Mo Lin (Evil come)

Fan Li took the car,

Sitting on Chen Daole's old mother and sword on the car,

Chen Daole took the book to walk next to it.

Next to it, there is another picked straw stick to sell alcohol.

The sword likes to eat sugar, but the sugar gourd is bought too much, and it will lose its taste;

Therefore, Fan Li tie a middle-aged man who specializes in sugar gourd, followed by everyone, the sword wants to eat, and come up with the copper money to buy a string from the man.

Chen Daol's book girl also made a strike from time to time to buy a string of explanation.

Fan Li's car, pulled very stable, Chen Daole's old mother and grandchildren lie on the bedding, fell asleep.

The sword is somewhat boring. When a hand holds a candy gourd, a hand is placed on his side, and the Zhang Yi, which is given to Chen Daole, now being a sword, a sword.

Asked:

"There is an official when you don't do it, you have to follow us to go to the snow customs, do you show?"

Chen Daol is also unrestricted. In fact, he is the same as the middle-aged man who sells sugar, but still laughs and replies:

"Staying in Yingmu, I can only be a document, do some copying of the complicated thing, so I feel that I have to go up with you, saying that there is a bigger run.

Besides, you are the people of Pingye, follow you, how to count, I account for cheap. "

"Hey, I am thinking." The sword spit out the fruit core, licked the lips, said: "You, you are."

"Where is the custom?"

"I can't say it, it is customary."

"Is it because I am a Jindler?"

"Calculate it."

"People, after all, it is necessary to eat, since it decides to eat on the table, which table is naturally, which table is good."

"The last name Zheng's rice, it can be not so delicious."

"Eating, always have something to eat."

The sword turned over white. She was kind to reminding this to save her own scholar, but since people insisted so, she didn't matter.

After all, the sword has a thing, don't look at her is small, but it is a ghost spirit. It can be observed to see the thought of the person in the heart.

Chen Daol's hidden, may be in his own opinion, it is good, it is also in line with his image, he also gives the reason why it stands.

But it is not a pure book. The corners of my heart have been protrusted. I have been going to the snow customs in the end of the first day. The sword can come out to come.

However, the king is hard to save the ghost, you want to go, really thinking that the snow customs is so good, wait for the blind, just a screen, what color is really thinking about people? Although he is.

A group rushed during the day, and he was treated in the evening, and did not deliberately went to find nearby villages or dwellings.

Two tents, a big one, Chen Daol, the old lady slept, the sword is sleeping.

The remaining four men are all sleeping.

Today, a snack is a cake, the dish is a wild vegetable, and the cake is old earlier, and it is hard to follow a bar.

The sword is next to eating a rock candy, Chen Daole, a little bit of cake, drinking a bowl of soup, go back to the tent, the old man is weak, although it is sitting on the board, but still feel tired.

"When I was overlining, I went to pick some fruits, and I will get a syrup in the evening."

The middle-aged man surnamed He, called He Chunlai, in the early years, in Jade Pancheng, and later, the wild people came, and he fled together to Yingdu, and made a sugar gourd business.

"I have been in the winter, where is the fresh fruit?" Asked the sword.

He Chun came to shake his head and said: "Frozen into a fruit, it is also delicious."

"Oh." The sword nodded.

Chen Daole took the cake with the cake and looked around: "All the way is east, and the smoke is getting less and less."

The sword said: "Waiting to the snow customs, it will be lively."

Chen Daole nodded and said: "Yes, I have always admired Pingye Bo, thousands of miles to attack the snow sea, close the dog, burial more than 100,000 wild animals, this is really a big husband is also!"

"Don't think so much, otherwise you will be disappointed." Sword said.

"No, Chen this is not a horses, seeing a person, is actually not looking at what he said, but it is important to he did."

Fan Li smiled.

Chen Daole continued: "When the big potential today, the swallow is big, and you can only join together to resist Yan Jun south, but the biggest problem is that the Duo is a big country, and the swallow is annexed. After the Sanjin land, short time It is unable to digest it.

If the booth is too big, it is easy to be wrong. "

The sword hore, and he is not interested to listen to this scholar in front of him, or go back to sleep.

Fan Li silently continued to eat cakes, and forced to order Chen Daoluo, which was different from that night. The next few days of leaving the way, he had little.

Tonight, a little big, but bigger, is a footsteps.

After Fan Li sent the last cake into his mouth, Silently gave the ax next to the ax, the ax was wrapped in the week, rarely opened.

Chen Daole saw it, stunned, and immediately ended the gods, and I would like to find some guys, but I found that the previous Zhang Yizhen gave her sword in the tent of the sword.

In this case, Chen Daol can only pick up a stone pinch in his hand.

He Yichun, I saw anything, but I couldn't open anything wrong, silently lifted my straw stick.

"! ! !"

The footsteps, very clear, the other party doesn't seem to hide, maybe, in the opponent, this close, the staple has been stained.

"!"

A black man is worn from the forest, come to the bonfire, drink it:

"Oh, Yan Dog, you can know who I am!"

"boom!"

