Full career passive inheritance system

In addition, there is a large-scale surgery that needs to be divided into several cycles. There is no statement of the surgical cycle here. The first stage of surgery is finished, the doctor goes out and breathes, come back to the patient to throw a treatment Surgery, the horse can then make a second stage.

In front of the hospital, the circular empty ground center has a brass statue. The statue of the statue is holding a thick book. The right hand is highlighted, the face is majestic, and the posture of the sacred feeling of the unable violapses.

"Time ... Is it so handsome?"

Chen Mai stood in front of the statue, stroked the chin, softly sighed: "This is the value to pull out, what is the ancient sky, what slag, completely hanging ..."

I have to say that people's brain replenishment is really very powerful. Although Chen San is in advance of the ancient gods, the temperament is absolutely fried, but the old man said, he can only be barely calculated. Upper work, maybe half-cooked uncle's vicissitudes can add some points for him, but there is absolutely a long period of time with the handsome ... However, he looked at the statue in front of him. He completely understood that the swordbood is in the eye. If Ranxing, the nose is tall, the thin lips are tight, and it is better than the small white face. It is he himself?

"Hey, that person there!"

Just when Chen Siles were quite emotional, a slightly screamnated and drinked from him.

"I see that you are standing here for ten minutes. Is there anything?"

"It was used as a dangerous molecule ..."

Helpless shook his head, Chen Mo received his eyes on the statue, turned to explain two sentences, but when his eyes touched the woman, the two were stunned.

Half, Chen Moai came back to God, and then slightly did not even sure: "You are ... Caier Card ...?"

In the past, the mature woman wearing a mens, wearing a white nurse, although it is no longer a small girl who is high to go to his own chest and abdomen, but her brow is still reverberating a few familiar contours. The sun jumps in the golden long hair, which is a sense of joyful.

Chen Mo didn't even ask the question, also went to the gods, she took a half step in her feet, and the blue eyes turned the crystal wave of wave, and she used to force Chen Silent, tears. A little penetrates into his chest.

"Welcome, welcome back ... Mr. Chen Mo."

Looking down at a woman burying in your chest, Chen Mo said that there is a taste, it is certain that the other party is only a 12-year-old girl when he leaves, but a twenty-year-old girl. For many years, the soil retrieval did not expect to meet her again.

More than 20 years of time, including the four stages of the mature woman from the girl to the girl, and finally until the maturity woman. She gave all the best four stages in the life of women's lives.

And this heavy affection, all from 20 years ago, the seeds of the girl in the girl's heart, the spring and autumn of the sunset, the young seeds of the past, and the little seeds that were not eye-catching, now they have already grown. Lush tree.

Chen Mo suddenly remembered a word in the gods: Fengling exported to each other, see Yang's misunderstanding life.

Does he still delay this girl for life?

No, never this ...

"Well, I am back." Run your hand to gently squatted the Rairkou, Chen Mo's is soft and serious, and then said: "This time, it will not be gone."

"Don't go ...?"

From Chen Mohuai, Saierka has some confused men in front of me: "Mr. Chen Mo, what you mean ..."

Chen Mo did not answer. He just kissed his head and kissed the pink lipp of Water.

The instant is stiff, followed by a slight struggle, after the two short-lived chokes, a pair of soft hands lightly hugged him ...

In this hands, Chen Mo has stopped the pace of drifting, and the same life is the same every day. She has formed a family with this little idiot of more than 20 years. Then I turn it over. For a few twenty years, Luili Town became the second 13th district of the Church of the Church, the second 13th district of the northern administration, officially established a district-level government in the Chinese-year-old 83 years.

Close to the residential area of ​​the district government, a two-story house villa, the hanging basket in the garden rocking in the chair, sitting on the left is a young man who is more than 20 years old, and the right side is the old man who is white. It seems like a pair of mother and son ... No, it should be a pair of husks.

Sitting on the rocking chair and enjoying the sun that is warm in the afternoon, Chen Mo is open: "Saierka?"

His call did not get an answer, side over, the side is old and peaceful, full of wrinkles, there is still a smile in the mouth, just as a hundred years ago, a young girl laughed when he met in the forest. Playful.

"Is this ..."

Chen Mo's eyelids were slightly vibrated, then gently joined the old soft body, let her rely on her shoulders, and stepped into the house.

