Nightwatcher

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In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stands in the eaves, throws a prismatic hidden instrument, and he is not aiming at it.

But the precise hit 20 steps outside the red heart.

This is not how high the technique of Xu Qi'an throwing the hidden, but .... He is lucky.

"My body is absolutely problem ..." Xu Qi'an low voice.

He is very lucky, one consecutive month, a total of two or two money, equivalent to half a month.

This money is an ordinary family, saving it for three months.

The most quirky is that every time I have a money, this is not lucky.

You don't have to ask Yuan Fang, and you know that this is a weird.

"System Dad? Out, don't hide and seek with me." Xu Qi done test.

The system does not take care of him.

In the past month, he did countless times, trying to wake up the system.

The facts tell him that there is no system in the system.

How to explain the weird luck?

I can't think of this Nonestine, I have no Millennium, which is a lot of money from a small purchase of lottery tickets, and can evolve the Emperor. But the Emperor's life is very short ... Xu Qi is laughing and laughing.

One thing can be sure, the original owner does not have amazing luck. If he wants, he will not disappear him, will give him a ancestor.

The whole family is not struggling, relying on him to pay for a day.

"This kind of unknown gift, inexplicably confused ..." Xu Qi An , sigh: "I can only take a step."

Today, I won, Xu Qi'an tooked a high wall, and went to the second uncle to eat breakfast.

The small courtyard he lived, in fact, it was originally a old tube to live, and a wall with the house.

Later, the old housekeeper died, the small courtyard was idle until Xu Qi'an was turned around, and moved here.

The original Lord is a catcher, all three meals on weekdays, the second uncle will make the wine and the vegetables over the wall to find the nephew.

Now Xu Qi'an does not need to pay for the original Lord, if you do breakfast, don't get it. If you go out, you will waste more money.

Is the collapse listening to the music, mainly to see a small sister who wearing a thin salon dress.

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Inner hall.

Wearing a dark red wide-sleeled dress, see Xu Qi'an coming in, rubbing his mouth, drinking porridge.

is not a thousand gold, father is a special show, barely count the fragrant door, , is also a reason to be reasonable, just inheriting the kindness of unlucky nephew, smashing his face, for this ' ' The nephew, she only opened her eyes.

Xiao Nouding stands in front of the bench, put her breakfast on the bench, three meat bags, two fritters, a small dish, a large white porridge.

"Big Brother ..." She is ambiguous.

"Why didn't you see the old." Xu Qi An asked.

The resignation is the word of the new year, the word is the name of the name.

"Off is written in the room." Xu Pingzhi said.

Xu Qi'an sat down, the green side of a bowl of porridge, six meat bags, a acetic acid radish, a bowl of tofu brain.

Wufu in the realm of refining, the appetite is much larger than the constant people.

In the case of the training of uncle, the amount of rice is not much different from ordinary people.

Can only be half full ... Xu Qi'an sights to be young, and Yue Yue: "The ring tone, a big brother, a meat package is good."

Everyone looked at him, and the young girl at home didn't care, she cared, who was eating from her bowl, she talked with anyone.

"Don't!" Xiaoyu didn't open his arms, and the little female chicken was careless, protecting food.

"You don't worry first, the big brother will not let you lose money." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bag, put it in her plate, pointed to four meat bags:

"These four meat bags, is there all of us?"

Xu Yingzhao got a pumpkin.

"Is it possible?"

Xu Yin smashed his head and thought about it, then nodded.

"You two buns, big brother two buns, then, the big brother will send you half a fritter. Do you make it?"

"Well." Xu Yin took the rhythm and felt that he made it big, and the eyebrow opened.

Xu Ling Yue: "....."

Xu Pingzhi looked at the nephew: (¬ ¬)

: "How can I give birth to such a stupid girlfriend, mad, old lady!"

Xiao Toyin feels very wronged, and he has earned half a fritter. Why did the mother have to marry her.

At this time, Xu Xin Ye came in, his mouth has a word, his eyes did not focus, sit down while eating, thinking.

