The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

Ancient man said - the holy lord picked poetry in the wind, and he could do it in all directions.

(It is alleged that the Holy King picked up folk poems to grasp the national context and yet discern what is under heaven)

"Now even if this is unusual (originally), I am invited to be an unusual guest. Therefore, the light of the country is hereby proclaimed in the name of the double-sided inn. Watch it."

(I am now a bad god, but I am originally an exotic traveler/"guest" who was invited here. Why don't you tell us the beauty of the country (using poetic excellence), which is appropriate for a "guest"? in the name of Double Sided Cebu)

Kicking the fuzzy...

(Ambiguous footing, if you step over)

cliff carving … with giant rocks

(The mountains shall be high, and their tops shall be made of goats)

My limits reminded in the studio, and still only beat me to the best of my ability.

He kicks on the floor, jumps up, and dares fall heavy. Step on the earth.

And then he went to the shore where he was hiding.

(If you can leave this haunted realm without filling your disturbed mind and play walks to the curving shore)

Pengzawa Jianghao springing through the spring … Then Xu Xiangtai Lake was thoroughly cleared...

(At the source, the water springs up abundantly, pouring and flowing into the river. Eventually, the flow gently reaches the sober surface of Taiquan)

Sharp, loose. A wide variety of rotations.

I don't mind clashing. Wide, big, without making a cut in the beat.

Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-Ultra-U

(If we crossed clear water to a wide wilderness, hunting would have taken place)

Shooting monkeys dddddddddddddd\40590 Xu Liu chase flying yellow bear kill white Xu Zero...

(Captured are deer to monkeys, tigers to birds, bears)

High and light, fast and strong.

Leap, swirl. Make it easier. Make it easier.

Pursuit.

The trick is "curse," "dust." I had decided to make it happen with this.

The "between" culture that arises at the end of refinement.

It is the opposite pole of the "curse" that fills the gap, the "excuse".

Line up the "good things" of the land. Layer the mountains over the mountains, water over the water, and fill the scenery with flowers, fruits, birds and beasts. Line up the products of the agricultural mines and fold them in rhythm.

Summer festival in the countryside, grandmother's hospitality. Line up a treat of epilepsy at the table and push it in until your stomach is chopped off, but every now and then literature. That's the gift, the local song, the making. Proud of its most rustic country.

And play (masquerade).

It is also said that state events have spread to the private sector.

Eventually, theatre, dance, and courtesy infused and developed into sophisticated body expressions.

It was not long ago in Tai Chi that a group of human beings could not be said to have given birth to its prototype. The bottom of the refinement is tethered with bloody and muddy memories everywhere - which, however, should be behind the "dust" in Miyagi events.

So the husband's forbidden garden was met by Hong--

And he bathed in holy virtue unto my king's capital.

Yi Lao Li farming cow horse slow travel Duzi cosmetics vertical and horizontal holy lord arching the court has the main collar agency...

(The villagers are encouraged to farm. The people of the capital live in abundance, and politics is turning appropriately)

Odd roads - stealing liver in the power industry, filling the stage, dazzling your eyes, offending your ears with unscrupulous beats - no longer work. It is the Kingsguard dancer, the dancer who colors the rituals of the kingdom, who should be responsible for the deceptive orthodox.

Mix the crowd dance into the back row with no gaps.

The tightening is fixed.

Human beings, praise for what makes a nation.

But don't forget, the ghost appears in the chase.

The Lord of the Festival, the Exchanger, will come when he has forgotten.

You should be hiding in the shadows of the dust.

Cursed ghosts spin and celebrate songs, in the name of Double Sided Inn.

Come on, Your Highness, Slayman. You too.

If you want the country, take it.

A song filled with words without gaps.

If you want a king, get rid of every one of them.

The resentment of those who are cast out in the shade, echoing through the face of the gods.

- Did you see us?

A glimpse of misguided gaze, leaping from its blind spot.

The art of cleaving clothes even in the form of imitation bamboo light is the preference of military aristocrats.

Side by side according to it, it was unplugged. Look disrespectful and upside down - no, its sinking hips. I see, if there's anything serious to find from an after-action dressing room - they'll notice it as a fight sold everywhere.

I stretched the blade to see if it was wild or contraindicated, and I jeopardized it and drew it back.

Thank you for the easy (stubble) rate of bumping on the sides, to show the constant intentions of the growing shadow.

The whirlwind (tweezer) of the thin red (Ursukake) that breaks in is a godless god without a disguise, His Majesty the Guardian of the Emperor.

The groan near the side flushes with his half body. Returned blade, bamboo light peak. Stick it straight to the ground.