Fan Li's ax smashed the past,

high speed,

A big ax is like a hair in his hand.

The black men's brain is directly cut down, there is no head of the body standing there, the neck position is still taking water.

After cutting,

Fan Li seems to be slow,

Asked:

"who is it?"

Unfortunately, this black man can't answer.

Xu is because this ax is too simply, and this black man who is cut down should be a head, so the seven or eight black people who have come out have not rushed to kill, but they are looking at their own boss. After the headless body stands there, begin to refund.

Soon, by one person took the lead, others ran backwards immediately, and they didn't escape.

Suddenly, suddenly came.

Fan Li put the ax on the ground, took the knee, said:

"Sleeping."

Who is he is not interested in the blackman who has been rushing out, is a robbery that is close to the dock? Or is it a person in Jinguo? Or or other countries in Jinzi Springs?

These, Fan Li is too lazy to know.

The bonfire is still burning, Fan Li is lying next to it, and the left hand is placed under the head, and the right hand puts his own chest position.

In a while,

The snoring has already sounded.

Chen Daole and He Chun come to face each other, between each other, and there is a taboo.

It's just that Chen Daol is still shot, cleaned the body and his head, afraid to scare his mother in the morning.

This evening, next is quiet.

The next morning, everyone got up.

The sword walked out of the tent, squatted next to it, holding a toothbrush with green salt in the mouth, although she kills Zheng Fan as a goal, but this does not hinder the small thing she likes to live in Zheng Fan Exquisite and small and clean living habits.

Featings are still cakes, monotonous is numb.

A group of people continued to go on,

Fan Li only took care of the car, and did not ask the matter last night.

Today, Chen Daol and He Chun come to two people.

The swords of sitting on the board and the old mother of Chen Daole played the rope. The skills of the old woman were better than the sword. When I was a little, I sent a "giggle" laugh.

Chen Daol and He Chun came to see the Fan Li from time to time, because they are very uncomfortable, not used to Fan Li's "absolute cold and sinking".

Change to others, today should be nervous, discuss what is going on last night, even, will be hitting, they will do it.

But Fan Li did not.

Because the strength is high enough, the poem is at the foot, and it will not be in the distance.

Chen Daole couldn't help but also looked at the swords.

Others are still playing the foundation, and I have to go to a footprint by one step after adult.

As a result, this girl in front of him because the foundation is too strong, and it has to be advanced.

The most terrible thing is,

Advanced,

She also left the tears of remorse.

Fan Li and Swords only told him that they would go to the snow customs, they are the people of Pingye, as for others, the sword is deliberately said, Fan Li is too lazy.

The breath of the winter is coming, tonight, everyone will be treated in this forest.

He Chun came out of his brown sugar in his bag, raised the bonfire rack, then got up, he went to the forest to find a fruit.

The practice of sugar gourd is not monotonous, and something can be used.

The sword is curious:

"Who are you going to see?"

He Chunlai laughed and replied: "If you don't necessarily have someone in the fruit."

He Chun came, it is a long time.

Fan Li did not continue to wait for him to come back, but start cooking vegetable soup, at the same time, put the cakes next to the bonfire, roast a roast.

The soup is good, the cake is also roasted, and the outer skin is a bit crisp.

The sword is reached out from Fan Li's hand, but there is not much appetite, said:

"I miss the hoe in the government."

The steamed buns in the Penford is a filling;

The radish filling, the bean sand, the snow, the cabbage filling, the squatter is also a meal.

Fan Li nodded and said: "When you go out next time, you will come back."

In winter, the steamed bread is long and it is not easy.

"Ok."

Although I don't like to eat, I still have to eat.

Because the swordsmann found that after the nine products were in that night, her amount of food became bigger.

This makes her very dislike.

The reason that doesn't like it is not that I will get fat. In this era, too thin woman often does not eat incense, the so-called ass to be born is based on this era. The low-level body is not big, and it is easy to produce.

The sword felt that he was very good formerly, and there were not many eaten. For example, when he followed his master Yuan Zhenxing, there were no one on the Beijing capital, and the first half of his own buns can be eaten. She is also very difficult to starve.

Now she panicked.

It can only be said that childhood is really easy to leave a shadow of the child. In the face of this problem that has become bigger, let the sword can't help but start thinking, wait for him to kill Zheng Fan, who can support himself?

at last,

He Chun came back,

He took a parcel with his left hand, with blood.

He opened the package, and his head was a frozen fruit, and all kinds of fruits were.

But his blood is not a beast, although there should be a wolf nearby.

About blood, Chen Daole has a heart to ask, but did not ask;

Fan Li and swords continue to eat, small book children don't dare, the old woman is not good, and after eating things, I will go back to the tent.

He Chun came to drink the rest of the vegetable soup,

Put down the bowl,

Laugh, laugh

Some freelap,

Some relieves,

Tao:

"Just kill some people, those people still have a soul."

"Oh."

The sword should have a tent back.

"Oh."

Fan Li should also have a lot, he has not eaten, and takes out a piece of cake to get rose.

There are not many cakes, but it is not far from Snow Customs.

