Governor’s Illness

The moon hangs in the treetop, there is a bit blue, like a buckled porcelain disk, occasionally see the dark clouds, is the glaze that is peeled on the porcelain.

Wicker is a single lying in the carved shelf bed, the Zhu Luo account hangs, the moonlight passes through the straight window, and the track is straight to her. She didn't live a fan, and her eyes watched the talented green skirt on the painting of the green dress. Suddenly did not come from the controversy, threw the fan, and the silk was smashed on the ground, sliding into the black paint I have n'thing to do under the end.

She opened the box cage, stacked her dress in recented. The big red flutter gold is more than one, the golden regenerated horse, the silver red makeup flower gold embroidered, and a beautiful dress is beautiful. Each of her is more than it is more than it. It walked around in front of the mirror, and the princess of the emperor is more than her handsome, and she is satisfied with the foot.

When I slept, there was a pair of cold hands to explore the nest, the willow tipped woned, and she was shocked, and she was so busy to sit up and shouted: "There is a thief! There is a flower thief! "

"Willow tip, willow! It is me!" The people took her mouth and stopped her sharp voice. When the willow tipped, he found that it was a book.

He is a lot, be sly, and his face is dust. The willow touched his heart and took a good time, he said: "You have to die! This is me!" Said, red eyes, "You have a family, one for a few months, I still believe in the front, behind There is no message. I am also asked for me like a man next! "

The book accompanied by a smile and said: "But I will return to the money every month! After the last thing, I didn't care about it."

Wicker is tie, showing porcelain white chin, hateful: "If you discard me, I am not afraid! I still have a favorite face, always hungry."

"You said where did you go?" The book is anxious, I can't help but improve the tone, I saw the red makeup of the willow, like the red makeup of the eyes, the heart is soft, the small channel, "willow tail Child, you believe me, I will not leave you no matter. Even if I die, I will give you enough money, so that you have no worries in the lower half. "

The moon has been moved to the east, and the window is separated into a piece of light, like a white porcelain piece of a broken place. Wicker tip the book to take off the clothes, put his ham on the hanger of the flower pear, the shoes are dirty, and they are placed on the door, waiting for the Ming children to come over and take the scrub.

The two lying in one, smashed each other, the willow tipped nest was in his arms, asked: "Erlang, look at the autumn, you can don't follow the summer, you will be able to play with the summer."

When the book suddenly died, he said: "I ... I ..."

"Although your worship, the big brother does help with many silver money, you can not be a doctors. Now we have to look at him for your disk entangled fee, temporarily unhappy, you will be broken, you will be held, do it. Hold people, can't blend him again. "

The book is simply twisted into a flower. He wants to say according to Xia Hou, telling the willow that he is a murder, desperate, how can you open your mouth. Support for a long time, fuss: "Will you will not go to the curse, don't think."

"How! That Xia Hao is not willing to give you!" The willows sit and sit down.

The book climbs up, and it is open to: "I am not reading, you are dying. I follow my teacher to do the buy and sell. Just, don't say." Finished, sleep back, back Overrive, let's take him with black tip, he is not awkward.

Wicker is sitting in bed, looking at your blue-white hands and feet, drying under the moonlight, the month is inflated, photo on the hands and feet, and his hands and feet are more and more white, like transparency.

When the book, the people like Xia Hou, the willows are not very rare. The mixed river runs to buy, do some gongs, some hit the Universiade, earn a pot full of full, but more halfway, I can't get up in my life. What's more, the book is to buy and sell people, and the nose is alive, what is the night!

That name is Xia Hou, watching a few points, and his eyes are in the eyes, it is possible to make money. The clothes in her box cage, the jewelry in the makeup, which is not the money to take Xia Hou Yu's money? It is a nerd of people, and they can't do this. I can't do anything.

She has tried it, the book is a poor man, no one, no mother, I have followed the Master's mixed rivers, now I have the rivers and lakes in Xia Hou, how is it?

Wicker is put down the account, I'm black and black, the moonlight is outside, and it will come back. She lying down, the book is very poor, and she is already sleeping. She listens to the heavy breathing and closes his eyes slowly.

The book followed by Xia Hou next day, and the willows stand on the high floor and silently looked at the two boats and slowly went away. The one wearing a black Siki is Xia Hou, squatting on the saltbag bag, and people who are helping people don't know what. The one of the moon-white launcher is the book, and she waved her hand. The willow tidy turns hard, and she will leave.

