"I'll just say, this world belongs to the Qinglou, I have a few along the way, and there are few who sincerely maintain a long-term relationship with them, and there are few who are not listless, I love them, love each ----of them, what should I do......?

"Haha, haha: I think about how strong my desire to be Zhang Hai's wife and I am to be his wife, he loves me like a canary, and everyone sees it, I think it is my pride to be with him----...... Speaking of this, the twilight woman He Ying inserted another incense stick and firmly inserted it in the incense burner.

Suddenly, a small yin wind blew out the burning incense with a "blessed" sound.

"Oh!?How is this good!?" He Ying, a young woman in the twilight building who was kneeling in the temple and praying, suddenly panicked.

She stood on her tiptoes, and walked slowly on all fours.

"Old thing He Ying, don't pretend! You can show your old and strong nature! Sex devours human nature dog things, husband and wife are well integrated, and it is good to maintain some kind of relationship with many prostitutes at the same time. Hula, "A middle-aged man walked by and dropped a picture scroll, which recorded how He Ying had maintained a first-class relationship with a prostitute in the past 30,000 years, so as to maintain a young mind.

Seeing this, He Ying raised his body and snatched the divine painting floating in the air!

Suddenly, the painting mysteriously withdrew, leaving behind a golden wall of the Imperial Palace, or an illusion of the Imperial Palace.

It was too late for He Ying to stop, she hit the palace wall headlong, and her head was in a daze.

"Oh! Bang!" He Ying panicked and looked up against the stone pillar.

"Deserve it, the female brute who colluded with the black wood, and ran around, she had to pretend to be a crying female brute!" The person who came was a middle-aged man, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the sea shouted.

Seeing He Ying's head touching the palace wall, he felt that the opportunity had come---- stretched out his feet and stopped in front of He Ying's small body.

"Who is that, and why is it so fierce?" Luoxue looked at all this, and was a little unaccustomed to it. She chimed in.

However, the masked man in blue was silent, and he did not say anything.

She looked at the old woman He Ying hitting the wall, he looked at the twilight young woman He Ying kneeling down---- he didn't let out a cry for help from beginning to end.

"Plop", I saw the woman named He Ying kneeling on the ground, and then she said quietly.

"Husband, He Ying will not hook Lao Jin in the future, neither will he hook the eunuch Li Dui, nor will Liu Ju, nor will Gong Ji----- they are all my secret private husbands!"

"Smack!" There was a violent beating, He Ying's chicken face suddenly turned blue and purple for a while, and the whole dark and old age spots climbed up her cheeks, and her face was flushed by her husband in marriage......

And the two rows of weeping willows are also pouring forward like magic.

The weeping willow is clear in color and pure green.

They spread out their lush figures and ran forward, running, and flying away!

The magic wind blows the small sedan chair of radish ying, and the small sedan chair of radish ying flies like a jujube in the high sky, at this time, the fragrance of the jujube flowers is strong, so that the whole sky is covered with the peerless scenery of the branches and branches of the jujube tree. Seeing the beautiful scenery of the falling snow, it is as if holding two clear dreams like night in his hands.

Suddenly: the weeping willows are still, the turnip sedan chair is still, and two magical winds are still hanging in the air.

They have a blue figure and a quiet personality, and they are the phantoms of the soul and soul of the fast fist summer flower.

However, for a moment, it was still impossible to see them clearly, but they were only intensely colored, and their blue was like a pure sky revealed by the white clouds.

Falling Snow's eyes smiled, looking at the two blue magical winds, and then at the two rows of weeping willows that suddenly flew away and suddenly stopped.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! I don't want to fight!" Suddenly, a small child's voice ran out of the small sedan chair, and the child's voice was stubborn, and when he heard it, it was a stubborn sacred stone.

It seemed that the wind heard his shout, and one flew and crashed towards the radish Ying Xiaohua!

"I'll let you get in the way of our good deeds, then, we'll have a fish to the bottom of the net!" heard the voice of a young daughter come viciously, and the sound of her gnashing teeth shook the whole night sky.

Xue Xue was startled, and she couldn't help but let go of her heart suspended high in the night sky、She quietly watched everything。

"That's the only purpose of the enemy's persecution here......" Cher said softly.

Suddenly, Cher was soft, her soft hands touching the branches of the cherry tree, as if she were playing lightly with her heart.

"You love me, I wait, you don't love me, I still wait. I'd rather wait for a miss that you never come, and I'm going to tell you what it means to be steadfast, what to be infatuated, and what to be true piety without the slightest impurity---- like a god praying......," the young woman still said.

Her soft silent recitation actually scared away the harassing wind......

Falling snow stays on her turf: she doesn't go anywhere, she doesn't love anything. She is carefully cultivating the snow-capped mountains and meadows that are like gods.

They are in a neat military posture: one regiment on the left and one regiment on the right.

The colors of the magical winds are blue, they silently emit a divine strange light, and there is an indescribable fragrance of flowers and plants.

Xue'er, who was suspended in mid-air, looked at everything and smiled with satisfaction.

"Every time she is persecuted, she meets God! This is the miracle of life......" The voice of a young woman startled the falling snow.

Falling Snow turned around suddenly, and she was stunned!

Because, she saw a person exactly like Cher, hanging upside down in the air, like a dream that had been turned upside down by reality.

Falling Snow felt that something was wrong, but she didn't come close.

It was the upside-down phantom that approached Cher silently.

"Why is she jealous of the divine prayers in your life?

"Poof!" He Ying flew out of the temple where he was burning incense and purifying his hands.

"Where to escape!?" I saw a long sword, like a rainbow, across the night sky, one of them, leading a burst of flames, descending in front of the twilight young building girl.

"Tell me the truth: how many of the 27 men you have served have survived so far, and where have their spirits gone?"

He Ying is legs were weak: "plop", she knelt down again......

"Hero's life! Hero's life!'s what's that, just like Pan Jinlian, what she needs, she understands this, or, let's go to my room to talk about something?!"