Winning the Male Lead

Snow is nothing, I don't want to wear a woman's clothes. If you are strong enough, then he will not be careful.

What kind of person he really can't let go of his heart? What is in his memories? Is happiness or pain? Why do he lying in the coffin? He is dead and still other possibilities.

This may only be found on the father of Meng Le Tian.

In the middle of the world, there is a fate that guides him to come here.

There is no mee mindful day, but he has been thirsty for a long time, but the sadness of Meng Le Tian has always been patient. Meng Le Tian's leg is already good, more than a very common man, ghost doctors and Lin His maintenance is not enough.

Lotte saw a little shining from the snow without my calm eyes.

This shining is especially attractive on the snow without my face. Even if Meng Le Tian is only just to the beautiful girl.

Snow is no light: "I want ..."

Lotte has spontaneously got ahead, kicking his collar, showing a white neck of Bai Life.

Snow is not, I originally want to bite the fingertips of the music day, as long as the sweetness is good, but the snow white neck is well-used, white is nearly transparent, hidden in the skin's blue-violet blood vessels, There is no I close.

Snow is nothing I am a person who can restrain yourself. He thinks this.

Tooth tip scratch the skin, sweet blood tastes from the neck spilled, the snow is not taking the taste of the label in the snow, and it is very difficult to resist it.

Lotte shite.

Snow is not I heard, he should stop, but he can't stop, even the lips have used a bigger strength to suck, hands don't consciously hold the waist of Mengle day, his body is hot Get up, from the unable to have this kind of freshness from the coffin, as if he is really alive.

Lucky can't stand, caught the snow without my long hair: "Snow is not me! Stop!"

I heard this sound, the snow did not stop, he trembled his lips to leave Meng Le Tian's neck. When the lottery immediately took the wound on his neck, it shouted: "It hurts me!"

The eyes of snow falls on Meng Le Tian's face, Meng Le Tian's Wulf is still scattered, and the beautiful little face is wrinkled, and the bright lips is generally eye-catching, still screaming.

Snow, no, I let go, whispered: "I don't know why, some are hard to control yourself."

The music is desperately crowded with the wound, and it is barely squatted with a few eyes. "If you treat friends like this, then you will be less friends soon."

Snow is nothing, but also afraid, because he has only a friend of Meng Le Tian.

He express the feelings of embarrassed, put the sword on the side in Meng Le Tiande, to Meng Leidianda: "You still have a sword."

Lotte stayed, "You bite me, but I want you to be a sword? If you go to buy and sell, you will definitely lose Zhang."

Snow is not my way: "I bite this bite, if you don't get your hand, you may be killed, you stab me this sword, I will never die, but I still owe you."

The sword in the hand is very light, the snowlessness of the snow is heavy.

He is the top master, perhaps no one can win in the sword law, but he is as good as 'friend'.

Even if Meng Le Tiand, the game is willing to have some jokes, he will pay the sword in his hands without me, "It is not only a friend, it is not necessary."

Snow is no photo, revealing a smile, "Okay."

The two have been combed, sitting in the green bamboo on the green bamboo, and the pictures of the movie from Zhugeqing.

The figure of the ancient mirror is not too true, faint, faintly modified, and the music looks a ghost face against the mirror, and the people in the mirror have become more funny.

Lotte: "I look at the right left. The special place of this mirror is just the special handsome people who take themselves."

He turned the mirror to the snow without me. He immediately took his handsome face in the dark mirror. The snow did not see his face was also slightly. In addition to the eyes of Menglei, he still did not read this Ourselves.

Like the name of the snow, there is a very stranger, this is him?

The snow didn't have me holding the mirror.

Lotte: "System, this ancient mirror is an important prop site to unlock? Treasure is still a cheat?"

System: "Water is too deep, the wind is too big, there is no strength to talk less!"

Lotte: "..." Do you tell the truth, do you have anything bad? "

System: "The flower world is fascinating, there is no such thing as a face!"

Lotte: "... Don't force me to kill the hand."

System: "Oh, you are born with proud bones, don't you tell me!"

Lotte: "... this is your forced me."

Lotte starts for two minutes of mind, and the system is not moving at all. "You call, you are called your broken throat, you will not have people."

Lotte: "..." The system has evolved, really evolving.

The system has found a spiritual pin that really belongs to the earth, and it is fearless, "as long as the guy is in the spirit!"

Lotte: ... My mom is accidental ...

In the snow without my perspective, Meng Le Tianzheng is in line with him, he put down the ancient mirror, said: "I don't know what this mirror is in the mirror."

Lotte: "Don't tighten, there will be someone to find the door to tell us the secret of the ancient mirror."

Snow is not my way: "Yes, as long as they still want this ancient mirror."

Music sighed, survived: "I didn't think about it when I steal this ancient mirror."

Snow is not my smile, "and you like trouble very much."

The music is annoyed. He is originally installed, and the face is good: "Yes, I love to find trouble yourself, or if you live more, you will live more."

What is the trouble of ours? It is a virtual past, it is a silent, and the past memories will not be too beautiful. This is the intuition of snow.

But just like Meng Le Tian, ​​people don't have a bit of trouble, then how much is it?

I think so, the snow is not happy, and there is at least a very good friend.

