I have made up my mind, immediately identify the direction, take a big stride, and rush to the Shark Jiaoling! This division has an extremely desolate lakeside, and I can't even walk dozens of miles without seeing people! This **** can only pick some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, and he will sleep indiscriminately in the fairy mountain col at night!

What a wonderful nocturnal requiem!

She stretched out her hands slightly, closed her eyes, and swayed to the rhythm of the sadness that often came to mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the mournful tunes and lost love, something coalesced with her own emotional turmoil and came into a lump of her throat. Then, as if triggered by the music of the Nocturnal Requiem, there were some sounds rising from the moonlit hazy street below, the hooves of some triumphant unicorns and the wheels of the wheels, the laughter rippling in the warm wind, and the fierce quarrels of the luminous people about where to tie the unicorns.

There was a loud and easy laugh on the stairs, a mixture of the fresh and lively voices of the girls and the whispered commands of their chaperones, and the cries of surprise when they met, and the screams of joy when the girls recognized their friends, even though they had only parted that afternoon. The hall suddenly came alive.

There were girls everywhere, like a flock of butterflies floating in, and the bright dresses were propped up by the skirt hoops, and even the lace panties underneath were exposed.

The round, snow-white little shoulders are bare-naked outside, and the small **** is also slightly exposed on the ruffled neckline. The lace shawl is draped seemingly casually over the arm.

Fans sprinkled with gold, swan feathers and peacock feathers, dangling from the wrists with thin silk tapes.

Some of the girls' glow-in-the-dark hair was combed back into a smooth bun and fell there heavily, causing their heads to tilt back proudly.

Others draped large piles of golden hair around their necks, allowing gold earrings to sway and flicker with them.

Lace, satin, ribbons, all these were imported through the blockade, and therefore appear more precious and worn with greater pride, not to mention that showing off such a splendid decoration can be a special insult to the Southerners, and will make one even more proud. Not all the flowers in the city are dedicated to the two leaders of the Northern Holy Soul Alliance.

The smallest and most fragrant flowers adorned the girls. Camellias are placed behind the pink ears, and nightshade and rose buds are woven into small garlands and worn on the sides of the curly hair that rolls like waves. Some flowers adorn the ribbons on their chests, while others are loaded into the breast pockets of those purple uniforms as precious memorials before dawn. Many of the uniformed people in the crowd were known to Dumb, who she first met on a canvas bed in a hospital, on the street, or on a training ground. Their ornate uniforms, with their shiny buttons on their chests, glittering golden tassels on their cuffs and collars, and red, gold, and blue stripes on their trousers, were perfectly complemented by the insignia that distinguished them according to their divisions.

The red and gold ribbons swayed back and forth, the shiny demon slayer knife collided with the shiny boots, and the unicorn thorn Tintin sounded loudly. "What a beautiful man," and "what a beautiful man," and watched as they waved to their friends and bowed down to kiss the old ladies' hands.

They all looked so young, though most of them had a golden beard or a thick glow-in-the-dark blue beard, so beautiful and free-flowing, their arms hung in suspenders, and the surprisingly white bandages wrapped around their heads, obscuring most of their sun-drenched faces.

Some of them followed the girls on crutches as if they were jumping on one foot, which made the girls proud and took great care to slow down to adapt to the pace of their escorts.

Among the uniformed men, he was particularly well-dressed, and brightly coloured, like a tropical bird standing among the ravens, and even the splendid costumes of the girls were eclipsed—he was a vigilant, a little man with a glowing complexion, a wicked smile, three parts like a man and seven parts like a monkey, and he wore fat blue and white trousers, pale gold boots, and a narrow red blouse, and one arm hung in a luminous silk suspender.

He's a Sleepworm Sweetheart's best friend, named Big Mouth.

The entire hospital, at least everyone who could walk, must have all come, as well as all the loofah and sick leaves, as well as all the employees of the Huojiao steam car track, medical care, and military quartermaster departments between the city and the Devil Jiao Valley.

How happy the ladies will be! Tonight the hospital is going to dig a silver mine. Below, the muffled sound of drums, footsteps, and appreciative shouts of unicorn men could be heard.