He Chun came as if a punch was smashed in cotton, it was uncomfortable.

"I will be a sweet gourd, but I used to be a great husband."

"Ok."

Fan Li continued to roast the cake.

He Chun came to bite his lips and looked at Chen Daole. Chen Daole lowned.

Two people are still not used to this atmosphere, and they are frank or unlocked. The showpack is not like a showpack. It is not like confrontation. Come, but it is enough to let you sit up.

Fan Li took it out of the baked cake, separated by half, handed it to He Chun, just drinking soup.

He Chun came completely without temper, reached out of the cake,

then,

"Head, hot!"

The cake has just grilled, very hot.

Fan Li did not think about it, continue to eat big mouth.

His body, different from ordinary people, use Xue San's statement, Ali If you are hungry, you can swallow the glass as the wheatin.

He is coming, and if you don't say it.

In the evening, after Fan Li looked down and sleep, He Chun came to get up with the only pot, then poured on the fruit.

Wait the next day,

He was originally empty, and it was covered with a sugar gourd.

The team will start again.

At the afternoon,

A cavalry team appeared in front, this is the whistle rider of the snow customs.

After approximately a minute, I came again with a horse to pick up.

The sword left the board.

Fan Li recreated the seat cushion on his shoulders, holding a sword with a sword.

then,

Fan Li began to run,

Running the snow customs.

The remaining people will be escorted by the snow customs whistle.

When Tian just black, Fan Li ran into the snow customs Nanta gate, did not stop stop, and continued to go to the Pingbufu.

at the door,

The sword jumped from Fan Li's shoulders, she didn't return to the Earl, but went to the next door, her master there.

Fan Li scratched his head, returned to the government, but turned over a circle, but found no one in the house, finding a person, I won the winner, they went to the New City, haven't come back.

......

Outside the small courtyard next door,

The sword knocks on the door,

Open the door is Liu Tiger,

After seeing the sword, Liu Tai Tiji immediately red.

In this age, especially in the school, Zheng Dang, that is, the wolf scorpion that is in the desert very early, is a small tyrant in the school hall, and the sword is the dream of a small man.

Everyone feels that she grows upright.

"What about you?" Asked the sword.

"Hey!" Liu Taihu shouted.

The Judan came over and touched the head of Liu Tai Tiger and then got out of the door.

Liu Tai Tiger would want to follow the past, but he was attacked by the sword.

Judan walks in front,

The sword is followed.

Sword Saint said:

"The tiger is an honest child."

The sword said: "Master, you can't see it, don't pull it."

"It is not this for the teacher."

"Don't have it later."

Sword laughs in the sorrow.

"Master, I advanced."

"I see it."

The sword will tell the sword when he will return to the haircut.

Swords and sorrowful,

He originally thought that the sword couldn't stand it, secretly moved, did not expect ...

But according to reason, it is not that it is.

The physical condition of the sword, he is understandable, it should not be so right, otherwise he will not agree to let Fan Li go to Yanjing.

Originally, he thought, swordsman, his eyes should not only have a sword, there should be a vast mountain river, but now, he can't help but scare the cold sweat.

If you really have a problem, or if you haven't, he will really regret it.

"Why is this this? Are you eaten?"

"Ah, before we go back, the six emperor Trus us to bring some gifts to Zheng Boyai, some Ganoderma lucidum, Tianzhi, I am calling big sons on the road to cook soup."

The sword is clear, the problem is here.

"It's up to the head."

"Ok?"

The sword did not expect it to be because of this reason.

In fact, the primary tide is just a primer, essentially the reason is the big tianbao, which has too much ate, causing too much gas and blood in the body, thus stagnating.

The sword is disappointed:

"Master, I am a good loss."

"What?"

"Originally, I wanted to grow up later, kill Zheng Fan, one step, one step, the last step master, you have saved the second product in the city, take Zheng Fan's head.

Now, destroyed, my dream, no. "

"Who is not good, do you want to learn Zheng Fan?"

"Where is, the master."

"That's it."

"No." The sword is angry.

"Okay, no."

"But Master, I will have an impact on me in advance, will I have an impact on me."

The sword nodded,

immediately,

I shaken my head again.

"Master, what does it mean?"

"It has an impact, but it can also have no effect, your road, can't be impatient, you should have a more stable, the intention of the sword is fast, but the more steady, the faster you can."

"What should I do, master."

"Good office."

The esteem of the sword is placed in the eyebrows of the sword.

The footsteps of some hunchback walking are also a little done, and they are straight to the waist.

The fingertips move,

Immediately,

A sword gas was taken out from the sword, and it was dissipated in thence of being in the front.

The sword is only a soft body,

"" ,

at this time,

She has no swordsmanship in her body, as if the nine pieces of nine pieces of the days before, just a dream.

But very quickly,

The sword is like aware of what,

Looked up,

I looked at my master.

The swordsman re-camel, and the footsteps also began to continue.

Even because of the wind, the cough is two, still a disease of a disease.

"Master, Master, you ........."

Judan interrupted her words,

Tao:

"Your dream, come back."

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