The 99th Divorce

"Nonsense, it will surely live for a hundred years, and it is still more than 20 years!"

Qin Shuhua's heart was a bit sour, and the last stroke fell and placed the brush on the brush holder.

Stretching the mountains to cover the world.

The old man at a young age is absolutely appropriate to use this sentence.

However, so many years have passed.

The name Li Xun has become a myth.

Now, this myth is slowly aging, facing the withering.

Grandpa Li smiled, "Life and death are fatal, you don't count."

During the speech, he clapped his hands and said, "Take the children over. Dasu went to the Imperial Capital. Ersu would probably not be used to it. Bring it over for fun."

"it is good."

In response, the old man walked slowly, leaning on crutches, and walked back slowly.

Qin Shuhua looked at the old man's back. For a long time, he looked down at the piece of rice paper in front of him.

Pulling up the mountains, emboldened.

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The sound of handcuffs colliding with each other slowly came in.

Two female prison guards wearing black clothes walked towards the cell with a short-haired woman on their left and right.

The woman is about 1.5 meters tall, burly and looks black.

He looks sturdy and his hands are handcuffed.

It was just that although there were two prison guards looking at it, it still looked very untruthfully.

It was like chewing something in my mouth, looking around, as if looking for something.

Many prisoners came and went to see her, but they were silent.

No one was as frivolous as Ye Youyou came in.

Ye Youyou saw the woman standing in the crowd and smiled secretly.

Even the fierce criminals in the cell are bullying and fearful.

However, before she was finished, she seemed to feel a sharp gaze at her.

Ye Youyou paused and looked at the woman with short hair.

For a time, the four eyes met.

In the eyes of the short-haired woman, there was an undetectable bright awn.

Invisible, a chill came suddenly and invaded.

Ye Youyou's heart sighed, and at the same time, she hid behind the crowd.

"Come in, be honest!" The prison guard pushed the short-haired woman in a bad tone.

The short-haired woman was pushed so violently that her body was staggering.

He arrived in the cell at once, but he quickly stood firm.

Then, there was the sound of the iron door being closed hard.

Standing straight, the short-haired woman sorted out her clothes and laughed a little.

Licking the inner wall of the mouth, the tongue bulging against the cheek.

I glanced among the crowd and didn't see the fear and embarrassment of being a prisoner.

"Hey, old Zhou, come in again."

Ye Youyou looked at the familiar voice.

The speaker is Wang Zhuang, who has a certain position in the prison, and many people are afraid of her.

Not only because of her burly figure, but also because of her hot personality.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that her skill is very good.

As soon as it appears, it must be called before and after.

Ye Youyou came in the next day and was not familiar with the people in the prison.

However, for the people inside, she was afraid to be close.

That old Zhou was yelled by Wang Zhuang and turned to look.

Lao Zhou laughed and said: "Why haven't you just gone out, I have been out for two months."

"Unlucky, postponed." Wang Zhuang laughed, "What are you doing again?"

"Hey, don't talk about it, did you just stab a bastard, something that could have been done with some money, you have to get me in, hey ..."

During Lao Zhou's speech, his eyes searched among the crowd.

Ye Youyou subconsciously hides back.