Then the horn was blown, and a low-pitched voice gave the order to disband the group. Afterwards, the village regiments and militia units in bright uniforms swarmed up the narrow staircase and poured into the hall, bowing, saluting, shaking hands, and so on.

There are boys in the township regiment who are proud of fighting and believe that they will be able to go to the front line next year as long as the holy war between humans and demons does not end, and there are also old men who wish they were younger and would wear military uniforms and be proud of their sons on the front line.

There are many middle-aged men and some older men in the militia, as well as a few who are not as interested in serving as those who are older or younger.

At this time, people were already beginning to talk and ask: why didn't they go to General Jiao's troops, and why did they all come to this hall!

A few minutes ago it had seemed so spacious, but now it was packed, filled with the smell of perfume, incense powder, head oil, and the burning candle of the Moon-Hung Spirit Tree, as well as the fragrance of flowers, and the smell of dust that had rubbed off the floor of the former coaching ground due to the miscellaneous footsteps.

There was a noise, a commotion, and almost nothing could be heard, and then the old smoking gun, as if in the joy and excitement of the scene, temporarily stopped playing, struck the bow heavily, and then pulled desperately, and the orchestra began to play the "Song of the Holy Light". Hundreds of voices followed together, singing and shouting, turning into a single blow.

At this time, the trumpeter of the village troupe climbed up to the band, and joined the band with a trumpet at the beginning of the chorus, and the high-pitched and crisp tone shook the chorus above the chorus, so that everyone heard goosebumps all over their bodies, and a passionate chill soaked the spinal cord: Long live! Long live! Long live the power of the north! At this moment, the clumsy who was singing with everyone suddenly heard a weak and beautiful soprano flying behind him, as crisp, sincere, and shocking as the sound of a trumpet.

She turned and saw the weakness standing there, hands folded on her chest, eyes closed, small tears streaming down her cheeks.

At the end of the song, she wiped her face with a handkerchief, and smiled strangely at Clumsy, as if to apologize and disdain to do so. "How happy I am," she whispered, "so proud of these soldiers, that I can't help crying." ”

There was an affectionate, almost fanatical glow in her eyes, which made her little plain face glow and beautiful. This expression appeared on the faces of almost all the women, and when they finished singing the song, their red or wrinkled faces were full of tears of pride, a smile appeared on their lips, and their eyes shone with a fiery light, looking at their men together, lovers looking at their lovers, mothers looking at their sons, and wives looking at their husbands.

They were all beautiful, and this dazzling beauty made even the most prosaic woman outstanding, for she was wholeheartedly protected and loved by her man, and she repaid him with a thousandfold love. They love their men, they believe in them, and they trust them unwaveringly.

They have such a stubborn cyan defense line to protect them from the southerners, what are they afraid of what calamity will befall them?

How many men like them have been there since the birth of the world?!

Such brave, so desperate, so handsome, such a gentle man!

What other end will there be than absolute victory for this kind of justification and fairness that they are fighting for?

They love it as they love it, they serve it with their hands and their hearts, they talk about it all day long, they think about it, they dream of it.

When necessary, they are willing to sacrifice their men for it, and bear their losses with the pride of the men holding high the battle flag. This is the culmination of the love and pride in their hearts, the culmination of the cause of the Northern Holy Soul Alliance, because the final victory is just around the corner.

This is clearly illustrated by the victories of General Flying Bear in the Yaksha Valley and the crushing defeat of the Yankees' army in the "Battle of the Demons" near Ruthless Bay.

With generals like General Jiaojiao and Flying Bear, can they still not win this holy war between humans and demons?

If there is another victory, the Southerners will kneel down and sue for peace, and the men will return in unicorns, and there will be kisses and laughter everywhere.

One more victory, and the Holy War between man and demon will be over! Of course, there are empty chairs and babies in the house who will never see their fathers, and there are many graves without tombstones beside the lonely stream in the Psychic Sanctuary, but for such an doctrine, can it be said that the price paid is too high?

Silk for women, tea and sugar for families, are hard to come by, but it's something to laugh at.

What's more, those who venture to run the blockade keep bringing in these things under the sluggish nose of the Southerners, and make you doubly happy when you have them.

