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The wind is swept up, and the leaves are fluttering.

The chill between heaven and earth is even stronger, and everything is extremely depressed and indifferent.

There is no vitality, no vitality, no passion, the passion of living.

The murderous super pit has disappeared, and the dust is billowing and has turned into an invisible pit in a moment.

Their lives and bodies have been drowned alive and drowned by the earth, and everything seems to have been drowned and drowned alive.

Maybe their names and stories have not been drowned or drowned, and they cannot be drowned, just because their names and stories have been deeply seared into people's hearts.

People are cold, but people's hearts are even colder.

The food on the table was cold, but the wine was strong, and when I took a sip, my body suddenly became hot, so hot that my blood boiled and my muscles became weak.

The smile in his eyes became even stronger, smiling as if he was a weasel after worshipping the New Year, enjoying joy and joy excitedly, proudly and excitedly.

Yang Qing held the cloak and stared at him coldly, staring coldly at the table.

"You're shameless."

Langhua slowly raised his head to look at her, loosened the waistband of his trousers, and lowered his head to enjoy the joy and joy.

His joy and joy are the food and drinks on the table.

He didn't stand in a decent position and eat with chopsticks, but just lay on the table to eat and drink, and his lying appearance was easily reminiscent of animals that used to lying on their stomachs in the water.

"You're shameless."

The waves were silent and continued with a smile.

"You look like a toad."

Langhua smiled and nodded, silent.

It seems that he is not only smart, but also very open-minded.

I know how to deal with a talkative woman, which is not to talk and eat more.

"You eat so many cold dishes, aren't you afraid of diarrhea?"

The waves were silent, took a sip of wine, and lay on the table to gasp, as if they had become indescribably tired and weak from excessive eating and excessive drinking.

He raised his head with a gasp and winked at Yang Qing with a smile, which was not only gentle, but also extremely treacherous.

It seems that he is not ordinarily smart, not only knows how not to get angry himself, but also knows how to make others angry.

Yang Qing's face was obviously displeased.

She turned her head and knocked on the door, and she knocked not with her hands, but with a hundred taels of silver.

So the shopkeeper came up quickly.

He is smiling, very flexible, and extremely sensible and understanding.

Yang Qing threw him the silver ingot, and he followed.

"We're hungry."

"Grandma Caishen, what do you want to eat?"

Yang Qing kept a straight face and whispered in his ear.

Then the shopkeeper nodded, and ran downstairs like the wind, indescribably proud and happy.

Yang Qing held the cloak and stared coldly at the waves, which were already wheezing.

"Have you eaten enough?"

The waves were silent and smiling.

The smile on his face seemed to be weak and tired.

"Are you going to have diarrhea?"

The waves were silent, and their eyes had fallen outside.

The blood outside has been wiped clean, the body has been removed, and the door has been repaired,......。

Everything seemed very normal and calm, there was no wind, the fire was blazing, and the warmth was wafting.

The merciless, icy cold wind was completely isolated from the outside, and the inside was as warm as spring.

There are no other guests in the restaurant, the tables are very neatly arranged, and the tops are wiped very clean.

There is no life and no speech.

He stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking out the window like a gun.

There was only a strong wind outside the window.

The wind swept up, and the heavens and the earth seemed extremely cold and desolate.

It was as if he was going to stab the wind to death, to the earth.

Yang Qing held the cloak and stared blankly downstairs.

The downstairs is empty, there are no guests, and the restaurant without guests seems extremely lonely and empty.

She suddenly took a sip of wine, her body became hot, and then she sat limply on the ground.

Everything in the room seemed quiet, and the silence was maddening and disgusting.

The shopkeeper finally came up, he smiled and put it on the table and went downstairs.

Yang Qing pulled Wusheng and walked to the table.

"This is good stuff, you ate him."

The pot is indeed a good thing, and it is a great medicinal herb for men、......。

Silent, already sighing, he chose a bowl of rice porridge on the side.

Yang Qingjiao smiled.

"The gun god is the gun god, and he is very professional in choosing things."

Silent without life.

"That bowl of rice porridge is made with seventy or eighty old ginseng, your vision is really good."

Silent without life.

After eating a bowl of rice porridge, he stared at and poked the waves like a gun.

"Are you full?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"What does it mean to be good?"

"I'm looking for you to duel."

The waves suddenly fell to the ground lightly, the muscles on his face gradually stopped relaxing, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.

"I can't duel with you."

"Why?"

"Duel must be sincere, my heart is not sincere."

Silent without life.

"My heart is not sincere, and I will not kill you now."

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Because it's not good enough to kill you now."

Silent without life.

"It's a loss to kill you now, I'll make a move when the price of killing you is higher."

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared coldly at the waves.

"You won't regret it?"

"Maybe, but I won't change my mind."

Lang Hua suddenly stared at Yang Qing, staring at every inch of Yang Qing's body, staring extremely carefully.

His breath grew thicker, the smile on his face stiffened, the light in his eyes grew burning, and then blood slowly flowed from his nose.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and hugged Wusheng and kissed him on the neck.

"You seem to be very angry?"

The waves were silent, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be enduring some kind of torment, as if he was about to go crazy and collapse.

"Are you putting up with something?"

Lang Hua stared at Yang Qing's body, and finally let out a long breath.

Then he slowly lowered his head, walked downstairs, and walked out the door.

The wind swept outside the door, and he quickly disappeared into the wind, as if he were a fallen leaf, and he did not know where or when.

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, staring and poking out the window with empty eyes.

The back of the waves has gradually disappeared, an extremely lonely, extremely empty back.

Where did he go? When will you come back?

