They argued for most of the day without coming to a conclusion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn the end, I had to ask someone to tie Kuda up.

Shiratori complained about me vigorously, and he complained that I didn't kill Kuda because I didn't kill Kuda, so he was disappointed.

I ignored his constant complaints. I crept up to Saai's side, wondering what he must know.

I sat down next to him, holding a leaf in my hand and tearing it into shreds. Saai was a little nervous, he kept picking up stones and throwing them into the distance, he lost about a dozen mouthfuls, and the small stones around him were almost thrown by him, and there was a small piece of bare in front of him.

I said suddenly.

"You can speak Chinese," I said.

He nodded, he didn't dare to look me directly, like a shy little girl, Saai is an introvert. If Kuda hadn't told him what to do, he probably wouldn't have dared to do anything.

"Then why don't you keep speaking Chinese," I asked again.

"Don't want to say" He is always cold, and his words are as cold as a piece of ice.

I don't know how to proceed. So where I sat in silence all the time, and after sitting for a while, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"This..." I paused as I spoke.

"Do you have anything to say?" He asked.

"Do you know about Kuda's bloodsucking at night?" I asked him straight to the point.

"Yes ... No" he said yes, but suddenly he said no.

"Really?" I asked.

When the old black saw what I was talking about with little Japan, he made do.

"What are you talking about?" sat down in his pants, his pants not long before he would retire honorably. The blouse is long gone.

"Didn't talk about anything, didn't you go to make roasted grasshoppers with those big sisters and aunts?" I asked him.

"Don't do it today" is not in the mood.

"Oh, that's it. Just sit there, don't talk nonsense," I said.

"What nonsense, everything I say is useful to you," he said, patting his chest, bare chest, knotted muscles, and the sound of the clap was different. "No, I didn't know he would suck people's blood at night," he said so far-fetched that the old black next to him could hear it.

"That's fine," I said.

"Lao Hei, you know, if a dead person comes in your Philippines, if he dies unjustly, his soul will come back, right" Lao Hei couldn't react to my sudden question.

I blinked behind my back, and that's when he realized what I meant. I know that Sa'ai is a coward, and if there is any threat to him, he will tell him what he knows. "Yes, that's the case" Later, Lao Hei also licked the oil and vinegared and said some legends about the revenge of the terrifying ghosts, but these did not make Saai compromise, but they also left some shadows in his heart.

We blackman played all sorts of tricks, and he just wouldn't tell what he knew. I walked away disappointed with the old black, and a woman with a good intention buried the Spanish woman.

We have a third cemetery, and it's not far from us. "I don't want to get that damn nightmare," the old black sighed. The white bird dangled right in front of me, I watched the crowd, York taught the little coconut to climb the tree, Kuda was tied to the branch by us, he was side by side with the cannibal we caught, Sa'ai never applied the inexplicable herb to him again, it seemed that his face could rot and eat his entire skull, the virus was the most terrible species.

"We can only scare Sa Ai before he can tell the truth," I said.

"How scared," Shiratori asked me.

"You'll know in the evening," I said.

The Germans did not take part in this, he was tired of these boring tricks.

Time flowed, and not long after we sat down to chat, it began to get dark.

Tonight's watchman is the little Japanese and the Germans.

And we had to intimidate Saai according to the original plan, and in the dead of night they fell asleep one after another, and although I lay down, I did not sleep, I just pretended to sleep, and after a while Saai hurried into the forest. Is he going to do it?

That's what you have to ask our whole man expert Lao Hei, when he roasted the grasshopper, he added a lot of croton. The effect of the medicine worked. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we also got up and hid in the forest, and we kept secretly looking at Saai, and after a while he returned, and after sitting for about a few minutes, he got up again and ran towards the forest.

Shiratori looked happy to see Lao, but he couldn't help laughing. Old Heiche felt a little guilty.

"Is that okay?" Lao Hei asked.

"Don't worry, it's not going to die, who let him know that it's like not saying it," Shiratori said freely.

"It's not you, of course you say that," I said.

Looking at the black, I still have a look of guilt.

Little Japan is in love, he has diarrhea, he has been squatting in the forest for about a few minutes, and he still hasn't come out, are we just tricking him like this, no.

The three of us each lay down in a grave, and in retrospect, it was really naïve at the time, but isn't that how long people are, step by step? After a while, Sa'ai came out, and when he came back to the crowd, he had to go through these three graves, and we were lying on them, and he couldn't see us.

This is our childish plan, the resurrection seeks revenge.

In the darkness, a little light from the fire, one could dimly see the old black and white birds not far from me. They lay down like dead people, motionless.

"Love" is the voice of Shiratori pretending to be a woman, we can vaguely see Love, but he can't see us, the grave is in his sight.

He looked around.

"Shut up," I snuck the white bird with a stone. I wanted to tell him that Spanish women don't speak Chinese.

I learned the voice of a woman, speaking Spanish, and the white bird and the old black cooperated with various sounds, birds, and winds, and our cooperation was so tacit that it really made a terrifying environment. We stopped, and Saai looked around, and I could feel that he was scared.