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Chapter 904

The dance of the faucet is of course beautiful, Xiao Yan see is cool.

And after the bumper jump, I also took the initiative to send, this kind of king's level of enjoyment is that a general man can't experience.

Time will soon come to half a month, the is getting higher and higher.

But Xiao Yan has to leave.

I am very reluctant, she is lying in the arms of Xiao Yan asked: "The master, can I stay with the owner to live? Is it not beautiful enough?"

Xiao Yan stroked the face of the face smiled: "Of course not this, the owner will come back."

Said, Xiao Yan is kissing on the lips of the

Xiao Yan returned to the water ball world.

Han Cang has also started working.

After the owner left, immediately changed, she seems to have changed a person. It turned out that she had already learned the superficial heroine group from .

Also understand, after the owner leaves, if you think about it, you will inevitably enter this group.

Otherwise, even if the power has reached an invincible, there is no way to go outside the face world.

Han Shuofu is not afraid of her, she laughed: "Don't you have a lofty in Xiao Yan?"

Although there is a good skin, it is attracting a good color.

But in fact, every beauty of each beauty is different.

Four beautiful women can be famous so, no one is the light of oil.

The same is true, she is in the jog of Han Cold: "Of course not, Xiao Yan owner's handsome, and his ability, and his wife, it is not a woman who can be more than, I am a girl, nature Touching happy. "

Han Creek said: "Why do I feel that you have a good thing."

: "You can't think about it, you are the same as the owner, I will calculate the day, but I can't compare your true strength."

One force dropped ten meetings, any world is true.

When I was about to join the colorful protagonist group, I asked a sentence.

"The group owner, I am very curious, you should also like Xiao Yan master, do you have a worth it? After all, we are all Xiao Yan of Xiao Yan owner."

Han Cold smiled: "I don't know, but since you have slept with Xiao Yan for so long, I can't ask."

At the same time, Han Cang Jo said: "I have thought about your face problem that your owner often handles you is too strong. I have thought that you are best living inside the real world, otherwise it is difficult for you to bear you. Strength."

: "Okay, sister."

Han Cang said that he called her sister, and he knew that this colorful beauty is not simple.

Xiao Yan returned to the water ball world, and the days were honest.

It may be that Han Jing is beginning to have order management. For one year, Xiao Yan did not receive anything left.

Jiajia is still 12 years old, especially beautiful, of course, will be a little early, and there are almost a girl who is about 15 years old.

And Xiao Yan and Nalan are so old, and there is no change in appearance, or so young.

Nalan is very happy because she can get all the lots of Most of Liuda's faces.

Xiao Yan has not been idle, and continues to make up for the inner ownership, do a lot of good people.

Under his efforts, water polo technology, people, quality, medical, education, etc. are almost 20 years in advance.

People are all living, almost no poverty.

This is Xiao Yan's credit, and he will continue to update. He updated his classic work, he will write it yourself. After all, he once the initial dream is a writer, but the result is not very ideal, wrote a few He is not satisfied with him, it is stranded.

Today, he has a new song again.

Fireworks are easy to cold

A very classic, very sentimental song.

The prosperous sound is broken into the empty door.

Dreams are cold and turning a few borsen days.

If you are dead, you will wait

Silk waiting for a circle of annual wheels

The floating map has broken a few layers of broken soul.

Horizontal gates that hurt from a residual light

Let me wait another history to turn

Waiting for wine, etc., you play a guzheng.

Rains have been in the old man

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled city gate is in the old tree root

The echo on the slate is another

Rains have been in the old man

I am listening to you still keeping the city.

Suburban animal husbandry fell in the village

The fate is rooted by us.

Listening to youth, ushered in the laughter, many people

The history of the history is not willing to take a pen.

Fireworks are easy to others

And you are asking if I am still serious

Who is waiting for the world?