"It doesn't work!It doesn't work! I say nothing works!" Suddenly, a voice came anxiously. "Hey, it works, it works!" another voice followed.

Next, the sound of a piece of wood falling from the top of a mountain. "Tom, tom, tom、......" They don't seem to fall on the sea, but like they fall on mountain roads. As a result, the entire deep and winding mountain road was blocked in an instant......

The black wood rolled down: while hearing the sound of water, and the fierce sound of the water and the towering figures. Running one after another, those inexplicable villains, the elves of heaven and earth.

The wind, just talking.

In the entire mysterious space underground, a mysterious wind suddenly blew, and the gust of wind suddenly shook her body, and said: "The woman who lives on the darkness of black wood is called a good death!" After speaking, the gust of wind was gone.

In the real Black Wood Cliff, there is no god, only a bad woman---- black eats black thieves. The female teacher at the private school, a 46-year-old woman, knows nothing but stealing food, flattening her head, sharpening her head, and outside ---- marriage.

Around, the ---- who has never been willing to sarcastically say a word about her is her source of fire.

"It's also the source of darkness, just that, that......" The gust of wind is high and low, up and down, like an absolute battle of guerrilla warfare!

"She is a habitual thief---- only when she is **, she will live a better life and a little human. And only when she gets the dark message that Black Wood has passed on to her, will she climb out---- fan the flames, scatter a handful of flames, and then nest in the blog and steal again......!"

"Sooner or later, she and her 14th black wood, the same fate, can't hide, can't escape---- an old teacher in a private middle school----!"

Suddenly, a story came like a wind---- and then there was a good show......

The story will be played out in a week......

"Stay tuned!" the announcer's words reminded the real-life Black Wood and the three black crabs who had done evil.

Suddenly, a mysterious wind blew and blew, and she was looking at the phantom flowers and phantom flowers, and when she thought about it, she suddenly felt something, falling off her heart---- she quickly looked up: "Ouch! Duoduo ---- my own sister! The little sister who cooperates seamlessly---- sit and sit!" Seeing Duo Duo appear, this flower who was a sister was full of enthusiasm, and quickly patted the wooden stool behind the master, lifted Duo Duo's shoulders, and put her on the stool......

Then, Hua'er took an arrow step and ran to the master's side---- "Master, master!" She dragged the master's shirt back to the stool, patted the master's arm, and then patted the wooden stool......

"Huh!?" Seeing this, Hua'er's master looked at Hua'er with a puzzled face, this rude and civilized little girl.

"Hit a riddle! Hit a riddle: Miss Flower---- what would you do if a bad woman bullied an innocent creator by colluding with different men?" said Duoduo thoughtfully after hearing the story.

"Destroy yourself if you don't attack it, destroy yourself if you don't attack it, eat your own fruits, eat your own fruits!" said Hua'er happily.

Seeing this, Duoduo pursed her lips and patted the master sitting next to her: "Master, what were you looking at just now?" Duoduo asked mischievously with a small mouth.

"That!" Master Xuan Miao pointed ahead, and she suddenly found that it was empty......

Hearing Hua'er ask Master, Hua'er also quickly looked up and saw that the place was really empty.

Just now, there were phantoms and phantoms of flowers, and the place where they were singing---- is now empty, and in their hearts, they secrete a real flower for no reason.

"He is the three fallacies in the song, also called Wu Fei, and has a name in the rivers and lakes, called touching reality and dying. A middle-aged man pointed to a little guy and said enthusiastically.

"You call it popularity, you call it open the door, you call it ......" The terrible little boy pointed a gun at Fengyuan and said dryly.

"Hey, let's talk about it: I'm desperate ......" The middle-aged chivalrous man almost froze.

"He's easy, he writes by the soul of a dead little girl, the soul of that girl comes back to life, and lives in the voice of one of his heroines!"