: Extra 8

Long Xuan looked at the snow outside the window. When the life was at the end, he didn't feel much pain. At most, he was a little tired.
"Father," Long looked at his father and coughed, and a blood vomited from his mouth. He and Long Xuan's father and son were weaker, and the voice was also crying.
"Isn't the clothes still coming?" Long Xuan just asked.
Long Hao busy said: "Yu Yi Guo Shi has entered the palace, is on the way to Yi Jin Yuan, the father of the emperor, you will wait for him."
"Dragon," Long Xuan said to the dragon: "After you die, you remember to go to the Huguo Temple and let you take you to the Jiuzhong Tower."
Long Hao stunned: "Father, is there a nine-pronged pagoda in this Huguo Temple?"
Long Xuan looked at Long Hao's face and suddenly wanted to laugh. He seemed to have asked his father to do so. How did his father and grandfather tell him? "Yes, how come?" Long Xuandao: "At that time, you will know how the rivers of my family have come."
Long Yu’s heart was suspicious, but he still took the initiative.
Long Xuan suddenly became curious. I don’t know what kind of expression he would have when he entered this white ancestral hall.
"Father, what are you laughing at?" Long Yao looked at Long Xuan with a smile and asked Long Xuandao: "Is the father a happy thought?"
"I want to be free," Long Xuan said: "Why not happy? Hey, Jiangshan is too heavy, you can do it yourself."
Long Yu was at the bedside of Long Xuan, and the dagger said: "The children will not be burdened by the father."
"These words my father also told me," Long Xuan said: "He also said that he has been a lonely man since then, but this is not said to you, you are lucky, you will not be a lonely man. ""
Long Hao looked up at Long Xuan, "Father?"
"Your Majesty," the sound of the came from outside the house. "Yu Yiguo is here."
"Please," Long said, he couldn't ask, and he and the father, as if he had never paid attention to this life, even if he was at the end, he and he could not really talk.
"The emperor, let's go down," Long Xuan also did not want to stay in the dragon and screamed.
After a long three-headed beggar at the bedside, Long Hao got up and retired.
The master of the robes stood by the bed of Long Xuan and said, "The squat is old."
Long Xuan glanced at the master of the gown of the gray gown, saying: "The master has not changed, what day will be the death of the master?"
For Long Xuan to be the last to be aggressive, the master of the clothes is just a smile, "Your Majesty, is there anything to say to the poor?"
"After the ninth," Long Xuan asked: "After the Dragon World, can I be a new person?"
Master Master said: "This is natural."
"Can you meet him again?" Long Xuan looked at the master of the clothes.
Master Gu Yi said: "After the ninth century, poverty has long been in the reincarnation of the world, and the fate of the demands of the Majesty is not known."
"Is there a little hope?" Long Xuandao.

Let's go see them,
said the master of the dress.
They are doing very well now, at least this world will be well-fed and safe.

"So?" Long Xuan said: "Will they be born?"
"Your Majesty," said the master of the robes in his eyes, "The fate is fixed, the things that come to life, why do you think too much in this life?"
"I am just," Long Xuan sighed and said: "I just want to ask for his life, is it too greedy?"
The master of the coat looked at the snow outside the window. "The hearts of the people are greedy, kneel."
"Yeah," Long Xuan softly said: "I just greedy too much in this life, so I lost him."
When the master of the robes bowed again, Pingzhang Emperor Xuan Xuan had a long speech with the world. Master's finger, scratched the dragon's forehead. The snow is gone, the past and present, how similar, and how different. The master of the robes looked at the death of a generation of emperors. This life was ruthless and ruthless. The people under the feet of the dynasty dynasty created a dynasty dynasty. They never smiled in their lives. At this time, they were smiling. If you are alive, if you are alive, he and him, a must, a obsession, really count, who is who? As for the afterlife, the master of the robes shook his head. After nine hundred years, the years were long. Who knows what kind of scenery would the world be? Prosperous like a cloud of smoke, the shackles of this life, after 900 years, can you continue?
"Amitabha," the master of the robes finally only read the Buddha.
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