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Xia Hou, rushed back to the gamwide. In addition to worshiping Xia Hou and the New Year, Xia Houzhen basically does not return to the gamma. Mountain foot gams in the mountains, the hurts are squeezed in a piece, and half of the child is on the middle of the air to each other, they see Xia Houzhen and the book riding a horse, then stop the knife, eyes Yin, there is a cold, and it is a long-lasting rust with a tomb.

Xia Hou, knew that they were watching the knife hung on the horse, and there was a knife and they can hang the card and left the mountain. But they don't know, most people will come back.

Xia Hou, first on the top of the black Buddha, the guy just came back from Twa a few days ago, and also gave him a golden golden glass of the wattman, which is said to be taken from the head of the human head. That place sells very expensive, people with identity can wear.

"You won't let me wear a hole in the ear?" Xia Hou squatted his ear and turned down under the sun, and the transparent glass reflected in the sun and reflected five light.

Hold the hair, his right ear has a single ear, the pastel glass is like his eyes, clear, reflects infinite Tianguang Yun, and the whole world of Mingli. Xia Houzhen found that he was only gave him a ear.

"Good mother," Xia Hou looked at his ears said, "The good end is wearing this stuff, and the girls are ."

"The man of the Villa is also wearing." I have tired, "" Examples of the same ear, the same one you, I just just. "

"We are a big man, it is not a tile person." Xia Hou squatted his mouth and took the ear to the purse, said, "I don't wear it."

I have a little frustrating, but he didn't say anything, only turned to see the sunset. The mountains have done, the sunset has fallen half, like a thin and broken red paper-cut, attached to the horizon. The mountain wind is blown over, and the face is cool. They are sitting on the top of the mountain, as if they are smashed by Yunxia, ​​all the mountains like ink, the middle floats like the clouds, slowly flowing .

"Pole, do you know where we are gamlock?" Xia Hou suddenly asked.

He is because it is because of the case of the case. The galan is strict, and the assassin has a paper record, including the life, homes, homotherapy time, location, weather, and , all recorded, in the case of the case.

Hi Niang once promised him to be a sheath to galast, but he went to Liuzhou to find Xia Hou, but no one knows that it is Xia Hou, who is dead in the North City. At that time, he thought that Xia Hou got him, but now, Xia Houzhen is likely to be as long as a sheath. And that sheath, it is likely to have not supported Xia Hou, and I don't know what kind of way to avoid gamma.

So just let's know that Xia Hou's instrument can find that sheath, you can know who is harming him.

Pointed that there is no short half, wait for the sunset to go, just asked: "Is there a dead person, is it important? Is it more important than living?"

Xia Hou stunned, asked: "What do you mean?" He turned his head to look tired, and his eyebrows were low, the shadow of the eyelashes fell in the eyes, showing that he did not often have deep.

I have never spoiled, just brought Xia Hhou to the cave, pull the vines on the wall, a half-man high-shine cave is now, like a wild beast, unpredictable mouth, waiting to drink blood to eat people.

"The black side Buddha is empty, the case is in the belly of the black noodle." I have tired.

"It turns out that it is from here!" Xia Hou said, "Why don't you say it early? Harm I climbed so long every time."

"I can't go in." Presided, "But ..." He looked up at Xia Hou, the big black scorpion was quiet and safe. "As long as it is your wish, I will help you."

"..." Xia Hou, I don't know what to say, Jane Buba has a borne, and it is necessary to go in.

I dirty and suddenly called him and asked: "Xiao Yan, do you want to do it?"

Xia Hou suddenly returned, doubtful: "Do you do that? I don't want to be a bald, I'm going to knock on the wooden fish."

Pole, no longer say, let go of the vines, and the mountain cave suddenly lacquered, Xia Hou, smashed the fire, shouting, and fooled in the fire. Xia Hou is standing in place, and if you want to say it. He is a bit not a taste in his heart, and it is a person who has no desire, so he regards his wish as his wish. But it seems that I owe it, what is wrong, the ear in the lotion suddenly became heavy, and he suddenly remembered that he never thought about what to stay.

Oh, forget it. Xia Hou, no longer think so much, concentrate on the stairs. I don't know how many stairs, at least one hundred, I suddenly turned over in front of it. It is a large air, put a big table, and the bottle can. Xia Hou has taken a few steps. He suddenly had a round of small stones in the feet, and Xia Hou looked up, it turned out to be a small pill.

The surrounding stone wall put a few pots of flowers, there is a flower in the middle, no leaves, single has a large saffron, laminated elongated petals, like a blood, licking, watching I can't tell the monster.

