Winning the Male Lead

These three days, the snow has been in a very mysterious situation. He seems to have made a bystander who recalls himself. Looking at the little self-cultivation in the ice and snow, his Master is also his father. Hey, his eyes are more indifferent than ice and snow.

'Can't be the world's first, there is no need to live. '

'No desire is ruthless, no me, your name is changed to the snow without me. '

'I will look at you under the ground', his master is still holding his sleeve before dying, 'If you can't be the first swordsman in the world, I will not be eye-catching! '

He is a sword without self.

In addition to endless challenges and killing, he didn't have anything, and he must fight for the world.

He is really tired, but he doesn't want to die.

It is about not to meet the person in Huangquan.

"Live the mission of death?" Mo Xiao stunned the snow who came to the snow without me.

I saw the golden needle that talked from outside the door, and the golden needle was frightened, and he was drunk and drunk.

Snow didn't look at Mo Xiao quietly, "I can pay."

Mo Xiao asked in the book, and the eyebrows: "This is the secret of death is too poison, forgiveness."

The mortality of the people can make the pulse breathing, such as life pauses, but this secret is terrible in that you look like a dead person, your five senses are still kept, and they are awake in endless loneliness, this What is the mortality secret to the death?

Snow is no way to repeat: "I can pay."

Mo Xiao asked: "No."

Snow has no painted drawing from the sleeves.

The picture is unfolding, and it is Mo Xiao asked his wife, Monscipus, that is like a sound, Mo Xiao asked.

The mortality is complex, and Mo Xiao is asking for the snow without me, be sure to be a living dead? Snow is no one, no regrets.

That day, Mo Xiao asked to be prepared to do well, and the snow didn't hold the sword. Suddenly there was anything from the sky. He looked at him, and a child of a powder carved in him. The mouth is still sleeping.

That child is Meng Le Tian.

Mo Xiao asked out of the bamboo house, seeing the snow without me holding Meng Le Tian, ​​he was shocked, Meng Le Tianzheng is a naughty age, and the wall is flying into the wall. Recently, the father does not let him close the bamboo house during the tree, he hides it on the tree Snoving what his father is doing, and he did not want to have a shade of sunny day, he didn't know how to sleep.

This connection, Mo Xiao asked.

There is another flaw in the mortality, Mo Xiao asked his blood, so that the snow didn't really became an ignorant "live dead", only the shortcomings were his blood, which wakes up the snow. Without me.

So Mo Xiao asked that there was no place where I was so late, I buried away from Zhong Yushan.

In the middle of the midst, Meng Le Tian's blood yin wakes up the snow without me, and the improved live dead secret law has made the snow without me. After a white paper.

He is no longer a sword. In the days to lose memory, it has become a person in the days, likes the child he once caught in fifteen years ago.

There was no look at Meng Le Tian, ​​and many years ago, the memories of his time were violently collided. His sense of his gods had a little concern, and Lotte has never seen the expression of snow without me. He was more than the past memories, and the sea sang Tin is desolate.

The cold moon arm is hurt, it is madness, "Snow None Me! Don't hold your man! Kill them!"

There is no me to lift my body, and my eyes swept to him. The figure on the cold month is immediately stale. The original snow is not as a terrible. When he looks at him, the blood of the whole body must be frozen, the endless killer order People's heart will be shaken.

"Don't kill him," Lotte seizes the snow without my collar, "Leave him live in the trial."

Snow is not my eyes on the face of Meng Le Tian, ​​showing a little frankly, micro raising hands, inserting the sword of the ground back to his hand, although he holds Meng Le Tian, ​​the horror The pressure-filled sword is not there therefore a reduction of one point, the sword is flashing, and the few people who have been Yaowu Yangwei have never had palms, but no one dares to hurt.

"roll."

Everyone immediately endured his head and did not ran back.

The cold month is happy, the small voice is embarrassed: "Tian Luo Si, quickly clean up, dirty."

Iron moon frost has helped iron, and went to the left and sights of the small wind on the wall. He hit him more than a dozen ear scislights, and he hit: "Call you to hurt my teacher vomiting blood!"

There is no ignorance of the snow, holding Meng Le Tianjin, a room that is intact next door, and puts people in the gods and puts the pulse, see if there is no internal injuries, and the head is open, and the snow is white. The chest is slightly red, carsible to see a model-cast footprint.

The snow didn't let me put my hand, and I went out again.

After a moment, Lotte heard the scream of a small wind that came from the outside and the excitement of Iron Moon frost.

Lotte: ... Frost, don't do this.

Snow is not my entry, gently turn off the door, still is white light sword and dust, and suddenly the meteor will go to Mengle Tasket, whispered: "Hache?"

Lotte is free: "This is less hurt."

There is no face of the snow, and the eyes are so beautiful that the clouds are solely moist and heavy. He leaned over the lips of the dawn, he got up, and the nose was slightly frustrated, and the eyes of Meng Le Tianmun laughed. Laughing, the feelings are melancholy, "You saved me."

"Do you think about it?" Lotte looked up his face.

