"From now on, he Yang Dabao is my Song Xishi, the only man in this life. ”

"Other women, what they can do for him Yang Dabao, I can do the same Song Xishi, and it must be better and more perfect than other women, and it will make him more comfortable and satisfied with Yang Dabao. ”

"Other women, who can give him Yang Dabao, I can give it to Song Xishi, and moreover, give more and more distinctive. ”

"I, Song Xishi, can do it for him Yang Dabao, can give him Yang Dabao, other women may not be able to do it, not necessarily for him. ”

"Other women can block disasters, difficulties, knives and guns for him, and I, Song Xishi, must block him, planes, artillery, rockets, missiles, and atomic bombs..."

Asking what is the situation in the world is only a promise of life and death.

It is said that the power of love is terrifying.

At this moment, she sang Xi Shi.

Where is it still the same just now, all thoughts are discouraged, disheartened, there is no love in life, and Song Xishi is bent on death, and he wants to spurt blood to death.

The whole person seems to be radiant, energetic, full of confidence, and reborn.

What is said, every word, every word, every smile, every move.

All show that she Song Xishi can become his Yang Dabao, this perfect, flawless, terrifying and perverted man who is like a god.

How much she thinks about it day and night, dreams of it, and haunts her dreams, so that she Song Xishi will be so happy in the second half of her life that she wants to die and live.

It is also the only spiritual pillar that can make her Song Xishi continue to have dignity, status, confidence, courage, and life.

"Auntie, don't look at what the situation is now, some words, don't be too full, don't be happy too early, let alone talk there with a lot of emotion. ”

"If you are, if you don't take me Yang Xiaobao again, this self-abandonment of martial arts, self-cutting of meridians, self-explosion of the second child, has been unrecognizable, flesh and blood are blurred, people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, become a waste person, and spurt blood until he faints, and there is still half a breath left of his father Yang Dabao. ”

And, a lot of beauties, all because of Yang Dabao, fainted to death with blood. ”

"Of course, it also includes my Yang Xiaobao, who is as beautiful as a fairy, a good wife and mother, a standard life, and the mother of a good woman at home. ”

"Hard, poor, grandfather Yang Youcheng, grandma Tang Dexiang, and my father Yang Dabao, who blocked a shot, is a nurse-level mother. ”

"If so, don't move all of them back to my Yang Xiaobao's house immediately. ”

"I'm afraid, aunt, you can't wait, my awesome father Yang Dabao, you, sleep with you, press you, the day. ”

"He Yang Dabao, as well as all the people here who fainted to death because of him Yang Dabao, it is very likely, because you are talking here and feeling a lot of emotion, and you have lost the best time for rescue and treatment. ”

"All of them, most likely, will really die. ”

"Even if my awesome dad Yang Dabao, he survived alone. ”

"I'm afraid, he will also be disheartened, all thoughts are discouraged, and he will be full of guilt, even if he doesn't explode and die, he will be like the Shunzhi Emperor, for the love of the incense and jade loss Concubine Dong E, go to Wutai Mountain to become a monk, the four are empty, and the old man will be lonely for life. ”

"And your useless big brother, if you are, you still want your good wife to be able to live and continue to live. ”

"And, you still want to get the divine seed from my awesome father Yang Dabao. ”

"You two, immediately move all of them back to my Yang Xiaobao's house, and you don't need to take care of everything else. ”

"Otherwise, if you delay the fighter, you will bear the consequences. ”

"And the two of you are that bit of, I, Yang Xiaobao, am not responsible, and don't come to me Yang Xiaobao again. ”

Yang Xiaobao's words will be the current situation.

and, what's at stake.

With this Song Xishi, and Yang Wei, who looked confused, gave everything in detail, and analyzed it again.

He couldn't help but say, and went straight to his broken tile house, which was surrounded by four walls, destitute, and so poor that it clanged.

It's a swagger, and it's a dashing departure.

Shake it, his Yang Xiaobao's cartoon version of the little flower pants does not take away a trace of clouds.

Until this moment, everyone present.

For him Yang Xiaobao, the one who can tell people is bent on death, and he can also give people a full blood resurrection in an instant.

Terrible, terrifying, perverted god mouth.

I was so frightened that I opened my mouth wide, like a toad.

It's a pain in the egg, it's a pain, a confused face, a blood line in the head, and 1 million grass and mud horses will pass in front of you.

Messy in the wind, doubtful of life.

He Yang Xiaobao is just a few casual words.

The village chief Yang Fugui, and his white-skinned and beautiful, convex and backward curved, big chest and hips, beautiful like flowers, like glue like paint, and Song Xishi, a beautiful wife who loves and loves.

The hatred that he said was as deep as the sea, and they parted ways.

is still stubborn, she Song Xishi, from the life of the dragon and the tiger to the life of the tiger, and then from the single-minded pursuit of death to the rebirth.

This is from love to hate, from harmony to separation, from life to death, from death to life.

He Yang Xiaobao is just opening and closing his mouth, and he said so casually.

There is such a terrifying, terrifying, perverted, shocking, unbelievable divine power.

And, actually, that's all.

Abandon his self-cutting meridians, self-abolish martial arts, and self-blow up the second child, unrecognizable, flesh and blood are blurred, no one is a ghost, no ghost.

spurted blood until he fainted to death, and there was only one breath left of the waste father, Yang Dabao.

and his beautiful fairy, a good wife and mother, who wanted to live a plain and bland life, and simply forced the poor, and fainted to death with blood, his mother Wang Mingyu.

and his two, a lifetime of bodhisattva heart, compassion, living a poor and hard life, spurting blood and fainting to death, good old grandfather Yang Youcheng, grandmother Tang Dexiang.

and, his brain-dead uncle Wang Xiaoming, who also fainted to death with blood, and more than a dozen mothers at the level of future wet nurses.

Such a large number of blood-spurting fainted, unknown relatives.

He Yang Xiaobao looked calm like this, his heart was wide and thin, and he left as if no one was around.

And yet, right in all of them.

Still for, these blood sprays until I fainted.

Falling to the ground, staggering and crooked, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, these half-dead, unknown life and death.

Deeply worried, shocked, frightened, frightened.