Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

She is in the bed, the face is pale, and there is still fine sweat of the beads, but it is really difficult to make such a difficult movement in such a painful moment. The sound is still a pain. The thickness, good at some strength: "What is the real name, how is the name, starting the eleven-year-old, no one will call me again. Handan, Hao Ge, you said, in fact, this name is not quite Nice? Hey, don't look at me like this, nor a name, I am born in the poor, gave birth to our two sisters, and I will mention the teaching of the village in the village. Mr. gave a good name, I cried more than my sister, just called, but the Huang Wei is an ideal bird, I love Jiao, the poor family, and a girl, where is this Yu Mr. Teaching, I thought I thought, I was behind my brother, and I gave the gods to the heaven, let the god thought I was a boy, I got this Yingyi. "

I just looked at her. Surprised: "This is very interesting." I didn't care my heart. "You still have a sister? What is your sister?"

She is fascinating from the head to the foot, and I laughed and smiled. "Forgot."

It is impossible to have no reason in this world, which has two things that have been exactly the same, along with a hen's eggs, and a thousand autumn, not to mention people.

I have thought of a lot, such as the two men and the two men, two people are actually a person, and the result is rapidly negative; for example, the slave model is actually the end of the dead, but why she doesn't work In the past, it became a new issue. There is also a possibility that it is assumed that the sister in the horses in the middle of the horses did not die, this made the sister of the thirteenth of the thirteenth, will it be the sister of death, will it be a brother?

In the injury medicine, I added an analgesia, which made the brother will soon fall asleep after changing the bandage, it is difficult to have no forgetting, taking my hand, I have tied my hands.

I lie on the edge of the bed, she closed her eyes, her eyebrows, thinking about me and Mu Yan all the way, the answer to the question is in front of him, but this answer is a nut, and I still don't know how to start.

The heart is bother, it is difficult to sleep, after about a pair, the moonlight is entered, and the room is sick, and a mouse quietly climbed the lamp to steal the lamp. I opened my eyes finely ornamentally. , The mouse was scared, and I immediately rolled down the bed.

Sitting hard from the ground. The brother did not wake up, and the snow in the green silk was covered with tears. There was still a teardrop drop along the closed eyes, slipping to the pillow, a drop of Yingying, just no longer squatting. I screamed in the bed, and I looked at her carefully. I think about it is dreaming, I don't know what dream.

This nuts finally exposed a sewing and wanted to knock her, this is a good opportunity. But this also involves a moral issue, that is, it should not use the strength of the bead to spy the dream of others. Legend Legend For thousands of years, the holders of Hua Tuo have been facing this difficult choice. This proposition has become a socially concerned about the two major social attention in a certain dynasty and "unmarried women can't abortion". Ethics, the last latter solution is that the unmarried pregnant girls have immersed the pig cage.

In fact, under violence, all problems are no longer a problem, because violence itself is the biggest problem. In short, I am already awkward, helping me to make a choice is a sudden struggle in my dreams, it is the appearance. I gave yourself a reason. I have to go to her dream, bringing her out.

I have gripped the hands of the brother, concentrate on her feelings, so I entered her dreams, although I used to do this, I didn't feel labor, and I was about the deceased. The body of the living body is to practice the predecessors of Hua Tuo less than a strong greed for life.

There is a dark ancient road, the sound of the sound, and the three-way river, which is the dream of the Dream of the Dream of the Dream. I took a deep breath, I was going to walk in, my hand was hit, my ear sounded a low low: "Ah." I stunned, I want to let go of the hand holding me, but has already It's too late, the sound scorpion disappears at the end of the night, and it has entered the dream of the brother.

We are in a completely unknown place, I look up and still hold my right hand, said: "How did you follow?"

He is slightly eyebrow, and his eyes are placed in front. It is a deep lane. The alley is two bedrooms, and the sky is covered with a thin layer of snow, the sky is clear, and I am silent. He received his attention: "I heard the housing in your room, I came to see, I didn't expect ..." He suddenly said: "Where? The girl in your room is?"

My long-distance short story and Mutale have been explained, and people have frozen to shake, which is how the destination weather conditions are not clear, and the pain of the tolerance. Memory has been holding my hand, didn't let go, lasting, said: "How is your hand so cold?"