Does he go to a place that doesn't make him lonely and empty? If you don't feel lonely and empty, will you be happy and joyful? Will it be easy to get tired and weak? Is it easy for a man to lose his fighting spirit, lose his courage, and lose his confidence?

The room was warm and there was no wind, and the wind was completely blocked out, and the cold could not come in.

Isn't this the happiest and happiest place on earth? No wind, no chill, isn't it beautiful and happy enough?

Then she should smile and enjoy the pleasure and pleasure that a woman gets.

She didn't smile, not a single bit.

The room was extremely quiet, quiet and indescribably lonely and empty, deep in the soul of loneliness and emptiness.

She loosened her cloak and clung to his body, a stone-like body, indescribably hard, stable, and warm.

She didn't speak, her body was twitching slightly, her breath was gradually becoming unsteady, and even the light in her eyes was twitching slightly, twitching her loneliness and emptiness.

His lips twitched and opened and closed, as if he could no longer say anything.

Wusheng was already sighing, standing like a stone statue.

"Do you know where the waves went?"

"I know that the place he goes to is not very civilized, but business has always been very good."

She is not a girl, and her youth has passed, so she can see a lot of things that she should see, and she can see a lot of things that she can't see.

These things are not something that can be experienced by talking about them, nor are they something that can be understood by learning them casually.

There may be only one way to understand and comprehend these things, and that is to experience, and only through one's own personal experience can one truly experience and truly feel it.

This is also a knowledge that a girl will never have.

The evening breeze is gradually gentle, the wind has gradually disappeared, and I don't know where the madness is.

Perhaps the wind has been overly cheerful and overjoyed during the day, and has gradually become weak, and has become tired and weak, and has fallen down, turning its breath into softness in the face of the sky.

The gentleness is also gradually disappearing, is it completely lost its fighting spirit? Loss of courage? Losing confidence? Loss of strength?

The sun has set in the west, and there is no wind.

Heaven and earth have gradually become vigorous and vigorous.

At this time, it is also the time when the sunset is the most charming and ecstatic, and countless young boys and girls will face it when their love is sublimated to the point that they cannot bear it, and they will vigorously promise how to love each other, and how to swear a few words, and then they will quietly wait for it to fall, and loneliness will come to the earth, and they will both go to their favorite places and pick sweet and delicious forbidden fruits,......。

The color of loneliness in Yang Qing's eyes gradually faded, and the color of joy became stronger.

She pointed to the sunset outside the house, the blood-red sunset, so red that it seemed to be the lips of a girl in a lover's dream, indescribably seductive and ecstatic.

"Let's go out for a walk."

Neither is alive nor moving.

"Just a moment, and I'll be back when it's dark."

Neither is alive nor moving.

"If you don't go out, I'll strip naked, scream hard, and yell at you......."

Wusheng was already sighing, and suddenly interrupted her.

"Okay."

Yang Qingjiao smiled and pulled Wusheng and walked downstairs.

The blood path downstairs has been wiped clean and disappeared, and you will never slip when you walk on it.

The sun has set outside, and the fallen leaves are indescribably brisk and gentle, falling to the ground as if an amorous girl fell into the arms of her lover.

There was no wind.

Even the wind seems to have hid because of excessive shyness and shame.

The ripples of the pond are not strong, but they are more gentle and affectionate.

Inside, the two pairs of fish jumped back and forth, as if they couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and shook the seeds.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and started to float, a stone entered her hand and threw it, and it took more than a dozen consecutive drifts to fall into the water.

The sun was setting, and she was powerless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the pool with empty eyes.

The water in the pool has reflected a person.

A smiling man, smiling as if he were a weasel, a weasel without a trace of kindness.

This man is a wave, and the wave has swung a knife, and the knife flashes by.

In the withered yellow meadow, a snake has been cut into seven.

When it fell, it no longer moved, as if it had been frozen and frozen to death by the light of the Sen Sen knife.

His body looked extremely tired and weak, the knife was slowly unsheathed, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he had collapsed and had no strength.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the waves like a spear.

"It's hard to find you to duel."

The waves hung their heads, already wheezing, and even the wheezing sound was extremely weak and tired.

"Yes, but not without chance."

"You won't have a chance."

Not far away stood a woman, a woman like a snake, with a long in her hand, staring at the waves like a snake.

The waves stared into the pool, and poisonous snakes appeared in the pool.

"Evil snake flower?"

"Yes."

"Can you give a?"

"Yes."

"You're going to get a now?"

"Yes."

"You're going to die if you blow a job?"

"Yes."

"Please."

Snake Flower is silent.

She had seen the sword light had been swung out, Sen Han's knife light, Sen Han's figure.

So she slowly played the flute.

The sound of the flute had risen, twisting and writhing like a snake, and drifting out and fluttering.

Everything under the sound of the flute suddenly twisted and writhed, twisting and writhing like a snake, extremely slowly, extremely weak.

The figure suddenly fell, twisted, and writhed, and the sword light suddenly twisted, writhed, and disappeared.

The waves gritted their teeth and endured.

He didn't have to endure it long before he saw the snake flower of the twisted and writhed and floated over.

A twisted, twisted knife kept poking into the chest and pulling it out, doing it back and forth.

Langhua's face has been distorted and deformed, and there is still a trace of unwillingness and resentment at the corners of his mouth.

He was lifeless, and the snake flower seemed to have not found it, and still kept poking.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of a poisonous snake spitting out a red letter, which is indescribably weird and peculiar.

The smile on her face had drifted out, and her smile was twisted and writhing, as if it was very pleasant and enjoyable.

The waves have fallen, twisted, writhed and fallen.