Rebirth of Japanese Wolf Legacy

Washali looked at the words left in the light, turned and entered the court.

Yes, that sentence must be written by the murderer.

According to those distorted words, the murderer's cultural level is absolutely not high to go, and it is even possible to learn English.

In the end, the kind of font is probably the murderer has not written words, and it is similar to the smart of children's children.

"I a free."

I am free.

The murderer is free.

Do you say where he was imprisoned?

Is it a prisoner from prison?

Hey, it is evil, there is no need at all.

Washali looked in a year of irritability, only swaying his head relaxing.

Going home, heard the greetings of autumn night, his irritated heart suddenly calm down.

He came to the room, Wei Weixi and the autumn moon were fierce battle.

The wizard Iwa is all god, and the onion's fingers are very flexible. There is room for the handles.

The desertichuan is shocked, and the heart says that she can play so proficiency in the afternoon.

With a curiosity, he quietly made a look at it, a good guy, a meal, a tiger, a look at the record 05.

Although I have been abused, the worsites Iwi watters and the more, finally reached a 0 to 30 achievements before dinner.

After dinner, she even asked to overnight in the room of the desertichuan, but the first time was refused by autumn snow.

Where can I hope that she is thinking, isn't it?

He simply borrowed the game machine to Wei Wei, anyway, this girl stayed here for a while, will not take long time.

Moreover, he needs quiet private space to practice swing again, this is the most critical action.

Before that murder is not caught, he will keep himself in the best state.

The only thing that can now make him feel wrapping, that is, the dragon cough phenomenon of autumn snow is not aggravated, and even more improved trends.

He took out the silver dancer from the drawer, took out the magazine, and there was no bullet in it.

"Tomorrow go to thousands of birds to take some ammunition"

At 11:00 in the evening, the Tokyo Du Linhai Hospital.

In the bed, the water spoiled vegetables was over the final chapter, clicked up, and then extended a lazy waist.

"Sleep." She said.

It is lonely in a single ward in a single ward throughout the day. Although it is her own request, but even people have no people, it is really uncomfortable.

When I went to work, she had a lot of people with her a good day. After all, it is a front desk.

However, there is also the benefits of living in a single room. The time of the codeword changes, no noise makes the idea are very smooth, today she has hit four chapters, it is exhausted.

But this is worth it, because there is an ID called the Lord of the Wilderness to promise that she will reward and month tickets for her four.

She is still very expected to reward and monthly tickets, but she is looking forward to the number of rewards and monthly tickets, but the sense of accomplishment in the hearts of the writer. The salary that is open to her every month, and her writing strength has not yet to support her own point, that is, write fun.

Just reward and vote, you will show that this book is still looking, she has the power written.

Although he does not hate the guy of white, she is very annoying that it will come to the book review area.

Close to laptop, she is lying on the bed, just after the eyes closed, I have heard the footsteps of sudden coming in the corridor.

She also didn't think much, although it is this time, but the nurse is going to duty after all.

The footsteps echoed in the corridor, lonely and quiet, people walking seem to walk.

11 o'clock in the middle of the night, who will walk in the hospital's corridor

Hypete vegetables have opened their eyes, and the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

The nurse has just checked the room, even if there is a sudden situation of a patient, the nurses' footsteps should never be so leisure.

Golden, the door handle was twisted, but the door did not open, it seems to be listening to the sound inside.

After ten seconds, the door of the ward was slowly pushed away, and the pale light was explored into the house, and the paint black figure was reflected in the bed.

Looking at the bed covered with the quilt, the figure is young, slowly coming to the bed, the dagger in the hand stab the neck of the people on the bed. But in the moment of the blade, the figure felt that it was not right, and he felt the quilt, but found another quilt that was lying on the bed.

In the dark, silver light flashes, and the garre is extremely rough, and the nails have become more sharp.

She kills from the corner, directly hit the back of the shadow, and facing this person who came to take her own life, she has never killed directly.

Although I really want to ask the assassin to kill their own reasons, I don't know the strength of the other party. For my own life safety, I still killed the safest.

It can be slidable, let the attack of the hit vegetables fall.

She waved a hollow, and the sharp nails were easily cut off the top of the bed.

Can be evil, or if it is the limb of this, I have to think about her.

Because there is no sense to be well grinded, she is slower.

The portrait is silently staring at the honey gauze: "Confirm, you are the privilege, yes"

"Who are you?

"You are the privilege, it's right," I have repeated it.

"I have to knock on the door before entering others. Is this aunt not teach you?"

The shadow is silent: "It doesn't have it."

Hydrophorn sack: "That seems to be a orphan"

"It is best to let me kill." The dagger in his hand, "this is a stainless steel knife, how, is amazing."

Listening to the pride in the words, the honey gauze feels that this person is sick.

What is the proud of a stainless steel knife