Governor’s Illness

The men and the people in the humées in the eyes are completely different. Over the past, Wen swallowthrough has long formed a fierce assassin, and a smile is a murder of the cold. Xia Hou, the heart of Xia Hou, can make him anxiously. What does it mean in the palace? Where can I not be in the palace?

The book is looking at the earth, laughing: "Yeah, it is already a time. This time Galan convened all the assassins and dark piles in Beijing, except for the eight shortcomings outside, the palm of the knife is galan. The strongest assassin is Luo. You said, when can you support your supervisor? "

Is the garam that let go? Xiahou squats in the double boxing, cultivating a assassin to talk about what is easy, the galante is outstanding, distinguishing is a play of life. As long as you are killing, the East Factory is successful, Gala is a winner.

"What do you want?" Xia Hou bite his dental road, "said, then tell me, where is the supervisor?"

"What do I want?" The book is laughing, and I raise my head. "I want you to die, teacher!"

The time of the time, the blade of the horizontal wave is coming. Xia Hou, migrate, rid of a hit, lotus fragrant with Ai and Ah, the sons have flocked to the courtyard, and she will be aimed at the book. However, because the two constantly do not move. hand.

When a knife is empty, the book has not paused, returned to the longitudinal, "Teacher, when do you want to lose your breath? How can you still die!"

"The book, you are crazy !?" Xia Hou said, "Are you not a rebellion, how do you return to Galan!"

"You are crazy!" The book is awkward, "Yes, I am a rebellion, but I am not as good as you can hide, I was caught back!" He torn open his clothes to show the chest and shoulder. The above is worse, "You see, eighty-one whip, my mother is not dead. I will return to the gamma to know that you kill the heart, get the medicine. My good teacher, you I don't know if you are so happy outside, we will die in the mountain temple! "

"I ..." Xia Houzhen wanted to defend, and the book was again cleared.

The smile of the secret in the sword is like a ghost. No one gives us a medication, we break into the black Buddha to find medicine, but the drops have been burned by you! You have not given us a piece of antidote! "

"Copyright, stop!" Xia Hou yelled.

The book is not biased, "" You said that we are your brother, but you don't put our life in your eyes in order to report your death, you will not put our life in your eyes! "

"Are you not a rebellion, are you not alive? How do I know that you have been caught back!" Xia Hou has flashed the horizontal wave, pulling out the long knife between the waist, "the book, you don't want you Forced me. "

"Yeah, I didn't want to live. Galak this ghost place, I wanted to escape." The book took a knife, and I laughed. "Can I hope you are you, You have an antidote, why don't you come back to save us! I have thought that you will come back to save everyone, saying that you will definitely come back. During the day, July is getting closer, you are a little bit There is no shadow. I understand that you are really don't come back. You hate the blue, Galan kill your mother, you don't want people to die! "

Xia Hou, almost bite the teeth, "I didn't give medicine at all my mother! I have enough books, don't hit. Tell me where the director is, I will let you go."

The book is sneacher and takes a knife to point him. "Liars, how can you live now! You didn't expect that the drug was useless, July is a non-solved poison! You didn't expect us to still Alive, right? "The book bowed touched the horizontal wave, and the knife turned around him." I didn't expect that we didn't wait for you, but wait for Mr. Duan and Yan Luo. "

The same memory of opium came, and the book reminded the moonlight that day, the leaves were like rain, and the section of the section took the Bailiki level and pushed the big door of the Daxiong Temple. The assassin supported the bodies from the moon, and he hoped to the two high shadows.

"It's really poor, but it doesn't matter. Your day is still very long, because ..." Baili glanced on them, the lips slowly floated a cold smile, "I brought you a lot of emperor."

"That is not very happy," Xia Hou low, "That is Senlo Hell."

"So all blames you, Xia Hou," said there is no expression of the book. "You are a sinner, you damn."

This sentence is like a trial, knocking in Xia Hou's heart.

Yeah, he is as evil, full of blood, and it will die.

Xia Hou is silent, and the book is looking at him. Suddenly I feel that this man hides many unhaneous sorrows. He is suspicious, this is an illusion, and it is not intended. In the silence, Xia Hou suddenly pulled out the knife, deeply squatted, the knife tip slanting the ground, gratifying a little cold.

He looked cold and looked at the book. "I only tell you, I don't know if I hit it from the beginning. However, I don't have meaningful, and I am holding it. It is me, and the ruin is also I, even if you come back again, even if you don't have a rebell, I will choose this way. You blame me, hate me, just, you have different, no need to say. I just want to know one thing now - supervise Lord, where is! "

The voice is just falling, Xia Hou is a knife, murderous mountain!