Forest left to Meng Le Tian, ​​gave Meng Le Tian, ​​live in the mountains, all everything is taken in the mountains, the fun is two hands, the snow is not my way: "Snow brother, I will see your hands. It is a good material for washing hands to make a soup. "

There is no one in the snow, and the finger is more than the average person.

Lotte, "It's good, I am waiting."

On the way, the music is all in the mouth, and there is no one in the mouth. The snow is not giving him. The snow without me is much higher than him. He is much higher than him. He is a wild grass that is similar. It is clear which is the spices used by the rabbit. Which is a spices for grilled fish.

If you live in the ghost, Lotte never knows the spices of the rabbit and grilled fish.

The bamboo house is behind the kitchenette, and the kitchenette is piled with rice, and there are bacon, and there are even altars with a fragrant fruit wine.

Lin is a woman who will live a day.

Lotte sighs: "If my sister is slightly gentle, I promised to be friends with her."

Snow is no mematics, he scooped a scoop water to scrub the rice, and there is a little surprised on the face. "Do you have a friend with Lin girl?"

Lotte squatted in the side of the bacon and chewed in the mouth, and he was angry: "Hey, sighing my blue misfortune, leading her to me to die, a lot of age, I will hold me, sin."

In the eyes of the snow, Meng Le Tian is half-wet, the face is exquisite, and the neck is also a little red scar, live like a little new woman who just wedding just went down bed.

Snow, I don't think he is very funny, so he also laughed.

Because he is a loved person, the music is not blamed, and the heart is pity: saying what the invincible swordsman in the world is a small fool.

The snowless crafts have encountered a huge setback in this kitchenette, because he didn't know how to eat that pile of ingredients, and looked at Meng Le Tian.

Meng Le Tian also returned to him, "Snow brother?"

Snow is not me: "Meng Xiong."

Lotte: "You will not ..."

Snow has no hand, it is very unbelievable: "I seem to be as if I still don't have a meal."

Lotte is surprised to pull the throat, "You won't cook ?!"

Snow is nothing I originally feels that I don't have a meal, I am very strange. I heard Meng Le Tian shouted so, and suddenly I felt that I would not cook. It is like a big sin.

"I ... can try it." Snow didn't lightly.

Snow is not my hands, whether the roast rabbit grilled fish is a must, so Lotte will never believe that the black lacquered wild vegetables fried bacon is snow without my hand, he is a tongue: "You are not snow, you are Who?"

Snow didn't have a smile: "I also hope that I am not snow."

When he heard this name, he felt unfamiliar and annoying.

The musicians are stupid. The ambourvous taste of the house can't stand. The two people in the white smoke seem to have come to the fairyland, but it can't help but cough the fairyland, and the music is the cough.

There is no cough in the snow, and he looks at a group of blacks in the pot. I don't know what I am thinking.

If you are running out, there is no one, I will stay in the sky, I am busy pulling it out. "If you live dead, you are not afraid to die in the head?"

Snow is nothing I am not afraid of being killed, but my face is afraid of smoking, a handsome face is smoked half.

Looking at the laugh and smiling, I said: "Wash it on the stream, the face is black," then shook his head, the old man is angry: "There is no woman in the family still."

Snow is not my smile, and I am very temper to go to the stream.

This Wangxi is very shallow, and it is very clear, the stream is very quiet, and the snow doesn't want to see his face in the stream, and it is more clear in the ancient mirror.

The more clear, the more I have no, the more I am, this is him? Why ... he doesn't have a good feeling about his face, but only feels strange ...

There is no eye slowly closing his eyes, trying to make this face as the key to the memories, trying to think of such a half of the thing.

Can not remember.

In addition to the blood of the blood in memory, there is nothing.

There is no eye, and I have a face of the face on the stream. He is unbearable. He smiled slightly. He found that the smile in the stream is not kind, murderous, he didn't kill, but Great murder.

At this time, there was another face on the stencil, and the people of the gas and the people of the gas felt happy face, smile, "Snow brother, what are you doing, is fascinated by his handsome face? ? "

Snow didn't lift my face, looking to Meng Le Tian, ​​who was bent over him, "Is my face very handsome?"

No matter how many times, Lotte feels that there is no such face, there is very prominent, very impact, nod: "Handsome, if you go out, the woman on the rivers and lake will choose you for the first handsome man."

There is no face in the snow, and you will take a son of the water to wash your face. After the face is on the dark, he low voice: "So I should go out."

Lotte stunned, "Go out?"

Snow is not my way: "I sent you back home, you also entertain me, I am very grateful, now I should go."

Lotte: "Is it so fast?"

There was no one to nod to stand up. His past is like a fog, with a foggy life, I really feel unhappy.

Lotte also stood up, "Then I will stay with you."

There is no me: "You stay, you have a very good home, there is a very good teacher, this is very good, don't have to stay with me, if I find it back, I will come to find you. friend's."

Lotte smiled: "You don't say it, I really like trouble."

Snow is not my slim.

Le Tian sighs: "I am a bone of born."

Snow is not me: "Don't say this."

Lotte: "The bones are a good word, the more the bones are more, the more it is not easy to break."

Snow is not smiling, and Lotte also laughed.

Snow, no, my mouth, I still can't help but laugh. Meng Le Tian is really a happy person. He doesn't understand, such interesting Meng Le Tian, ​​even if he steals a two things, what is there? Is it good to be with him?