I think he is really nonsense, how can the dead person may not cool, but still accidentally tremble, want to retract, he glances, I lightly said: "Maybe ... legendary ice muscular ...... "

Mushu: "..."

I came to the horseshoes in the front side, accompanied by the rush of the car, I walked two steps forward, then I walked two steps, and I saw the street on the street. Live me, I will explain and explain it: "She can't see us."

Think about it and add it, "The phantom in this dream can not see us." A Coast truck was rushing from the depths of the alley, and he wanted to rush from the little , and the car was rushing. The black horse of the car raised the front and hoof, and the car came out of a cold voice: "What happened?" The driver is busy behind Leaves: "There is a blocked road."

The shutdow is open, revealing a purple sleeve, the car first step by step, the horse will drag the little scorpion to the side, the cold voice in the car is scrutiny behind the curtain: "Take her back to the government." This is ... "The curtain is sneered behind:" I may not, she is the gave me on the Wusi exit ... The best killer in the world. "

The sound of the horses disappeared at the end of the roadway. Everything in front of him was in the dark, and it turned into a spacious room, the candlefly set, the stone in the table, the bed lying on the bed, lying a little girl, the inferred should be a moment The little scains on the streets, it seems that it has been cleaned up, just looks at the face, and the boy is standing a purple juvenile, and the jade crown is long. He slightd his head: "What is your name, what is the family?"

The little girl struggled to climb up, stopped next to the maid, only in the heavy brocade, a big face, is awkward, but it is not afraid: "Hao Ge, slave is a brother, the first year hometown The floods, the mother is parallel, and the sister of her grandmother and slaves at home. "

I am going to go to some €, This little girl has a shadow of the brother, I can't think that it is always half-half vacation laugh, and she is like this. And I saw her thick eyes, I finally didn't feel the feeling of watching, and the Pearl is leading the spirit of the spirit and she is highly relocating. It is so happy that it can directly read her feelings, painful It is nothing to read.

Because I want to objectively see the whole picture of things, people's emotions are biased aggregates.

"Ying Song?" Ziyi teenager smiled, "Then your sister is not called Yan Dance."

Her pair of eyes smashed to him, I didn't understand what he was saying. He faintly glanced at her pale, turned to the moon shadow of the window, and he was too heart: "The name of the song is too bright. Today is the thirteen of the twelfthoon, and the day is bright, you will be called on November. , I will come back, you will follow me later. "

On the light of the candle fire, I see the end of the end of the handsome face, I still have a teenager's green, lined with jade, though I laugh, but the expression is like a dead snow. That is ... young Ping Hou Yizhen.

I looked at my hand, I was killed in the past half a month ago, I was originally Li Dynasty.

The couple's candle shadow is also disappeared, and the scenes are constantly changing. Various colors are generally brushing from the eyes. It is not known to have a variety of ideas. The only thing I can know is that I am a person who is not easy.

Half, the scenery is set, and there is a quiet bamboo forest in front of you. Heaven, there is a star, and the forest is burning a bonfire, a soft leather boots stepping on the yellow bonfair, looking at the bonfire, walking along the boots, simply there is no suspense, coming people Rong.

He surrounded by, when he was ignored, the cold and eyebrows took a smile, but he didn't move, and the bonfire on the ground was low. At this time, the top suddenly came to the sand of Lin Ye, a Zi Shadow From the high-altitude, he is slightly hiding on the right side, and a sharp short knife wiped the bamboo with a thick bamboo, but he didn't have a half point, and he watched it from the sky. Getting closer.

After all, everything happened quickly, several of the two positively intersecting, seemed to be completed in the blink of an eye, when I saw it, I've been compressed by the teenage of the purple clothes to the ground. Ziyi girl is a little more young brother.

Bonfire, weak flaps, , Resident in his clothes, the snow in the right hand has a half-cut into the dirt.

Her cheeks are red, no one is hesitant, and the left hand is getting more, it is more embarrassing. He squatted at her, she smashed a pair of thick eyes fixed at him: "Today My knife is better than yesterday? "

He hit her pillow, laughing at her: "Moon mother, you are doing very well, you can do better."

Her face has a proud expression, and the hand is slightly loose, and the cold light is flashed, and she has made her left hand with the momentum of electricity. A skill is reversed in the situation, she is subject to the ground. The angry gods appeared on the face. He stared at her, and his eyes were full of smile: "How many times you said, you have to be a good killer, from ambush, to kill, and then end, which link does not fall."