The knife was blown in the small courtyard, and the time shrouded the book. The book is deep breathing, and the knife is welcomes the snowflake network of Xia Hou. He has made a lot of this year, and can even keep up with Xia Hou. He knows that Xiahou is so late, and he is still powerful, his advantage is self-satisfied.

However, he is wrong!

Xia Hou's wrist turned, and the long knife dragged the fans to draw a continuous cross in the air. The book retreats after crossing in the cross, and the horizontal wave hits the blade of Xia Hou, and there is a sharp turn. Such a cross clearly consumes great strength, but Xia Hou, I don't know how tired, the tiger mouth of the book will finally come back to the last one.

"I have so far." Xia Hou said.

Xia Hou, holding a knife, swaying straight, and the knife scored a scorpion line. The arm of the book suddenly hurts, the horizontal wave is flying on the ground, the blood is going to the arm, and it is dropped on the ground.

"Say, where are you assassing?" Xia Hou wanted.

"I don't tell you." The book is clear, "You will wait for his body."

Xiahou squatted his collar and put his head into a scent. When the cold water suddenly drowned his head, the water was put into the throat and nose. He struggled violently, and the strength of Xia Houzhen was very strong, and he did not let him come out.

He took his hands and took him with him, "said!"

The book has been vomiting a few mouthfuls of water, the hoarse voice: "You dream!"

Xia Hou stared at him, "Then I will cut your ear, no more, cut another!"

The book shouted: "You dare!"

Xia Hou sticked his face and yelled: "You don't dare!"

The book is dead, standing on his eyes, the eyes of the two people are full of blood, and they are like a monk. The book glared over, suddenly laughed, "Okay, the teacher, it is better to make a transaction."

"What transaction?"

"I saw your mother's ashes in the ancestral hall. You are very resistant to the teacher. Your mother is like that look, you can still find her ash."

Xiahou is a hunch in his heart. "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything. I just want to see if you are in your heart, you are more important, or you want to know where you are, you can," the book smiles at him, "put your mother's ashes and The horizontal waves are ruined, I will tell you where Galak assassinated. "

Everyone is shocked, lotus fragrances are angry: "How is your human heart like this?"

The book is awkward and smiled. "Xia Hou Yu is 10,000 times more than I am poisonous!"

"That ..." A small small voice, "the factory didn't seem to have gone, before he said he said."

"Which temple? Is it a Guangling Temple?" Xia Hou asked.

A biting is a lip: "At that time, only the surprised A ... Baili is the matter of Jura, did not listen too clear."

Lianxiang Road: "Small, do not send people to the East Factory asked, or go to the palace, there is always someone knowing the director."

"It's too slow, too slow." Xia Hou is in a hurry.

It has been delayed for a long time, the East Factory has a junction road from Shenfu, and I don't know if I can ask. Don't say that the Palace is now on the door, and the tongue is taught to convince the Yulin San, and it is necessary to pass the level of level. I don't know how much time it takes.

Where can I wait for it!

"You talk," Xia Hou squatted the collar of the book, "Lotus sister, labor, I will help me take my mother's ashes."

Lianxiang heard, or went, not always holding Xia Hou's ashes back. Xia Hou took his mother's ashes, it was originally disabled, not very heavy, held in his hand, as if it was a light flutter. Xia Houzhen picked up the horizontal waves on the ground into the blade, standing in front of the oven, the flaming of the bears, his eyes, his eyes have a frost-like sad.

Wu Zi was in the house, and the book looked at Xia Houzhen. He gradually floated in the scorpion. "You are crazy, Xia Hou, that is your mother." Xiahou Wei how to revenge him, he still I remember the bloody rain in Liuzhou's evil conference, Xia Hou, wronged blood, like a fierce and shredded all enemies. But now, for another person, this man has to ruin his mother's last relic.

Lianxiang smashed his mouth and smashed, and he couldn't say something.

"You are a madman, you are so important!" The book is clear, "Don't think that I will be soft, I have to see if you really can go to the hand!"

Xia Hou, opened the lid of the porcelain, and Xia Hou's residual ashes reflected in the eyes, this is the last dusty gray in Xia Hou. He remembered that woman with him for eight years, she had a lip, sharp eyebrows, like a knife, the knife tip forward, as if I can crush all things. The tears were silent, and they fell into the bones, and the dust was deeply deep, like a sore scarf.

His mother went to a long time, but now I think it is still the same as yesterday. He remembers that he just learned that he was old baldon. He would eat eight years old, while crying on his door: "You are lie, you are a liar. You said that I am from the ground. I am obviously you and the old baldon! "

Xia Hou, opened the door, see Xia Hou, who is in the sky, is headache, "which turtle breaks the mouth tells you, the old lady will cut him."

