Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

One day, I felt the fatigue of the body. As the crack of the other half of the beads deepened, the inflow of life became fast. In the past, there was only no breathing, smell, taste and pain, but never had a touch of touch.

I don't want to hop the miracle, you can wake up every day, the picture that is first floating into the brain is the beads of the chest, which can distinguish what is new cracks, which is really a torture.

I didn't tell Memory, but I think he is actually very clear, just in front of me, even if it is, it is nothing, as if there is he is there, everything can be relieved.

"If you want to do something, you don't believe that you will do it, and how can you do it." This is a long time he said. With him, I have many teachings, this is one of them, there are some things, don't believe it.

But I would rather see that I have a wholeheartedly trust him, seeing that I have no longer succeed.

I found me in this day, Chen Gong began to enter into many secrets, I know what they have been invited. So Yi excitedly told me that there were many masters that were uncomfortable in these techniques. I had her subtext, but the spirit of the spirit of Hua Tuo could not condense into a charm. This mur is clear.

I went to you, let me work hard before he found a way, now I want to come, in fact, when he said, he already knows that I am a dead, the so-called finding method, I want to try to recover my or lost or recession Bar.

Recall that, there is such a wish that is extravagant. Now, even the appearance of this living dead will continue to exist in the world, it has become a difficult thing.

In not much time, we are like a twin shadow. But sometimes he will find those secretant agents, this moment will not take me, maybe because the only thing is my life and death.

But I didn't think that the rules were as follows, and I have sneached the outtrace of the study. There is no difference between the other agents, all of which are first made by participants, report recent research results, then freely discuss, it is to reveal each other short, demonstrate those methods without implementation.

But I listened to this time in the corner, but I finally got a big noisy, this is unexpected. And all quarrels finally attributed to a cup of crushing II, with the cup to rise, is a faint voice:

"Sliding."

The inner room is a cold. He asked seriously: "If you divide the life of the lonely to the queen? Who can do it?"

That time, I never want to listen to them. The world is so called, sometimes we are sad, not because those words are not good, but can't bear it.

I didn't need to sleep, I slept when I wanted to sleep, I haven't slept, because Pearl can purify it. But recently slept is getting more and more strong, it seems that the bead has increasingly loses certain functions.

And Mushu also began to have a problem, always woke me in the middle of the night, let me say a few words to hear him, will continue to put me sleep. When I was called awake, my head was not confused. I heard that he called my voice uncomfortable, and it was clear that the two had embraced a thick quilt, but it was cold.

I didn't know why, I realized that he was afraid, I was afraid that I fell asleep, I will fall asleep forever. Every night, he is scared, but he didn't let me see in the white day.

When I was in the winter month, I heard that Zhao Jiang's two countries have become more intensified. Zhao Guo fell into the fire, and the fire all the way to the door, although the sergeants were very brave and arif out, but they were very disadvantaged with Jiang Guo's national strength and defeated very miserable. But Jiang Guo is clearly not understanding, and there is a big way to attack Zhao Tuo. And things progressed, Mushu is almost intended to be a hand.

This is really his net. The name of the emperor gave him the name of Xianqing, which made him worry about it. This trader is ready - "The Vientists lost, and the daytime stop". Inserting this war, according to the truth, it is also his most suitable outside of the emperor. It doesn't have the ability to intervene. In the world, he is the person who is shot. Although Chen Guo is open, like the Wei Guo, there is a prison of women who don't speak.

But between the beds, Memory is generally telling me these things before going to bed, and I will sleep with this.

I like to treat me as a child, I don't understand it, that is what he loves a person. And all the ends of the line, I only curiously the original picture of this bureau - the go of Qin Purple smoke, because this is difficult to speculate, even if you listen to the story before going to bed, it is still unpubable. After a long time, I went to Memory, but he was not a matter of time: "If you still live, you should be in Zhao Guo."

I think it is embarrassed. He patiently explained: "The private exchange of Zhao Guo, how do you think of Zhao Wang's full convinced ginger?"

I can't think: "Rely on your acting!"

He exposed the expression that did not want to continue this topic: "... we still sleep early."

For a long time, I went out two Yu: "People Can't," Qin Purple Smoke is a human card. This is why he looks for her, why is it to stay in Zhao Guo?

This nest is in his arms, with his parents, short, generally talking about these worlds, if I can do it with him, us, I should do this, I can do his wife.