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"What is the poem of the end of the year, the good end. People have long, short in inch, the style of the Matients,"

Xu Xin Ye is good at strategy, and poetry is weak.

"Resigning, when can you break through the opening, to the eighth product slim?" Xu Qi'an suddenly asked.

Xu Xin Ye is walking about Confucian practice. The Yunlu Academy is founded by the Confucian saints, and it is a thousand years of history.

It is a holy place that the world is reading.

The ultraordinate status of the clouder college is not only to send a ancestor.

Confucian ninth products: open.

Open can only grow memory, one eye ten, learning ability, but still war five slag.

"There is no shortprint for the time being, and the teacher said to be self-evident." Xu Xin Ye regretted his head.

"You can refer to the opening of it." Xu Qi'an said: "How is the opening?"

Xu Xinnian recalls: "The classic of the saints is like a flow, and it is the opening of it."

The back is like a stream .... Their use .... The former needs a lot of time to remember, the latter rely on certain understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded.

This is the same as the refining of the Wufu system, is a bloody blood of the moon for a long time.

"The words that are slim, is it to hammered the body?" Xu Qi An asked.

Xu Xindian was considered, and the road: "The Slim Confucianism, the heart is fear, and the words can make people convince, incentive. I tried the ability to rebuild the ability to rebuild from the cultivation."

"Is there any success?"

Xu Xindian pretended to have not heard, turned to the mother; "a elder in the college went to Qingzhou, so I went away from the road, the students of the book will serve him tomorrow, give poems."

Speaking of this, Xu Xindian is sad: "I haven't written it out to send poems."

Xu Ling Yue is finely trailing: "Second brother has no poetry."

I glanced at her, not Yue: "You bother's talents flourish, the way of poetry, I used to be all in my heart."

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Write a few words, I think you have a poetic feeling that you have out of your day."

"Kuku Library ..." Xu Qi'an laughed out.

Xu Xinnian's mouth, a rigid, the ancestors: "The elder is the big congress in the world, very good in the poetry. It is a poetry for him. In addition to the admiration of the elder, The idea of ​​people. "

"If you can make the seniors appreciate, there are a lot of benefits."

Yes, I finally thought about the financing.

Xu Xindian is highly proud, always putting the 'gentleman's intertwined, the water' 'gentleman, no party' hung in the mouth.

After this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY transactions.

Xu Qi lived as big brother, very gratified.

It is a big person to make a big person .... Expected: "This can be good."

Xu Xinnian helpless: "Mother, the article is in the same day. The poem is also true."

After finishing, he said: "If I can make a predecessor, I can save you, I can save you, and I don't ask for help."

When you suddenly show, she is more than anyone in the future.

The real Great Confucian has a spring, and the silver will be sent to give a gift. It must be voted to be good, let people think that you are worth making, see you.

Xu Pingzhi browed, "You have a grandfather, just like you, will only write articles, no poetry."

I can't afford it, and I look good, "What does you mean? Is it my father's fault?"

"New Year can be tested, all my Li Jia's credit, because he follows me. You look at the ring tone, just with you, there is no enlightenment."

Xu Xin Ye and Xu Ling Yue's appearance with mother, good value. Xu Yingyin This little bean Ding, the five senses pacedered with the parents, so the cute is awkward.

Xu Secretary is speechless.

Xu Qi'an did not serve: "Hey, you are wrong, take you this meaning, is it to say that I don't have a child?"

What is the gene does not understand, she is acknowledging: "You will not learn to go."

Those who want to take the initiative PY with Xu Erlang's stupid menstruation, the identity of the university should be small. The endo is my person, my people are still my people, I have to help him. Xu Qi'an thoughtfully flashed, thinking about the birth of the past life to send another poem.

Although I don't intend to mix Confucian, the reasonable use of resources to exchange the benefits, why not.

Soon, he had an idea in his heart and locked a poem.

Xu Qi'an hard bite a meat package: "Write poetry, today is good, I know, I don't have a talent."

What he has to consider now is that this poem will not be too excellent. You know, you can write into the poem in the textbook, all of them are handed down.

PS: This chapter is almost three thousand words, indicating that I am not short.