Ma Qianhu was well-informed, and his heart was suddenly shocked: It's not good! Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

couldn't help but turn around, and said in his heart: Why hasn't this kid Liao Hua come up yet?

Liao Hua was delayed on the road, and he didn't feel anything when he flew over the first dark post, thinking that it was a villager, and when he flew over the second one, he reacted and immediately went down to kill. It's the main big black, the second black and Wang Xiaobraid shot.

Turning around and killing the first secret sentry, the speed is slowed down further up, and the search is carefully in case it is missed, which is the trouble of the little torture and duck eggs.

In the temple, the singing gradually stopped.

Ma Qianhu stepped forward and said fiercely: Fighting songs, right? Lao Shao, one, two, three, go!

Lao Shao and Hei San immediately started to get busy.

Ma Qianhu cleared his throat and spoke:

Little donkey, love to have fun!

Black backbone, white wood saddle!

Twist your ass to the south!

Come to the sea of love!

Lao Shao heard that his teeth were sore, his hands were not well controlled, and the pipa was suddenly messed up.

Ma Qianhu scolded: Stupid! Ruined such a good atmosphere! Have you learned art from your teacher?

Lao Shao's face was red: I'm ashamed! I taught myself. When today's matter is over, I will definitely ask Master Qiao to introduce me and find Huqin to learn and improve. You change the song, the local atmosphere is too heavy!

Ma Qianhu: You know what a fart! This was taught to me by Bai Mao of the Rail Bureau back then, if it weren't for Gu Yungui's group of boys in the Dongda Camp who didn't do it, and didn't use the camp song of the East Daying, this would almost have become the bureau song of the Track Bureau. Then I'll be brisk, one, two, three, go!

The Tiger Singer:

I have a little donkey,

I've never ridden before, and today I'm happy,

Ride it to the market!

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This time, Hei San didn't hold back, and the gourd silk blew and leaked.

Ma Qianhu scolded again, scolding and observing.

On the opposite side, the queue had already been completed, and standing on the high platform in front of the hall were three white-robed monks with jade staffs. The white-headed soldiers, numbering about 100 people, were divided into two or so divisions. Two groups of singers formed a column, with a semicircle behind the three monks.

Except for Miao San who was still squatting by the pond, Chen Jingpan was swallowing his breath on the jade pillar, and Huangshan and they were already together, looking up at the main hall.

Ma Qianhu interjected a big oblique, and both sides actually did not say a word with great restraint, and listened patiently.

It's just that the three monks looked at the jade staff of the lotus pond, and thoughtfully, each took out another gem and set it on the top of the jade staff.

Ma Qianhu swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and whispered: He is naïve, I am afraid that there will be no return today!

Lao Shao doesn't care: life and death are not a big deal. It's a pity that the little donkey is really unwilling to die twice!

Ma Qianhu: Hmph, what about me? Then sing a normal person's tune, so that you can die with peace of mind. One, two, three, go!

The Tiger Singer:

Float on the shore with the waves,

Look at the snow-capped mountains!

The Yiren are still in the bamboo forest, when will we see each other!

At this moment, the bagpipes on the opposite side blew and the snare drum sounded. It's actually the same song.

The opposite side sings again in unison:

Float on the shore with the waves,

Looking at the mountains!

For the sake of faith, flee the mainland.

Look for the other side.

At sunrise, I climbed the icebergs of the cold north.

At sunset, I was on the warm sandy beaches of the south.

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Ma Qianhu's face became fierce, gritted his teeth, and recycled to signal Lao Shao and Hei San to continue, and he sang with the other side:

Why, in the midst of the stormy waves,

My heart is calm and uncomplaining!

Look up,

Starry sky!

Hate and love,

separated by a line.

In the blink of an eye, the old thing repeats itself.

Life is fickle, and the real is upside down.

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On the mountain road, a lame fortune teller was staggering forward, and his face full of wind and frost suddenly became resolute!

Listen to the beat in the wind and sing in a low voice:

My heart is still there!