Xia Hou used the head of the top Xia Hou, "You this liar!"

Xia Hou, single hand, according to his head, "Love to cry, don't cry."

"I didn't cry!" Xia Hou Yu cried and shocked, "I don't recognize me, why!"

"Hey, this," Xia Hou, a punch in his head, he hicked in her fist, "Benever people think about what can be resistant. It is my son, so that others should call you, squatting call!"

Xia Hou is always the same, it seems to be with a horizontal wave, all of the difficulties in the world will be smashed into the mud. He later knew that she is not omnipotent, she only has a deep heart, her heart can accommodate the world is difficult, her knife can be ignored.

He is the son of Xia Hou, and he must have the same courage as she.

Xia Hou turns into the porcelain, the ashes is pouring into the oven, and the fluorescent is flying in the flame. He seems to have seen Xia Hou's eyebrows and gradually melting in the flame. Everyone is watching that scene. At this moment, it seems that the wind is full, the world is quiet, only the flame of the flame is left. Xia Hou, did not stop, he pulled out the horizontal wave, inserted into the fadade, the horizontal blade slowly became flat, like a late elderly waiting for the final rest.

"Crazy ..." The book is muttered, "Xia Hou, you are a madman."

Xia Hou, put the porcelain in the stovetack. "I have done a question before, I didn't understand it. Now I understand that the living person will always be more important than those who are dead. Come, you want me to do I have already done, tell me where the supervisor is. "

"..." The book deeply looked at Xia Hou, and "Zhu Gu said. Galante is waiting outside, you can't go."

Xia Hou, on the back of the leather knife, pushed the three long knives from the knife holder, inserted the knife into the knife, and then worked in the waist, and finally put the black gloves and wrgen into the arm. He turned, got a team of @ , "The apart outside is given to you, I will take a step first. Solve the endache, go to the East Factory to move the soldiers."

"Yes!" Ride Qi Qi.

"Xia Hou Shu, use this knife." Miao Wei did not know where to come to step life, handed it to Xia Hou.

The black knife like a fire stick converges in the dark scabbard, like a Buddha whose export. The iron black knife is forged by gamma, the most sharp. Xia Hou, didn't say anything, silently took a knife, and took the night, cross the horses across the door, and rushed out the red paint door. The assassin appeared in the shadow, like the demon of the Zhang Dynamic claws, squatting, Xia Hou ,,,,,

The book was closed in the knife, looked at the horizontal waves in the oven, and became a little black, and became a scrap iron. He can't understand why Xia Hou is doing so, a monk, a person, how can Xiahou, how to ruin his mother's last relics for a man.

Why is Xia Hou, can always be so unsmid, one is incompetent?

He remembers himself. If you decisively take a little, she may not die. If you brave a little bit of your own, you will not be able to manipulate it today. He has decided by Xia Hou, he will learn anyway.

"Book." After the window screen, I took a head. He recognized her, it was a little girl around Xia Hou, called Miao.

"What are you doing?" The book asked without a good gas.

Li Miao poked a hole with his finger on the pole, stretching in a paper roll. It is for you. "

"Give it to me?" The book is longer, I don't know if I want to pick it up. Hand is bundled, in fact, he can't pick up. Li Miao took the hole in a little bit, throwing the paper volume to his feet.

"You still have a look, I am gone."

The book glanced over the paper, smashed the scroll with the foot tip, Xiahou, a non-very good way to see the eye.

Get. Teacher, when you see this letter, I am dead, I don't know how you are now, I am a big jump for six years ago, I am scared, I think that you don't have such a small child. Is it caught back? Is it a lot of whip? Nothing is good, the man is a little scarring like a man. You are my brother, if you are alive, you are still alive, and the supervisor will not be difficult for you. I posted a little big music, you saved it, enough for your short half. I buried it under the West's stone pier of Fuxiang Temple, and wrote your name. The package is you, another package, don't take it, it is giving seventeen.

Then will last.

Somehow, I looked at the horizons, I turned it down, and my tears drops. The book is dead, biting his teeth, blocking the whimper in the mouth. This pseudo gentleman, can he make him bought him? He will never forgive him, never!

The pain of the eighty-one whip, the bitterness of July and a half, desperate, waiting for the dead years, never freezes the pain. He hated Xia Hou, hate him, but he was indulging in the sea. The book cries in the fire of the fire, the past, the past, the stem of the past, turns into tears.

If you have a good night, he will go with Xia Hou. He also wants to escape!

He suddenly thought of what, as a dream wakes up, he yelled outside the window: "Shantou, come back! Go to Xia Hou, don't let him go! He can not die, he will die! That person ... is tetray! "