Snow is right: "Well."

Lotte blinks, "Is the past memories?"

Snow is right: "Not very good."

Lotte: "I forgot."

Snow is not my low voice: "This is very difficult."

Lotte holds his face, leaving his own lips and whispered: "I will accompany you."

Snow is not me, I am awkward, "" Do you pity me? "

"How? Don't you make me poor?" Lotte caress his handsome face, "You have so handsome, Kung Fu is good, this is a full-quality person, it is still a place that is unhappy, I am not happy, Kung Fu A sparse person, naturally, this opportunity should be pitiful. "

More than 20 years of cold and ice killing recalls all the people's smile, the snow is no longer want to do itself, he lowered, forehead against Meng Le Tian's forehead, whispered: "I killed many people."

Lips, "Oh, I stole a lot."

Snow is not my way: "Some people are not wicked."

: "People are in the rivers and lakes, life and death, no matter whether the strong is God, they are not as good as people, and they are not complained in your hand. Why do you have to blame it?"

Snow is no longer looked up, and it is not open in the eyes. "Because I don't like to kill."

"That will not kill," Lotte's finger softly stroked the snowlessness, the face is soft and the snow is not my fascinating, "putting down the butcher knife to become a Buddha, the Buddha said this, why not From the beginning? "

Snow is not I slowly blink, "Why do you always advise me?"

Lotte first is one, then the lips are slightly hooked, whispered: "Who told me is your Meng Mang."

Snow is no longer leaned over.

The taste of this kiss is constantly pulling him at his three-day soul, calling him back to this world, he once thought that Huangquan people had no destination, which knows that it was fifteen years ago, under the shade tree, It has been destined to have the soul.

The music of the music is hurt, which affects the wound in the entanglement. It is light, and the snow is not immediately looked up. He sees him frowned to the heart, and the snow is not a cold road: "Ask the time, kill."

"Don't you say no killing?" Motiva put his hand in his ear, eyebrows.

Snow is no face, "I will die."

The snow that recovers memory is no different. If you don't care about him, you will be very like it. "Snow brother, come?" The Snow brother came? "The hand has quietly touching the snow without my belt.

Snow is not my low voice: "You are hurt."

: "It is not enough, as long as it is, it is, and the children of the rivers and lakes are unfained."

Snow has not heard the final eight words, I remembered some pictures, and the face was slightly smile, and the hand on Meng Le Tian slipped into the trousers.

The two are relatives, the clothes are gradually falling, and the exterior has experienced a battle. It is in the house.

The four old people who have been packed out of the top of the four old people quickly shook their heads, really can't be relied, there is no pair of swordsmen, and they have not been incomplete.

Because I was afraid of hurting Meng Le Tian, ​​the snow didn't sit, Meng Le Tian grabbed his shoulders slowly swayed, between or looked up, the blurred eyes were swept, and the snow did not show him a lingering kiss.

This is the second time they are intimate, and I will seem to have released a lot of Meng Le Tian, ​​who is in the snow, and I'm going to die, and I have a lot of my own, and the waves are all in my eyes. The hook, a layer of fleshorn flesh, tightly in Meng Le Tian, ​​let him not fall because of softness.

Lotte is really uncomfortable. With yourself, you can't get a business, you can't get a neck, whispered: "Snow brother, you come ..."

Snow, I heard him, I heard him called 'Xue Ge', I only got my head and I kissed him down, I was very matte: "You squat, I am afraid to hurt you."

The music is slow and slowly, squatting on the soft mad, looking back in the eyes, I watched the snow without me, gently summoned: "Snow brother ..."

This sound, the snow is nothing, I will follow him.

The two were straight to the middle of the night, and that the skin's foreign injury, he did not put it at all, straight with the snow, no, I am so happy, still holding the snow without my intense arm, "Snow brother, you Will you die again? "

There is no me to look at him without me, and my eyes look looked at him. "No."

"Do you have a bite?" Lotte suddenly thought of it, it has been made up of the red-raque neck.

Snow is nothing, gains his neck, "it is not necessary."

He didn't know what Mo Xiao was asked for his feet. In short, he is now not so desired to Meng Le Tian's blood. He is now eager to change it next to it.

There is no face on the snow, and the Meng Le Tian slightly swollen lips is slight, reached with his fingers, and the eyes are fixed at Meng Le Tianshi.

Loud Lock: "Is I very handsome?"

Snow is not my hook: "Yes."

In fact, everyone in the world is blurred in his heart, it doesn't matter what appearance, beauty and ugliness he has no distinction, just he is disgusted to be this face.

There is no smile on my face.

Lotte smashes his face, "Snow brother, do you know where you have the best?"

Snow is not my way: "I don't know."

Lotte smiled: "Eyes."

Snow is not I just laugh quietly.

Lotte continues: "Your eyes are born well, so I am in the same time."

Snow, I suddenly remembered the shade of fifteen years ago. At that time, I won't think that the child fell to his arms, now in this way, the snow is not my exhibition arm. People are hugging in arms, "Yes."