I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

He immediately had all this. Although he didn't like the , he was like a father who once said, and he will always feel feelings.

His family's living conditions will slowly become better, no longer have to pay taxes, the mother does not have a weaving laundry in the winter, freezing.

Father doesn't have to face the annoying purse nod, no longer have to be so embarrassed.

The mother is always so petted to him, and his father is strict, but it hides deep care.

These ... He has to lose it?

Maybe it will not, because they will die, including themselves, everyone will still reunite in the world.

But he is still afraid, if he is below, what should he can't find a father?

He is afraid, if there is no worldworthy world, what should I do?

I don't know when, the air is no longer killed, only the boundless whisper is getting more and more frequent, more and more harsh, like a ballast, buried fear's heart.

"Ah, no!"

"what--"

"Oh my god!"

"..."

The surrounding villagers trembled with screaming, crazy, and I don't know what I saw.

Finally, covering his eyes, Zhang Xuansheng saw his father standing in his face, his face is very close, still covering the field of view.

It is a warm feeling around, that mother hugged him from the side.

That is the warmth of never had, warm to let him feel.

At the end, you can just hug it with your family, it is not terrible.

This is good, the world is dead, they are just ordinary farmers, although the public is dead, there is nothing bad.

Emperor Emperor, is it a panic at this time? And his side did not love with it.

"Xuan Sheng, is it afraid?"

The father's mild voice sounded.

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head, "Not afraid."

But his body trembling he sold him.

How can I not afraid?

Will die!

Will be a happiness that everyone will be with everyone!

The mother reached out and gently stroked his head. It was like a child, and his eyes took him, just like it is to enter his face into the soul.

The hand of the old man scratched his face, some Shasha, but let Zhang Xuan Sheng's trembling a bit.

"boom--"

As if there is any weight, Zhang Xuansheng can't help but see it, it is a white man, raise robe, even if he dies, it is still very good, let him not look directly.

Cactus, and is extremely powerful!

Those immortals ... no matter how strong, it is dead!

"My son, don't be afraid, go to the hall, continue to stay."

In such a case, Zhang Yailu suddenly patted his son's shoulder, showing a comfortable smile.

Zhang Xuan Sheng squatted, toburize? Is the old man are crazy?

I still think about it to let me go. Don't say that it is a landlord daughter. I am a princess now, and you will not be able to blessed!

"Listen to you, go, the mother is still waiting to hold the grandson."

However, the mother also smiled and pinched his face and urged it.

Zhang Xuansheng is in a chaotic state, did not pay attention to the feeling of touch on his face is already smooth.

"% Amp; *% *"

The inexplicable whisper sounded, Zhang Xuansheng saw a tall figure after his father, he felt that this voice was a little familiar, it seems to be the voice of his father before and to strong old people.

He seemed to see the gods of this magic, can only see chaos and fear in his eyes, but he still struggled to encourage the courage, want to shout loudly, remind the father to avoid.

The mountains of the mountains fall, can shook several people's power to fall, but the father is still the kind of loving smile, seeing Zhang Xuanzheng wants.

However, the next moment, the green blood of the ink is scattered. If the river is generally emerging the rear, it seems to be a flood that can devour the world, and huge, like the god of the gods.

Zhang Baolo waved sword blood vibration, the blood floods did not enter the square, and he cooked in the cold side: "Didn't hear the child, his mother just said, wait for the grandson."

It's just a look, and the group is easy.

"% Amp; *% amp; * ..."

Dozens of stones fall, inexplicable whispers ring.

Zhang Yailu once again waved the sword, and the figure dumped.

"Don't scare my son with your bird language."

He hangs his hand in the waist, and took another shoulder of his son. "When you are borrow, you will grow up, now, go to the house, the following things ... less children are not suitable,."

Zhang Xuansheng noticed what his father had just held, that is the hot tongs whose home is usually burned!

Many of the immortals such as myths are falling, and the father is honest, but uses a hot pliers to kill these souls! ?

One time Zhang Xuansheng is more disorderly, thinking that he is dreaming.

He didn't dare to pay back two steps, and he worked his arm. Yes, the world's last day is what heaven, and it is more than this, it must be dreaming now.

Painful feelings spread through his brain, he stunned, then looked up and looked at father, where is a honest and honest carpenter, busy with farm living village?

The father is a brocade, and the splendid hair is in an instant, and the slightly wrinkles have disappeared in the forehead. The sword eyebin is full of prosperity, and there is any existence of anything he has seen!

The mother's change is greater, not only the mottled traces of the year, but the skin is moist, and even the face is slightly changed, but only the slight change is like the pen of the Dragon, and suddenly from a posture. Waiting for women, becomes a fairy that can't be straightforward, the white dress flutters, I can't inviolerate, only to look at my own eyes, still being a favor and love.

Zhang Xuan Sheng ghost made God, listening to his father's joke, step by step to the hall, this way is just a few times, he heard the sound of the sound, the heavy thing, the sound of the ink, green blood in his eyes The remaining light is shining.

Then I turned back until the threshold, I saw my father and my mother standing side by side, I walked in front of the hall, and there was any hospital in the hospital ...

From the point of the eye, this world is as good as the fire sea, the village is no longer, the mountains are no longer, there is only endless fire in the sky in the sky, and the red pupil is reflected.

He looked down, this room was floating in the empty!

Before the hall, dozens of mountains like the mountains are arranged below, and the father's mother stepped on one of the bodies.

The elder allene flutters, when it does not send, however, the outside world is not dare to get a step!