Heavenly Star

Chapter 069: Wendo - The Dream of Red Dust

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became bizarre. Soon, Dragonfly's majestic voice completely broke the atmosphere and quickly diverted attention: “Lin Xiao, do you feel comfortable winning this painting competition without a chance? ”

Lin Xiao bowed his head: “I had already taken it orally, and now it's a five-body throw. ”

Dragonfly nodded, “Well, let's start the second game!” Think about it for a moment, then say: “Lin Xiao, I heard that you will not leave the urinal cage. The creation on the cage has reached the realm of divine indoctrination. Don't you know if this rumor is true? ”

“Back to Your Majesty, this rumor is true. Lin Xiao name carries a word" tsunami ", it is in tune with" Zhu ", since birth has had an affair with Zhu, he has been a sucker since he was very young, he must blow himself every day. Wherever you go, you will not only be able to release your chest at any time, but you will also be able to use your sword in times of crisis. Of what Lin Xiao learned, the best is the pussy.” Lin Xiao said, then pulled a white jade out of his sleeve. On such occasions, and in previous fights, he was still carrying a cock, and it was not false to say that he could not leave.

“Well, it's rumored that your cocking skills are unique, and every time you play alone, passing birds, the ground crawlers gather around you and refuse to leave. But no one but your family has ever had the privilege of admiring the sound. Since you happen to have a dick, then this second game is a dick! It also allows me to listen to what a real whistle sounds like. You sure you can beat him?” Dragonfly said.

Dragonfly's words are not bad. Tian Longcheng has been rumored that Lin Jia Lin Tsunami's creation on the cock has reached the superior realm of sanctuary. Its sound is as if it came from heaven, and when the river is blowing, it attracts goose falling fish, and when the forest is blowing, it attracts beasts of all sizes to its side, and it has not wanted to leave for a long time. And these mythologically incredible rumors are often heard, but hardly ever seen. None of the people present, except a few from the Lin family, had ever heard him whisper. At one time, they were anticipating and excited. Lin Xiao himself has just said that he is the best at what he has learned. He is also a person who knows how to read yellow messages.

Lin Xiao's hands lightly held his cock and his right hand gently caressed it, as if it was not a white jade shaw, but a lover who had been obsessed with himself for the rest of his life. He was somewhat disoriented and said: “This nickname was a dream of red dust. It was originally my mother's closeness. She looked at life as if she had died of illness when I was three years old. Before dying, she gave it to me... It was the only thing my mother gave me herself before dying. After her death, I cried for three days and three nights and vowed to stay here forever. ”

He sighed softly and lifted his white jade cock in his hands. "Every time I remember my mother, I would play this cock. For 17 years, I never broke it one day. Over time, there was love, there was love, and two years ago there was a subtle feeling of heart melting. It knows my heart, and I know its heart. In this life… never abandoned. I've never tried a chorus before, because nobody matches me. How can the common voice of the world be compared to the sound of my dreams of red dust, and played in the same room? ”

Lin Xiao's face is a memorial and arrogant expression, but no one feels that he is exaggerating. This stems from his obsession and feelings for Xiao, and his manipulation of the cock has long gone beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

“Today, in honor of the Lin family, I Lin Xiao tried this battle against Son Ye, and this battle... must be won! If you lose, you will never touch again! ”

His face, his eyes, and the emotion and temperament he showed when he caressed the white jade... At this moment, they saw another forest tsunami, an elegant, melancholy, utterly muddy forest tsunami, and his changes were all due to his taking out the white jade.

How amazing is the degree of compatibility between a cock and a cock that has so obviously affected a person's mood and temperament? No wonder he was rumored to have a unique voice. No wonder he spoke to himself that his voice was not comparable to that of the world. They have heard that the highest realm of a sword is the union of human swords, but they have never heard of anyone who can connect with the heart of a man. And he did, then his vowel, who else is accessible.

Apart from a white jade with a small “ru” engraved on the tail to his mother's name, there is no difference from a regular jade. But when Lin Xiao looked at it, his eyes and temperament changed to let him know that none of Lin Xiao's words were false. Ye Wuchen shifted his gaze, and then closed his eyes without a wave.

At this time, Lin Xiao also slowly closed his eyes and gently placed the white jade on his lips. I didn't mean to ask Dragonfly and Ye Wuchen at all, but I started out on my own initiative, and I didn't think it was necessary to ask at all. Because he knew he had won at the same time as he proposed to do so from the dragonfly. Ye Wuchen Wu Ji prevailed over him, and although he was unwilling, he openly accepted because he never thought he was truly out of reach among his peers. He is better than him in painting skills, and he has spoken orally and even admired himself. But he would never believe that his dick would lose to him. Because Bo is the obsession and pride of his life. He cannot lose, nor can he lose.

By the time he lifted his cock, the crowd had calmed down and the cock had sounded slowly, the large square had dropped a needle. Between the trances, they felt that they heard not a cocoon, but a soft wind coming, and they were as if they were in a green bamboo forest, and a cool chirping sounded from the depths of the bamboo forest, which seemed to come from the deepest part of their hearts, echoing back into their hearts...

Suddenly, the honking sounds turned, from gentle to long to varied. The scene in front of them also changed dramatically. The honking sounds clinging to the atmosphere of the ice spring, suddenly as the wave layer propelled, suddenly as the snowflake array flew, suddenly as a tornado in the canyon, suddenly, suddenly as the late-night galaxy still flowed...

Once again, the tone turns to cry like a complaint, the jugular spins, and people hear a beautiful song from a teenage girl. In her heart, the girl's figure is becoming clearer. She was only seven or eight years old and walked step by step with elegance, but no matter how she went, she couldn't really get close.

A warm wind blows, the warm sun falls, the air suddenly dances with the wind petals peach petals, the land beneath the women's feet a green grass wildflowers tip, the earth is laid green, adorned with a thousand purple red. It's the beauty of spring.

With a cool breeze blowing, the little girl turned into a two-decade-long woman, her mouth smiling and dancing. The sun is in the sky, everything is flourishing, the heavens and the earth are flourishing, and this is the smell of summer.

When the wind blows, the girl becomes a middle-aged woman in the wind. She has lost her singing voice and dance posture. She walks step by step with such silence. The green land also begins to dry up at this time, and everything begins to decline slowly, despite the preservation of the heavens and the earth. It's the autumn depression.

With a cold breeze blowing, the woman became an old man with two white flowers, her footsteps became stubborn and her beautiful eyes became obscene, but she still held on to herself and stepped on the thick snow pack step by step. The sun has lost its burning heat, and the earth has completely lost its vitality, covered by white snow, and covered all the beauty and hope it once had. Finally, that shaky figure finally fell in the cold wind of the wind and snow until her body was covered in white snow and she could no longer be seen. This is the end of winter.

The tone stops at this moment and is rated in people's hearts as the last snowy world, because it is the ultimate destination of a person, the end of whose life no one can escape.

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