Old friends, what old friends, or women, it's a little interesting. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the beaters were all excited, and they all wanted to see the beautiful faces of the three female donors. A few people wondered, who is this. This primeval forest, but the mountain is closed, who is idle and has nothing to do, looking for guilt. Before a few people could understand, the temple abbot stepped aside, and suddenly, three beautiful beauties walked in. The three of them were all wearing tight leather pants, smart clothes, and light makeup, making the three of them look beautiful and arrogant. The beaters were all stunned, and then they all laughed, pointed at the three of them and scolded with a smile: "Yes, it must be no good to see your sisters." Tell me, the boss asked you to come over, what are the arrangements?"

The three women wore long hair, wisps of black silk swayed without wind, their cheeks were slightly red, and the hot breath they exhaled instantly turned into white mist. The slightly taller woman walked up to the leader, smiled, and said encouragingly: "Very good! Now that the first battle has been won, the boss did not elaborate on what to do next." However, the boss gave you 100,000 yuan, which is enough for you to be chic for a long time. Remember, don't forget your identity, forget your mission, and don't forget your mouth, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will suffer disaster, remember?"

When the leader heard this, he shook his head and smiled. This arrangement is to be expected. The man agreed, and asked, "Then what are we going to do next?"

The woman looked back at the bed, pointed, smiled, and didn't speak. just gave him the check for 100,000 yuan, walked to the window again, and gently stroked Ji Momo's handsome face. This series of actions implied that the leader could certainly understand that he said goodbye and called for the brothers to retreat. For a short time, the stalker followed the abbot of the temple, out of the backyard, into the cloister, and into the Jingtian Temple. Passed through the incense empty dam and left the temple.

The abbot of the temple folded his hands, bowed down, and silently recited Amitabha.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

Eki walked slowly with a crutch. Approaching the temple, I can feel that my physical strength is still seriously overdrawn. Stopped, standing in the different shades of snow, Eki panted roughly. The special care assistant who took care of him all the way took out the pills and let Hai Lao hold them on his tongue and digest them slowly.

The professional boarding team sat near Ebi and rested on the spot.

Descending the mountain, the besiegers rushed all the way, and there was no time to care. The rapidly blurred white world around gradually dragged out Jingtian Temple.

On the mountainside, Hai Lao's complexion recovered, and his breath tended to be stable. The mountaineering team sat in a circle and chatted about interesting things. In the distance on the mountainside, several figures hurried over. Before he could react, he had already turned into a phantom and gradually disappeared. But who has never realized that the moment the beaters met Hai Lao, the eyes of the leader and Hai Lao stared at each other, that kind of doubt, that kind of suspicion, so that they could boldly speculate that there must be a reason for the bizarre appearance of this place.

This episode, the mountaineering team, only Hai Lao can scrutinize one or two. Those people, who are athletic and full of physical strength, can also run in the snow under such an environment, which is obviously not an ordinary person. The direction of the road, the line is hurried, and the eyes are ruthless, which ordinary people will not do. The direction of the road, is it for the sake of the country, for the case. No, we have to rush over immediately. Thinking of this, he was even more anxious, he walked up suddenly, and before the special care assistant could react, Hai Lao had already walked a few meters away.

Cableway, inside the carriage, Wu Zhihao enjoys the canyon scenery. The golden light reflects the snow, and the crystal glacier paves down from the valley of Gaojun, dressing the silent valley into a crystal tower. Beyond the valley, not far away, on the top of the primeval forest, the observation deck stands majestically, as if it were close at hand. (To be continued.) )