Looking at the list, somehow, I remembered the scene on the side of Qujiang Pond and Furong Bridgehead described in the last two chapters:

The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing the clouds, and the cloud shadow is thrown into the river, like a big fish swimming under the water......

The river rises and falls, and from time to time a Kunlun slave comes, takes a long breath, and plunges into the bottom of the water again, to find the pearl that falls into the water.

Eight crossbow-wielding Tsing Yi stared coldly at the bridgehead, seizing the opportunity to shoot.

The four sumo wrestlers were like angry earth bears, and the whole long bridge trembled at their feet,

Yang Fan's rabbit rises and falls, tossing and turning in the four mountains of meat,

Lu Gongzi shook the feather fan lightly, his expression was carefree, and the four guards were like clouded leopards in the forest, ready to pounce.

Duguyu stood on the battlefield, struggling in his heart,

Miss Ning Ke's delicate body stood up the bow of the boat, allowing the boat to approach step by step......

All living beings are like each other, and they are so similar to the list at this moment.

There are those who are light and light,

There are fierce fighters,

There are those who want to pounce,

There are those who sit on the mountain and watch the tiger,

The old cat wagged his tail and lay on the top of the tree, tempting everyone with a fat little chrysanthemum,

The fat ear stretched out his little fat hand, elegantly wanted to pick fat chrysanthemums, and the fat feet under him stepped on my head and melon seeds.

Skeleton Sang didn't know what medicine he had taken, and he raised his little toothpick and approached me with a smile.

The butterfly goddess has a mysterious smile like a Mona Lisa on her face, stroking her sideburns, and she doesn't know who she wants to pierce.

And then...... And then...... Eight cold men with crossbows in their arms were eager to try......

It's terrifying, dear!

Uncle is not a little dear!

This situation is too shocking, dear!

It's the third day of the month, all book friends hurry up and vote all your magic weapons: monthly passes, recommended votes,

Help Guan Guan to create a bright light armor, cast a sword in the sky, and then turn into a pair of cloud climbing boots, we are also like Yang Erlang, majestic and majestic! (To be continued.) )