The long, red-haired legs that responded to the teacher, bouncing back and forth.

You're welcome to jump in.

Masquerade is a joint fantasy, because of the national history that keeps spinning.

I don't mind bumping into the real thing, it's inappropriate. The most important thing is to go hand in hand.

I can connect the cubes here and keep them!

I don't know what to say.

When the sense of poetry is extremes, people can't let their hands dance and rhythm with their feet.

Bad acting Azura, interfering with Azura, just watching Azura. If you're dumb, it's a loss to dance.

Ethan was shooting Albert and the stick together. Emile jumped high and Isen was slowly spinning.

It's dexterity that doesn't go along with God's rambling and puts it on a reduced beat (beat) in the middle.

Oh, if only we had a christian here. I didn't let you out!

But I made the show, and I fed the bubbles.

Come on, Your Highness, Slayman.

I told you to disperse as scripted.

Shaken down (Kotsu), bounced back.

Not enough. Then you can't retreat.

The evil god's opponent, the eldest son Wang, did not hesitate to take the upper stage, the Miyagi did not retreat from the curse of scolding, and the Sergeant Soldier's Palace broke off the score... after a blow, they all returned their anger and laughter.

I will not tolerate the festivities while the protagonists are exposed to weakness, such as ending the chase.

This is the rear palace, if you want, let me do it alone. If you're a man, step forward.

Slip up the leftover bamboo light in one hand. []/(exp, v5r) to float/to float/The hips in front of the eyes extend and the torso opens.

Sink your knees and stick them into the dovetail...... not munch, lift your heels and swirl (piluette).

A boiling drink, definitely for me.

Now, Your Highness, if you want to take this away, if you want to take it, you must!

Reddish cheeks, swollen arms, spirits rising on your back. A single temper, a triple strike of copper.

The sound rising accordingly was dull and crushed. I haven't eaten my core. I just let you up. I don't have enough strength in my arms. I'm not afraid.

Thoughts and delayed spirits broke the forged sword. The impact plunders the elbow.

I wanted to see that anger and laughter. Me, too, nobody, him.

Take it, this cheering is yours.

If you do, the loser will only disappear... and you will be spared the pursuit of anger.

The darkening of the stage sleeves, the night of the gods walks with all their strength.

There was a good, cold dawn at the end of the day.

Apparently, Your Highness Suleiman, I still "have" it. It's annoying!

"Dismissed! After free movement, except for those with squad duties, gather for the evening in preparation for tomorrow's morning greeting (New Year's Day event)"

The festival is over, to everyday life.

Cheer up, make a show, let me scratch it.

A sense of stubborn accomplishment and a sense of helplessness that leaves nothing to be desired.

Besides deciding on a hypnotic sleep...

"Squadron Leader, I have kept a message from His Excellency the Duke for all Double Sided Inns." They even performed a dance at home. As an example (...) Welcome '. "

That was a long time ago, going back from the Founding Hero King. A few starfrosts.

The double-sided inn, chased after the old capital, fled east and was "supposedly" met by the ancestors of the Mel family.

Communicate the culture of the west to them, the end of which is… although there are some theories.

I was told that the double-sided inn in the Mel realm would be welcomed, God of Blessings.

"Because of the simple private events," there are no major events in this sect. Though the truth would be consideration for the kingdom we treat as evil gods.

So it was a harassing creep around here, "Get rid of me in a double-faced inn with two faces."

"'Finish the festival until your soul is finished. If you're going to buy a fight, it's going to end well... No, it's going to end well." "Dancers, musicians, the crowd. Flashy, please!

I'm good. Magnum, Hume, just Arnold Valmel with a message. However, the dancer musician... was rumored to be "a crush on His Highness Suleiman" at the feast of the Merle family.

(Prepare to involve people and overthrow enemies without responding. That's a road cut. You're both ready to cover your people on your back and back to back, right?

Heavy bass of sloppy sounding oney words.

Exactly the word is a curse, what you throw at others returns to you as it is.

In fact, I'm in control of the Kingsguard. Now that we have also gained unity with dancer musicians through the chase, it is only now......

"Crawling into the back of the Mel Mansion is off, is that right, Squadron Leader?

He said he was going to drop his shoulder, but he really said he was going to fall.

Something that won't let me cling to the end once in a while?

Is that more or less what you say with a breath on your shoulder? Fifty slopes were also crossed by an old man.

Bright red cheeks, glaring...?

Oh, thanks for the help boat!

"I told you, General Cao (why), then it's eight wins. All of you will be confiscated for half a day, and I will follow you into the Duke of Merle's house. This is a military decree (...)!"