The next day, all staff of the district community, including the governor of the big abdomen, in front of the garden villa in the two floors, each is wearing a solemn black dress, holding a bunch of white carnations in his hand. .

After the pedestrians of this road, I was unclear. Some people were unknown. Some people were mad, they listened to the identity of the people in the villa, and the sound of the question came to the district. When he gave a reply voice.

"Big person."

One hundred years, it is not long, and it is short. Said it, but it is not enough to make the sea to Sangtian, but say it is short, who can still laugh in Dongfeng after hundreds of years?

There are dozens of years, Chen Mo returned to the edge of the mirror, dig a new grave next to the tomb that has been full of wild grass, the inscription is engraved with the "Tomb of my wife", below him and the name of him and Saierka.

The legs sit in front of the two tomb, Chen Mimer took a green flute to the waist side, and the face was blowing up toward the lake.

The flute is melodious, and the sky is faint, and when a song, the wind suddenly set off the waves on the lake.

With the wind, the silver blue flying dragon landed to the shore, Alice leaped the dragon, respectfully half of Chen Mo's face: "His Royal Highness."

After receiving the flute, Chen San Jing stood up, patted the dust contaminated with clothes, and then watched the blonde Knight of the single knee.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

After a moment, the wind sailed a few deciduous leaves in the forest. Silver blue flying dragon incited the wings straight to the sky. There were only two desolate tombs in the lake, and the melodious flute in the wind ...

Chapter 121 Roundback

In the past 103 years, since the defeat of the Mozu in a hundred years ago, the highest priest of the axictic church has closed the top of the Central Cathedral, and the day after decades, he took her to the whole axictic church. There is only one of the holy owners who travel outside for the highest privileges. After hundreds of years, the Holy Lord returns to the axiom church.

In the past, a central capital of the medieval face has expanded five or six times area, the combination of temples and technology, producing a modern social civilization of the steampunk type, with the gods of the street, street office building The squats are compared, the pedestrians are wearing the popular elements, the high-rise room speed through the racing flying dragon used in the game, slowly floating many lighthouse-like objects, which are equipped with a wide range of temples to maintain the city. Public security ...

More than a hundred years, Chen Mo has been in the countryside, even through the change of Loreli Village, he also observed some clues, but when he really saw it in front of it, it can be said to be a hundred years ago. After the magic city of the earth-shaking change, he understood that the textbooks he wrote, and the decision to abolish the noble system and the implementation of education, what did this world ...

--newborn.

"His Royal Highness, all of them are your credit." After entering the city, Alice did not ride the dragon, but walking in front of Chen Miman Road.

The axiom church has canceled the preparation of the Knight decades, and the thirty-one brave and good winner was disabled, and their duties were also from the battle to the training department. I have been unpleasant, and I have gradually been more taste, it is no longer the feeling of cold ice ice.

"Treasury ... I have any credit."

For Alice's compliment, Chen Mo shakes his head and did not put it in his heart. The change of society has never been able to get around the world. It tries to get new students in the world of Under Word, which is one of them for more beautiful life. The yearning and desire, he was only in the hearts of these people, and a seed was buried ...

Walking on the street, his eyes continued to sweep the face of the streets, and their unremitting efforts in the past 100 years make a sunshine rain, moisturizing the seed, in order to grow out today's branched ginseng trees.

"His Royal Highness, you are too selfishness!" Hearing that Chen Mo said that he didn't make a credit, Alice suddenly stepped away, she turned over, staring at Chen Mo, said: "If it is not what you made for the whole people Contribution, now all of this will not exist in a dream bubble, please see your own credit! "

"For people ...?"

Chen Mo smiled, no more in-depth topic, he didn't have such a great ambition, the whole hundred years of time made him have a lot of idle experience, good and bad, bitter and sad ... However, in the final analysis, he is only in the beginning to end.

"Little Alice, you hate me when you are ... don't have to be denied, at least you are still very accurate, now how do I blow it now?"

"Yes ... At that time, I was too tender, I am very sorry."

"I didn't let you apologize ..." Chen Mo shook his head and laughed: "Little Alice, you remember, in this world, there is no savior and gods, the more the surface is, the more you have a lot of people. It is a full stomach. "

It seems to be surprised by Chen Mo's speech, Alice expression is slight: "His Royal ...?"