She tightly bit her lips, her face is not willing to humiliate, her hands are still struggling. He took a hand strokes her lips and laughed. "Bite so tightly, it is too heavy."

Her face is red, but she holds him even more.

Beside the mursenger suddenly said: "Look this day, it is raining." The words suddenly appeared suddenly on the sky, followed by bombing the thunder from the bottom. The excitement of the self-struggling to struggle suddenly stretched the body, and the next moment was stuck in the middle. He gently patted her back ridge, like comforting children: "Is it afraid to be thundered? You can't be a good killer."

She bite his teeth, the expression is determined, but it is not that thing: "I am afraid of this."

He supported his face without turning his face, hand holding her top: "I can't help it." Zhulin swayed in the darkness of Xiaoxia, and looked at the wind. He wrapped the rain. When I encountered my sleeve, my eyes were again changed. This is a magical thing, I actually see the fall of a drop of rain, and also shifts this drop in an instant to the next scene.

This dream is really unreasonable. Why do I think so, why is it not just from the sky? When I arrived, I found that I was being held in a sound color place, surrounded by a lot of flowers, and a flower girl.

I don't know why I know, it is about the throne, like who is writing in my mind, telling me, this is a 16-year-old birthday, she sells themselves from half a month, I will sell themselves. There is a person who has lated between these beautiful girls today. It is destined to die in her hand. It officially became the assassin of the accommodation, completing a killer's adult.

I remember that my sixteenth year old adult is tied to Junzhao hands on the feet forced him to listen to me. I am very happy, just a little cruel to Jun, and the adults of the brother are really cruel. .

Museum rose from the back, knocking on my shoulders: "Who is you looking for?"

I am going to open him: "Look for a capacity."

He made an interested look: "Oh? Do you know that he must come?"

I am uncertain: "This is also." I thought about ask him, "If it is you, will you come?"

He put away the fan: "If the killer under my hand is you, I will come."

I am a glimpse, I look at him.

He gave me, slowly said: "You are so stupid, if I don't come, what should you do if you do what to kill?"

I am angry: "I will not. Sometimes, I will be confused, but I will be very powerful."

He laughed: "Key time? Last night, I am not in time, if I arrive in time, how are you?"

I said: "... well, we didn't have happened this evening."

He doesn't matter: "When I last Shen Mrs, Song Di, Hua Wei, you caught it from the mountain, if I didn't follow, what's it?"

I moved around him, and said: "The reason why the past is that it has become the past, and the past will let it make it like a smoke, come, we still study more important reality."

He has a lot of shake, laughing in the eyes, watching me not talking.

I said, "You see, in the past 13 months, the December of the Zhengwang Palace is dead, the mouth is sorry, and the living, the singer is like the original 13, she has a sister, she But she told me that her sister's name is very kind, it is very love to be in the 13th month of the Zhengwang Palace, but he is clear that everyone knows that the real thing is in the end, and he is not like it is Handan is ruthless. "

I just want to transfer the topic, I am not careful to be very interested in the problems you have already raised, but I haven't thought about it, but I just sigh.

I told my sigh: "This room is unpredictable, more contact contact can be understood, oh, this is also difficult to say, there is a sentence called the author who is fascinating, advised to face difficult to solve it. The problem is trying to keep a clear call, but there is also a sentence called no investigation. Hey, I am very confused. "

Mushu stalls and stressed: "I am also very confused. You have theme. I don't understand."

"..."

In the flower floor, the high platforms of the dancers were gone on the high platform, and the leaves were finished, and the songs under the tree did not stop the butterfly dance. They were imitation of the world.

Just all this is illusion. The emperor's micro-service private visit always likes to visit the Qinglou, and she has thought that the three education in this manner can also hear the people, but the end of the return is that his flirting level is constantly improving.

I pulled my mursenger into the loft of the red yarn after the high platform, there was no hindering to sway a solid wooden door, just saw a cool dress, from the opposite window, jumped into the house. The woman who is going to wait for the guests at the desk. The woman is unpacked. The next moment has been knocked down by the hand knife, dragging to the bed, hidden, the time has not arrived, the sixteen year old brother lifted a handle on the mirror Painted the silk group fan of the clustered autumn peony, close the doors and windows, drink alcohol alone.