Heavenly Star

At the end of the tone, the white jade was slowly put down by Lin Xiao, but his eyes were still closed and his face looked lonely, seemingly remembering something bitterly. And the crowd is still immersed in the lingering tone of the afterglow... a song, fantastically presenting the magic of everything in front of them, letting them see a person from childhood to beauty, to maturity, to the end of their life.

It was like they had a dream, a dream in which they saw a life they were destined to walk step by step. What brought them to their dreams was the tone of infinite magic.

They shook up, and if not today, they'd always thought that the sound of a chorus was an auditory pleasure, but they didn't think that a chorus totally touched their heartstrings, depicting a moving scene deep in their hearts. What a magical and incredible whistle it is, and what a strange man can do to blow it.

Apart from the shock, they can't think of anything else.

I don't know how many people even thought they were actually having a dream and didn't wake up until now.

“This song, named" Red Dust Dream, "is my daily must-play. Every time I blew it, I would remember my dead mother, and the sighing made me feel like she hadn't left me, but was always there for me, watching me walk through every step of my life.” Lin Xiao whispered softly, his eyes slightly wet. This is the first time he has played "Red Dust One Dream" in front of so many people, without any surprise or pride, because in his mind it is perfectly normal.

His voice was low enough to wake people up from shock. Until the dragonflies shouted, "Okay! Good song" A Dream of Red Dust ". A good Lin family Lin Xiao. Until today, we know what the real honking sound is, what the people are honking together, why the song should only be in heaven for this reason, how many times in the world it has to be heard. I have listened to myriad wonderful sounds for half my life, and today I know that compared to this song" One Dream of Red Dust ", what I have heard before is so vulgar and difficult to hear. I didn't think so when you mentioned that the worldly voice was not worthy of comparison with your vowel. Now I finally believe that your vowel is comparable to the art of painting without a sun, which is indeed not worldly. God bless me, God bless me, God bless me! ”

Dragonfly's voice was generous and violent and did not conceal the excitement, amazement, admiration and comfort in it. His words woke people up and shouted out their hearts. At one time, the exclamation on the scene sounded loud, these usually insignificant laughs, the extremely stingy compliments to the prize, the noble officials used the most gorgeous words they could think of to admire the sound of the whistle, to admire the forest tsunami, and even felt that it was not enough. How can the gorgeous words of the world qualify to decorate this only voice that should be in the sky?

Today, they have recognised Ye Jia Wuchen and Lin Jia Lin Xiao - a talent of amazement that can blow Heaven's joy.

Everyone is convinced that Lin Xiao won the match. Because they don't believe in what else can transcend the "Red Dust One Dream" just now, a song brings everyone into a fantastic wonder, tells of a dreamlike life, in which the memory of a mother's grief, the mystery and faint obscurity of life, each of them listens to and resonates with the heart.

Among these people are also Ye Wuchen. He had never thought that Lin Xiao's creation on the cock had reached such an appalling level.

“Amazing indeed!” Ye Wuchen said to Lin Xiao.

“Boo... is half my life.” Lin replied unemotionally.

“Oh? Huh... to me, cock is just an instrument, that's all. Does that mean that if you can't touch a cock in the future, it's like losing half your life?” Ye Wuchen said with some flavor.

“Yes!”

“Unless you have absolute confidence, don't bet your life on this indifferent game, and it's a wager without any reward. Only a fool can do that. Maybe you think you have absolute certainty. But I think...”

Ye Wuchen did not continue, the noise in his ears did not disperse for a long time. He sighed and shouted out loudly: “Listen to me first. ”

The clear voice shook their minds, finally calmed down gradually, their eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen, looking forward to his performance.

Ye Wuchen said with a smile: "Mr. Lin's mastery is certainly not false and impressive. Even I am no more sure than Lord Lin. But the Ye family has never left without a fight, and I'm going to make a fool of myself. ”

He glanced at the long cock in Lin Tsunami's hand and went on to say: “Lord Lin is a relic of his biological mother. If he sees life, he never leaves, and naturally no one else is allowed to touch it. So this one is untouchable. I don't know if any of your seniors and friends have come with a cock. I can't thank you enough for borrowing it for now. ”

When the voice fell, he did not sweep his eyes to the whole field, but watched the flowers softly. He smiled and looked softly at her and did not leave for a moment.

People on the field, look at me. I look at you, and no one can take out their dicks. They are here to watch the game between Junjie and Junjie, who will have nothing to do with it. Besides, choreographers, string instruments, need to play with their lips, whether male or female, who would prefer to share a chopstick with others, because sharing the same chopsticks with others is not essentially different. So even if someone took it, it wouldn't be out —— except, of course, for the girls in their hearts who can't put it up right away. The Jade Man gave his cock, which was meant to be entrusted to him for life. Hundreds of them were willing, but they suffered without it.

The flowers were so soft and heartbeating, her head lifted again and again, and she drowned again and again, because every time she secretly lifted her head, she was always exposed to that eye that made her heart beat suddenly faster. Covering her already reddish face, she whispered: “Did he find out? ”

For a long time, no one took out their dick, and the scene suddenly became a little awkward. And the dragonfly frowned, “Can someone bring a pussy? ”

Without a cock, this fight will not go on. If you go back to the palace to get your pussy, you don't know when it will be delayed.

Flowers softly raised her head, what she saw was still Ye Wuchen's tender gaze, with hidden hopes in her eyes, which seemed to be trying to tell her: Even if someone else gave it to me, I wouldn't accept it, I just wanted your one.

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