "... Are you really fascinated by what he has done? I think that if he writes suspicious words on his face, you will become illiterate."
The two of them are talking about it, and the winds and winds suddenly come to the enemy, saying: "Be careful!"
Both pity and admiration are a policeman. "What happened?"
Wind channel: "That spider silk is coming again!"
Sure enough, the fire of the palm of the heart shines on the stone wall in front, and a large piece of dense white silk is attached to the wall. The three people are not good at heart, fearing that there must be another fight. Who knows, that white silk is not as fierce as the bottom of the squad, no motion, no attack, it is no different from the ordinary ivy. The three waited for a while, thanking the pity: "These screens don't seem to be alive."
Wind channel: "What is it for living?"
Thanks for your care, I went forward to check for a moment, and this confirmed, saying: "They seem to be covering something."
The three people came to the stone wall, thanked and tried to pull and pulled off a large piece of white silk. That white silk is very tough, tearing is not easy, but it is not completely impossible to tear off.
Under the veil is the true face of the god, then what will be hidden on the stone wall?
The other two also joined the team of the tearing spider web. The three were responsible for different areas. In a short time, thank you for revealing a stone wall. He said: "It is a mural!"
On the stone wall, covered by a large number of spiders, is a large piece of murals. The entire stone wall is densely packed with lines, colors and villains. It is divided into many small pieces, the styles are different, some are rough, some are beautiful, some are exquisite, some are different. After watching it for a while, thank you: "...this is what he painted."
Admire: "He? Flower City? Can you be sure?"
Thankful and whispered: "Yes. There are words on it, the words are written by him."
He pointed to a blood-red little man on the wall, and wrote a bunch of twisted, unintelligible twisted words next to him, as if he was unconscious or extremely painful when he wrote it to vent. It is possible to guess by text that this blood red villain is painting Huacheng himself, but for some reason, he painted himself ugly and ugly. Fengxin glanced at it and couldn’t help but say: "This word... ugly my eyes. I dare say that I am better than him."
It’s ugly than the letter, which is really ugly and hopeless. Thanks for the confusion, I don’t know where to look, but once I confirm that this is the handwriting of Huacheng, it seems that I suddenly found a huge treasure, and my fingertips are slightly shivering. At this time, the feelings seem to have found something not far away, saying: "...His Royal Highness, you are coming over. Come and see!"
Thank you for your return to God. "What happened?"
The wind and the feelings of the silence have been speechless, only pointing to a picture on the wall to show him. The painting is also a big one in the whole wall. In the middle of the painting, a tall tower is built. Underneath is a crowd of people and a magnificent platform. The lines are simple, but a few strokes, the shape is extremely accurate.
The feelings point to the center of the picture, and he trembles: "The original... is... is he?"
Xie Pity is also staring there.
The entire picture is colorless, only the two characters in the picture have color. There is a little man below, it is white, as if the whole body is shining, looking to the sky, reaching out, is about to pick up a villain who fell from the tower.
And the little man is blood red and red.
Mousse whispered: "...Is he? Is it him? Shang Yuan Festival Tianyou that fallen child? How could it be him? Actually? Blood rain and flowers? Is he???"
The wind letter beat them both, pointing to the side: "There is still behind!"
Xie pity walked over and saw another painting, it was a broken small view. There was a statue on the platform of the gods. The whole body was also a faint layer of white light, one hand smashed the sword and the other hand held a red umbrella. , handed down. There is an ugly blood red villain below, and he holds a bunch of small flowers in his hands and gives it to him.
Thanks for a moment, I felt that my head was a little bit painful, and I held the temple that was suddenly jumping, and continued to look down.
The next one, it seems to be the battlefield. A large number of soldiers were ready to go, and a white little man was hanging in the sky, holding a long sword and devotion. There is also a blood red villain in the army under the pressure of Uganda, looking up at the man in the sky.
Xie Pity is seeing God, and the unbelievable voice of the wind is sounding, saying: "This red one is all alone? They are all?? Are all flower cities? I am a mother... He has been following you. ?!"
The feelings are also unbelievable, saying: "Not only followed, he is still staring. It is very tight, very tight. Wherever there is him! Look, there are streets, no trees, what is this? My God... those gods should not be carved by him?!"
Fengxin looked all the way down, and it was awkward. He said, "I am fucking... Who is this? I have been staring at you since more than 800 years ago!! I still follow you today? I am fucking! This is too horrible. He is evil! What does he want to do? The average believer will not do this at all. What does he want to do?!"
Admiration: "There is a conspiracy... there must be a conspiracy! Keep watching, you can find clues here!"
Thanks have been shocked.
He stared at the blood red villain on the wall. He still didn't react. He only thought that many memories that had not been forgotten, but did not care, were mixed, rushing into the mind, and even breathing could not keep up. At this time, I heard the two people yelling over there. Thanks to a spirit, said: "What happened?"
The wind and the feelings are standing in front of a stone wall, and it seems that something has been seen. When he saw that he was going to pass, Fengxin quickly turned and pushed him back and said: "I
Fuck, don't look!"
Thanks: "What's wrong? What? Why can't I see?"
The feelings are also black, and said: "... don't look. Nothing looks good, run quickly!"
The two men grabbed him with one arm and ran all the way. Thanks for being dragged by them, "What are you doing? I haven't finished reading the mural yet?!"
Fengxin ran and yelled: "Don't look! That kind of thing can't be seen! I it! I really haven't seen this kind of thing! This kind of person!!!"
Xie Pity is inexplicable: "You have never seen anything? What happened to Saburo?"
Mu Qing reprimanded: "Also called Sanlang, don't call it! It's too late to run! You don't want to approach him anymore. He is not normal, he is sick, he is a madman!!!"
Thank you for listening, and said, "What are you doing to marry him? Isn't I saying that everyone is not going to go where?"
Wind channel: "Don't ask! You don't understand! He is different from us! He is crazy! He, he is against you... for you..."
Thanks for your pity: "What happened to me? Trouble let me go, let me go back and see for myself?"
One has to go back, the two are going to pull, the three are deadlocked, and suddenly there is a cold voice from the front: "I didn't say it, go to someone else's site, don't mess things."
The trio was a stiff, turning to look. I saw a red figure standing in front of it. The flower city was leaning against the stone wall, blocking their way. He smiled and said: "Otherwise, there will be any end, I can't say it."
Although he was laughing on the face, there was no smile in his eyes, but he was dark and muddy. He holds an arm and the other hand is playing with the little things carelessly.
It is the deep red coral beads that are bundled with thin hair. The coral turns red with the streamer, and the red line between his pale fingers is generally dazzling. 2k novel reading network