"Let it go, grandpa!" It is strong and strong, it is two years old, but it is wise enough to make it ripe and light.

This group of children accompanied Da Zhuang to frighten the peaks, and the three of them were squirming, and they were carrying arrows and arrows on their backs.

Ma Ping, this group of children, it will break the rules of the ancestors and embark on the road of cultivation.

Two thousands, the ancestors of the stone village, Zeng Li scared the ancestors, the stone village was in a hurry, the waist was hidden, the waist was weak, and the waist was too weak to provoke a strong enemy, and the bear cultivated and asked, and the disease of the man died, and he relied on it to be disgusted.

After the Zhizhi Dynasty, the stone village was completely isolated, and the two of them were in a state of confusion.

When the stubble appeared, the strong enemy invaded, and it found that even the protection of the family was not good, if Mo Ninghong was not killed, this village would be destroyed.

If the strong enemy is wiped out, what will Nake do?

Because of this, the villagers died miserably, and they were scared and decided, and the two bears made the tragedy and the red and the horses angry.

The Chronicle of the Chronicles, I haven't been able to cultivate in the Scriptures.

Because of it, it chooses a batch of bears to experience.

It burns, it is too bad, it is not enough to eat milk, it is stable, because it is scared of the bear, and the children are scared of the children, and the children of the village are scared.

"Mother, Da Zhuang stubble, Xuan'er stubble, you are left with a family mile, you take care of yourself, don't be too tired." Da Zhuang is full of saints, and he is dependent on his mother.

"Well, yes, Da Zhuang, you protect yourself with your waist, and protect your sister with your waist, don't let it bully." The mother burst into tears, her voice choked up.

"Mother...... Xuan'er is slumbering, Xuan'er will think about you, Xuan'er will talk to you...... Woo ...... "Xuan'er rubbed her tears with her palms, and she cried with a whimper?"

"Silly boy, mother is sneering at you...... Woo ...... "Mother hugged it in pain, mother and daughter were deeply jing, and they cried together?"

Yu Yu, begging to say goodbye to the sadness, Ao Jing sad and unforgettable, each with tears in their eyes.

In this way, the children are scared of their fathers and mothers, grandparents, and all the elders according to their examples.

It is a long way to go, and it will be a long way.

After a little bit of Keyi, the Shengyuan Pavilion heard that it was a shame on the family members, and it was ruthless and wonderful......

Turning the alfalfa, and then making a to, the night, Mo Ning Hong's head is gone, and it is full of Yu Ze, which makes this Yin sword, and the shadow is inlaid in the stubble sword, and it is frightened and floating, gathering all the splendor of the stubble.

From the demise of Li Mo Ning Hong, he is fast waist seven to, and he tastes like a mouthful, and Mo Ning Hong's head is seven folds.

A few simple women in the village carried a whole basket of sacrifices, and they also worshiped the heroic soul of Mo Ning Hong. Together, they worship and sacrifice to their own dead husbands.

It pouted the sacrifice and began to sigh.

Mo Ning Hong's head burned the tweed book, and the upsetting of the sword was frightened, and the sword was even more dazzling.

After Zhi, a few women cried with sadness for a while, and then, it hugged each other, and the two families were gone.

Which Huanfen sacrifice is scared, maybe it will be wild cats and wild dogs, so that it will be asked, and it will be exhausted.

After Zhi, the night, and then the silence is frightened, a cold wind blows, the whole piece of enamel, showing the ruthlessness of the cold, like the Huang Huang Spring, the yin lining the tree.

A pitch-black coffin, buried deep in the bottom.

Mo Ning Hong's face was stubble, and his face was full of sorrow.

After seven solstices, they also made the preservation complete, even a little strange smell, and it was difficult to sniff.

Moreover, it seems that the coffin is still full of soak, which makes it cold.

"Whoosh!" Mo Ning Hong's eyebrows are a little bit bigger, and the bullet is sloppy, and there is a delicate building.

This tower, stubble Mo Ning Hong's head is on top of his head, coiled, and sprinkled with a lot of stalks.

The oak was full of rain and dew, and all the stubble was fluttering.

They hurt and healed miraculously stubble.

The original, the inside of them, the liquid, the flow of the dry.

The stubble appeared, and the Mo Ning Hongqi liquid was like a stubble, and the one yuan Vientiane Lou was filled with a drop of cesium liquid.

Their hair, like a sparkling glow.

Their faces are cesium, and they gradually become ruddy, and they often look like cesium after a quick waist recovery.

They have five internal organs, and they stop the spitting machine, and they run early.

The stubble, the pulse, actually made it slowly, and the pulse began to move.

Are they dirty, and they are starting to beat and slack?

Wisps of limp coffins are cracked, drilling into Mo Ninghong's nose, their chests are crouching, like a sting, Keyi breathing.

Outside the tomb, there are a lot of chirps, long hair fluttering, and beautiful eyebrows.

It is covered with a wide robe, fluttering in the wind, with a fairy rhyme.

They sit on their knees and hold a guqin.

They have their palms and fingers, gently stroking the strings of each rule, the sound of the piano, melodious, and melodic, but it contains a trace of warmth, a trace of hope.

It is forced to play the piano, and it is not a kind of transcendent and mundane, like a slugging, and it makes this supreme and despises the immortals.

The sound of the piano, the vast ocean, the waves are turbulent, the bottom of the sea is shaking, the time is swaying, and then the wind is calm, and the sea breeze is cold.

This implication is also extraordinary.

Burning, flicking, flicking, they palms and fingers, suddenly burning and stopping, holy cesium, Jian Huanfen is surprised, alfalfa eyes, Jian Huanfen trembles.

Their long hair is blowing, and the cold wind blows, fluttering stubble, covering their eyes.

Such a gesture makes it even more colorful, which is so frightening, and it is the supreme thing, and it is the only one.

Burning, they are Shengjing, but in an instant, they are burning books?

The corners of its mouth lifted and smeared the arc, and it looked at the tomb with a strange smile, and muttered: "Could it be that there is no miracle in this world?" ”

This enamel, the chin, the sword is shining, the soil is slowly slippery, and the enamel tomb is shaking like a light ridge.

The long-haired chirp and feet scare the crowd, like stubble turbulence.

It waved its palm, and the long piano sang a wisp of mang, and disappeared in an instant.

With its palms on its back, it stood and shook, heroic and vigorous, and it was sagely.

The alfalfa eyes quietly stared at the shaking tomb of the enamel, this tomb was frightened, and there was a burst of dramatic sounds!

"Bang!"

Scared, the whole enamel tomb, stubble and long hair, chirping, instantly exploded!

The tombstone is cracked, the long sword begins, the sword is shining, the stubble is suspended, and the stubble is shaking.

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