This is the place where I should be a household in addiction? On the side of Xia Hou, he thought that he had the urge to burn here, lepon his residents to continue to scour. But I thought about it or I was, after all, he came to check the text, or not to have a good branch.

I suddenly came out of thin snoring, Xia Hou was busy, and I was going to go forward. The snoring is getting closer and closer, and the cave in front of the cave flashes, Xia Hou Yu cat walks the waist, seeing a row of laying on the stone wall, about ten, lying on the side. Their faces are green and white, and their mouths are half-faced. Some can also make some fragmented , some have no sound, see that life is not long, and the industry has died more than half.

Xia Hou took the past and saw several long faces. One is the assassin that fails last year, was caught back by autumn leaves, and there was no shadow. Xia Hou, I thought it was already being headed, I didn't expect it here.

Xia Houzhen didn't have much delay, continue to go down. Then the next layer is really a case, and it is more than the book that is high in the man. The two books can only be taken away. He was looking for his eyes in a dusty volume, and finally found a volume of "Jaga Luo" on the book. The inside is about the information about Miya Houlou. He turned to the end, and he saw the portrait of Xia Hou.

This portrait doesn't know who painted, except for the face, no one is like Xia Hou. The woman draws a smile, smile, like a girl who doesn't know the world, where is it like a murder? Summer is carefully carefully, and the eyes are still red. He used hard to put your eyes and turned the volume.

The volume recorded that Xia Hou Yu had assured each assassination, starting from the age of 12, until 35 years old. Xia Houzhen turned directly to the end, I wanted to see Xia Hou, the last battle, but found that there was already torn, leaving only one point, the roots were left in the book, like a row of yellow teeth.

In fact, Xia Hou has unexpectedly, just is not willing, holding a point of hope. Today, this hope is like the sand in the fingertips, and suddenly I love. Xia Hou is half-talented, and then turned a few pages.

Qianyuan twenty-eighth year of summer, Ding Wei, Qingzhou, heavy rain. Jahuan Luo was killed in Chengnan Street.

Qianyuan twenty-seven years autumn July Ding, a hundred feet, rain. Terlim Luo Lao Tongli kills He Kun.

Qianyuan twenty-seven years of summer June, Chenchen, Taoyu, heavy rain. Talou Luo Luo is chasing a gentleman knife in Wuhai Village, and meets ten people.

......

Xia Hou has turned over a few pages, starting from the Qianyuan twenty-six years, heavy rain, heavy rain, rain, rain, heavy rain ... all the rain! It turned out that the man wanted to die! Qingzhou Linhai, most rain in April. The Hundred Term Cliffs, the summer and autumn season are often heavy rain. Taoyui is also. That person deliberately makes him in the rainy season to assassinate, just want to weigh her injury!

Who is it, can have power to distribute the sale of gamma? who is it……

Xia Hou's head hurts, he knew the answer, the dark shadow was coming in his mind, it is getting clearer and clearer.

But why should he do this? Xia Houzhen is the first knife of Galan, she never betrayed the gamma. why? He turned back to the side of the picture, and the footer had a touch of mouth, written by the name of the painter, almost invisible.

The above is: .

Xia Hou's hand trembled, and the volume seems to have the weight of the thousand, almost can't hold it. The shoulders suddenly took it, and Xia Hou suddenly shocked.

"It is me." Autumn leaves came out from behind, "I know, you will come here."

"Master." Xia Hou was red.

Autumn leaves put the volume back into the book, whispered: "Let's go, go out again."

The voice just fell, the last floor had a footsteps, the two were more shocked, and Xia Houzhen quickly broke the fire, and the autumn leaves hid into the book.

The footsteps are getting closer, and a man starts in front of the candlelight appears in front, Xia Hou's bow, spywear the face of the person from the gap above the volume. That person's face was blocked by the book. Xia Hou can only see a group of bright, the wall dragged out a shadow of a long figure, and touched. Xia Hou, I felt that my eyes were a little flower. He looked at it, as if I saw the entire cave, I jumped the floating ghost, and I fill the cave.

The man didn't speak, silent, standing in the place where Xia Hou is standing. Put your hand on the roller of Jaato, stopped for a long time.

Finally, he took out the volume of Caerry Luo, turned to the portrait of Xia Hou, and he carefully torn it, put it on the fire of the candle. The flames were like a small image, and Xia Hou's heart, he saw Xiahou, Ming Ming's smile, in the fire into ashes, scattered into the air, and no trace.