I have been speaking, I have been able to make a support for him a day. When he makes a broad decision, he will open a sufficiently broad field of vision. If you can live enough, try to do something, think I can do it. But every time I think of this, there is a sound in my heart quietly remind me, you can see the shadow that is shrouded behind? That layer is separate and the shadow of death?

November. After a few more than a frost, the city is blooming. I hope that the time can get too slow like the sun. Regarding the things of each other, don't think too much, the exhaustion in the eyes is also getting more and more. He thought it was very good. I also pretend that I don't know.

But I really don't know if it is more vulnerable, just give up the unrealistic expectations, the new secretant has brought a lot of good news: there is another one in the world. Seal the .

According to his theory, the human world is alone, all things are to pay attention to each other, this is the creative rule. In the first ancient, no matter whether Huayu is introduced by natural power or being enamel, it will not violate the cracking rule. So, on the top of Kyushu, there must be another people in the sea.

But most people don't know the power of it, it may make it blooming for a long time, or just as a thing for play.

Inadvertently said that it is the sky, because I don't know if this is another joke that is fate. Responsible, it really likes to joke with me. But in any case, Memory began to find the falling of the legendary beads throughout the Jiuzhou mainland, although no one knows if it really exists.

I have a life, it seems that good luck has not been exhausted.

After seventh, Jun Master came to Chen Gong to detect me. It really brought news. Bead.

On the winter month, Chen Guo sent a soldier to save Zhao, and Museum said. This time, I personally, I know where he is.

On the eve of the birth, under the red candle, he painted a white plum in my quite injury. In the copper mirror, the shallow flowers trace stickers are long, and they are full of bright, very good. I don't know why he uses, and he heard him: "It was originally wanted to give you eyebrows, but your eyebrows are beautiful, don't have to paint it."

It turned out to be the case. Although he doesn't like me, I will read too heavy, but these ordinary husbands often do, he also wants to leave some memories.

He hits the hand, including the laughter, I will see me: "Is it good?"

I nodded to have a matter of letters comment: "Well, a white plum out of the wall, since then, the king is not early." Seeing that he lifted his eyes, slightly, hurried to the bed: "I said to play, you, you, Don't come over. "

He is close to step: "What will it?"

I will continue to return: "Then you have to promise what I will not do."

He smiled: "Do you think possible?"

The next day, I met, it was the cold wind, I stood in the city of Miyou, but I didn't send him out of the city.

I also promised that I will come back soon, then this is not a separate.

Or even when he is not returning, I will work first, and I will try my best to go to him. Every day, the words are like Hongyan, all of which are his writing, then he is still safe. My physical strength is gradually unbound, and I found that even the hearing is not very sensitive. On the day of the news, Wu Cheng took the first snow in the winter. The flying young snow is like a blossoming white plum, blooming in the half-air of Wangcheng, falling into the fingertips, slightly.

In the winter month, the big snow flew, I was in the city wall of Wu Cheng, waiting for the mursey to return.

As he went to the night, painted Bai Mei to do the decoration, soft and fox, the water blue long skirt slammed.

Under the high-tech wall, I saw two columns to be divided into two columns, stand on the side of the stone, and the city's foreign white plum seems to have the meaning of Feiyun. The snow is more prosperous, and the light is imagined. Cold incense.

Hold me on the side, I have been trying to marry me back: "The holy driving of the Majesty can go to the suburbs, and when I am over, I have a big snow ..."

I shook his head: "He will come back early."

I don't believe it, but I have no way.

At the end of the time, like from extremely far away, the triumphant is falling into the ear, accompanied by a strict maritor. I whispered: "Have you heard?"

I didn't wait until her answer, but I saw a rushing horse at the end of the stone. There seems to be no other voice between the world, only the gradually close horseshoot, the familiar figure appears in the bottom, I pushed the support of the pill, and then rushed down the city. The skirt dance in the land is in the wind. I saw him turning over the horse, and I opened my arm to me. At that moment, it seems that there is a line of light through the gray clouds, even those thick, the snow is also a six-ride ice flower, and it is light and transparent. I pounce into his arms, the cold armor passed through the fingers, couldn't help but let people play a cold, but looked at him, the slightly thinned looks, but the eyes contain peace of mind, reflect my shadow in the eyes.

I want to touch his face with my hand, I finally stopped in the eyebrow: "I will sway bird's nest porridge, go home to eat."

His lip slows slowly, holding my hand and light stickers on his face: "Can I really eat?"