The black-robed man was overjoyed and returned to the middle of the first seat, and then said happily, "Are there any beautiful women, drag me a few." ”

It turns out that these black-robed people are the same as the humans on Earth, it turns out that their black-robed people also like women, and they have to be beautiful women.

At this moment, a woman was dragged up by a group of bloody corpses, and she looked closely...... This...... This, isn't this Su Xiaohui? How could she be here? Isn't she supposed to be in the battleship now? Could it be that she will still be unable to do it?

In fact, Su Xiaohui has also figured out everything, and none of the things she has experienced during this period of time can understand what she has experienced during this time.

She was staring ahead, her eyes blank and she didn't know what she was imagining, as if a human soul had been lost.

The bloody corpse dragging Su Xiaohui was very embarrassed and said, "My lord, this is really embarrassing, there is only this one beauty we can handle." ”

After all, what this bloody corpse said was the truth, since the island country was completely occupied by the blood corpse, since the island country was safely controlled by the blood corpse, the beautiful women in the island country were the best choice for those blood corpses.

The favorite food of these bloody corpses is babies and little loli, followed by pregnant women and girls. It is because of these circumstances that there are very few bloody corpses that can still be taken on the island country now.

Su Xiaohui looked at the three black-robed people in front of her, she was at a loss now, she didn't know what to do, and she didn't know what to do at this time, the experience of this time had already overwhelmed her.

She has already begun to lose her mind at this time, and the ghost knows what kind of very painful and torturous things she has experienced since she left Jiang Xiaobai's side now, just like the snow falling without a clue, the pear blossoms making rain, the beautiful encounter, and the spring breeze.

She is like water in a faint year, a passing thought, and no one wants to get out of the thorns of love.

Su Xiaohui is like the strong honey of a relationship, but she has made a deeper pain for the loss, not that she can't keep Yan Huameili.

She had too many torture experiences because of the wind, because of the rain. I want to conspire with Jiang Xiaobai for years and spend my life together, but Jiang Xiaobai's shadow is thousands of miles away, separated by mountains and rivers.

She stayed alone in the cold wind, the snowflakes fluttered like a dream, obsessively trying to protect this life, not to have any sea vows, it was just a parting oath, leaving a heart full of melancholy for the lovesickness in the years. The spring is sultry, the spring flowers are beautiful, and the footsteps of love are left in the blooming spring scene.

It's like flowing water is ruthless, love letters are difficult to tell, in fact, the water is washing the falling incense, lost love.

One day I left, going to the end of the world, there was no news, and I couldn't look forward to the return date. The wild geese often fly, reincarnated in the autumn moon, the reaper harvested the golden yellow of the season, leaving only the empty wilderness, sparse and scattered dreams.

The sky is blue inexplicably, the white clouds are gentle, don't disturb the thoughts, don't comfort the lonely heart. If you don't feel warm, you want to drink a pot of old wine, burn your chest, and then don't extinguish the journey of love.

When Su Xiaohui used to be alone, she listened to the whispers of the wind, listened to the sorrow of the rain, couldn't hear the sound of calling, and couldn't get close to the distance of her heart.

Alas, the bright moon is full, and the thoughts are thin, and they always fall asleep tired before dawn. The sun was shining, but it was as painful as a pinprick, but in fact, he couldn't adjust his mood, closed the window lattice, and let the darkness spread.

Too long time, too long loneliness, deep down in my heart still yearning, one day you can suddenly appear, not let a heart soak in the cold abyss forever. The wide coast is being swallowed up by the crazy waves, and the vast Liaoyuan is only a bunch of desert smoke.

A traveler, will your life be left to rest in this desolation? No, you wait! There is also the soft autumn breeze and the sparkle of the sunset.

You have gone away, leaving behind a dream, a longing day and night. Who has gone through ups and downs for love all their lives, and who can walk through the ferry of love in their hearts, and they need a reason for love to pursue it. If you go away just to meet, it is better to cut off the original faith.

You're gone, and tears flowed when you parted, that's the language of love. Thinking about Cheng Cheng, thinking for a long time, lovesickness still sighs for a long time.

The flowers on the other side bloom, the empty remembrance, the mountains and rivers meet, the love is gradually drifting away, the thought ends the love and hate, in the night when the leaves fall insomnia, pull out a letter that was once filled with love, read the midnight, and moved the dawn.

The sketch chrysanthemum is light, the fragrance is graceful, and you are watching the condensed late autumn. The sky is blue and blue, covering the clothes floating in the shadows, the embroidered red chest, and the north wind blows the old and brilliant.

There is no expectation, compromise is given to life, but love cannot be let go. Maybe it's an endgame that can never be repaired, and you're halfway down, no longer falling, and becoming a suspenseful suspense.

The river of time flows gently, and the pure beauty of the mortal world cannot last long. If you have had it, please cherish it, maybe there is no chance to continue in this life. The past of the flower mud, the smoke and rain, the staggering steps, and the white hair blowing in the wind.

Really love, love is true, how much hurt is the story of grace.

Come and go, traverse your world, and those who read are obsessed with it, wandering and mooring. In spring, the apricot blossoms in the mountains are rich and fragrant, and they just taste the sour fruit.

In the mottled memories of the ferry, longing has become a surging tide.

The flowers on the red dust Mo bloom, it seems to be more than the gathering and dispersion of seeing and hating late, and the passers-by who meet too early in front will become passers-by behind them. Acquaintance with the beauty of the city breeze too late.

will rub shoulders with you, and it will be too late to look up. I can't say goodbye, and the mountains are separated by a river. But at the end of the world, looking back at the sea, the winter of flowers and waning moons.

There is a fate to meet, and the flowers have drifted by.

The encounter of scenery is just like that. The cold winter that has been falling in my thoughts, no matter how biting the glacier is. How snowflakes drift by, a persistent heart. I've been looking for it.

The sky is dark and the sky is covered with snow, a hot-blooded boy. The will of the past, but it has never stopped.

From spring to winter. From the cold winter to the famine, I have been guarding this. Thoughts that have never been revealed.

The feelings in the world are only separated by a distance. Some feelings are beautiful because of distance, and some are beautiful because of distance. Encourage each other, only then will we make the way forward. Filled with sunshine shining into happiness. Warmed each other, but sometimes. Distance is really a time machine to verify feelings. Therefore, there are people who insist on it. Because I believe that I have survived the distance. The rest is the spring breeze, and some people leave because of it, because they believe in the uncertainty ahead. So I left in a hurry.

The old year is far away, and the people are the future. After a period of time, we know each other, and after a year, we know each other. In life, there are people who walk together.

The cold wind blew, and the red dust was scattered......