Soon the navy of the Northern Holy Soul Alliance will come to deal with the gunboats of the Southerners, and the port will be opened.

At the same time, the Platinum Empire is coming in to assist the Northern Holy Soul Alliance in victory, because the Platinum Empire's textile mills are already idle and have nothing to do due to the lack of Jiaojin flowers in the north.

The nobles of the Platinum Empire were naturally sympathetic to the Northern Holy Soul Alliance.

The same kind of pity is sympathetic, so they all oppose a group of money worshippers like the Southerners. The women twisted their silk garments, laughed, and looked at their men with pride, and they felt that the love they had won in the face of death was doubly precious, for a strange thrill could be felt in it. At first, her heart pounded as she watched the crowd of people because of the extraordinary excitement she felt from attending the rally, but when she seemed to understand the elated faces of the people around her, her joy began to fade.

The women present all radiated a fiery passion that she did not have. This left her feeling lost and frustrated.

Somehow the hall didn't seem to be very pretty, the girls weren't very fashionable, and the devotion to love still seemed to shine on everyone's face—why, it only looked stupid and ridiculous! A flash of self-consciousness suddenly crossed her mind, and she stammered in amazement, for she did not share the strong pride of these women, who sacrificed themselves and all their desires for it.

She had not yet thought in fear: "No-no! I must not see it that way! This is wrong--guilty,"

But she had thought that doctrine was of no meaning to her, and she was tired of hearing people talk about it so drunkly.

In her view, there is no sacredness in ism, and the holy war between humans and demons is not a noble thing, but just a nasty act of blindly killing human beings, costing money, and hindering people's enjoyment.

She knew that she was tired of the endless weaving, the endless curling of bandages and the endless brushing of the brocade cloth, so that her fingers were worn rough.

Now, she's tired of the hospital! The disgusting stench of gangrene, the unstoppable moaning of the loofah, only boredom and nausea, I can't stand it.

For that kind of facial expression with deep-set cheeks and daunting death, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to look at it anymore.

On the afternoon of the second day, another silver rope crystal bridge in the holy scroll, re-crossed Shishi Lake, and after traveling more than 20 miles, I arrived at a small town!

The silver tatters he had in his arms were lost among the cliffs when he fell into the deep forest! Considering that his clothes were in tatters, and his stomach was very hungry, he remembered that a piece of jasper on his hat was a valuable thing, so he pulled it down and took it to the only Mixian restaurant in the town to sell it!

The Mi Xian Pavilion was not a place to sell jade, but only this Mi Xian Pavilion was larger in this town, and the owner of the Immortal Pavilion saw that he was magnificent, but he didn't dare to underestimate it, but he didn't know the preciousness of the treasure jade, and he was only willing to buy it for two taels of silver!

Zhou Bo didn't pay attention to it, took two taels of silver, and wanted to buy a set of clothes and towels, but there was no place to sell clothes in the town, so he went to the restaurant to buy food!

Sitting on the bench, the two knees were exposed through the holes in the trousers, the front and back plackets of the robe had been torn off, the back buttocks of the trousers also had a few large holes, and the corners of the buttocks reached the surface of the bench, but I felt cold and fluttered, and thought: "This kind of bare ass is really indecent, you should try it as soon as possible!"

The owner of the Rice Immortal Pavilion served the food and said, "There is no market today, there is no Jiaoyu and no meat, so the Xianggong will eat some cabbage and tofu for dinner!"

Zhou Bodao: "Very good, very good!"

He has eaten this rough food with his bare ass today, just because he has not eaten for several days, and he is hungry with wild fruits, although it is cabbage and tofu, but he also eats very sweet!

When I ate the third bowl of rice, I suddenly heard someone outside the door of the fairy hall say: "Lady, there is a small rice fairy restaurant here, and see what to eat!" A woman's voice laughed: "Look at your hungry appearance!"

Zhou Bo heard the voice so familiarly, and immediately thought of the wind and his spirit fairy sister who were fighting for the shark Jiao spirit knife, panicked in his heart, and hurriedly turned around, thinking secretly: "Why do you call the 'lady' here? Well, it turns out that I am a husband and wife! )