Above the house, the clouds are light and the wind is light; under the beams, the bottom of the kettle is drawn.

Inside the house, there was a miasma of smoke, and outside the street, there was no silver here.

The huge castle, the magnificent Chang'an, can not sweep away the beacon fire, sweep away the chaos, and even sweep away the vicissitudes of life.

A tavern that has attracted a storm in the martial arts, a group of diners who have seen through the spring flowers and autumn moon, a pair of martial artists who are accustomed to fighting with their lives, and a female streamer who has seen through the tricks of the rivers and lakes.

Sitting motionless on the bench, seeing that his savior might be killed by the enemy, at a critical moment, he simply put aside his disgust and disgust for him, looked at the man in the hat and stated sincerely: "This uncle, I'm really sorry, my son-in-law is reckless by nature, and he doesn't think about it and has no sense of proportion, so that he collided with the uncle and caused such a stalemate. I also hope that Uncle has a large number of them, and will be able to forgive him and spare his life. The little woman is willing to kowtow to you to settle her grievances. As soon as he said that, Toqingyu's knees slammed to the ground......

Suddenly, the joints of his whole body could not move, and he was stunned like a chicken, he was meditating hard, meditating on why Hu Qingyu wanted to save himself, why he didn't care about his hatred for knocking Lu Yinxiao into the sky, why he would call himself "her" son-in-law, all of this is really too unbelievable.

Bu Sheyin felt that Hu Qingyu's words and demeanor were really unreasonable, illogical, and inconsistent with her current relationship with herself. So, Bu Sheyin still gritted his teeth and scolded: "Damn stinky girl, who told you to open your mouth, what nonsense is you talking nonsense? I'm not dead, why are you trying to please him......? I'm angry!...... Stupid girl like a pig!" As she spoke, she twisted her neck desperately, trying to turn her neck behind her to look at Hu Qing's rumors and scolding, but she never succeeded.

At the same time, the man in the hat stretched his head in front of Bu Sheyin's face, and his nose touched his nose and scolded fiercely: "Hmph, look at your bear-like appearance, your wife still has to intercede for you! She is begging me to let you go, but what about you, you still have to insult her, and I don't want to think that people are just a girl, a girl, it is simply unreasonable and hateful!" Bu Sheyin retorted: "She is not my wife, you don't listen to her nonsense!" The man in the hat stared at Bu Sheyin's eyes with contempt and said, "Why, death is coming, you are even" Don't you dare to admit it? The girl's family is as guarded as jade, and chastity is more important than life, will she still be a woman? You don't bow your head to me in life or death, right, good, very good! Amazing, amazing, really powerful! Stubborn and tenacious, rigid and stubborn, he can really be regarded as a man, and even the scum of the bones is permeated with toughness!" Speaking of this, Bu Shooting Silver was completely annoyed, and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes and screamed: "Are you so long-winded? If you want to kill, you will kill!"

Although the man in the hat is cruel and vicious, he is also a pure man who has been "wounded" in his youth, and has a holy soul that will never marry. A man who can even make vows for the sake of his beloved woman, where would he bear to break up other human couples and husband and wife lovers. So, in addition to melancholy, the man's magic hand quickly waved back and forth, telescopic and transformed, and unlocked the acupoint where the silver was pointed. Then it moves instantaneously and disappears into thin air. Before leaving, he gently stroked Hu Qingyu's face.

Tavern girl, gentle and sensible. Pull out your sleeves and go, and your hands will have a lingering fragrance.

If you ask the man who has the surname of the hat, he must reminisce about the past and revisit the old language, or he must recall the East China Sea and go back to the past and the present. Sure enough, as expected, this person's surname is "Murong", and his single name is "Ping".

Bu Sheyin packed his bags with a gloomy face, took Hu Qingyu's hand again, and muttered both cold and warm: "You shouldn't kneel for him." Toqing was speechless.

The two left the tavern and died.

Always self-righteous foot shooting silver, for the first time in his life to meet the opponent, and was beaten by the opponent without the power to fight back, since then, finally comprehended the "strong in their own strong in the hand", "outside the mountain there are mountains, outside the people there are people" the true meaning. Since then, my heart has changed greatly, and I have begun to try to integrate into this society, to integrate into this rivers and lakes, to write about ordinary and ordinary life, and to chase the small and mature realm. Maybe he never thought that his future life attainments would be as high as the "five old real people"!

And Murong Ping, who is not confused, has a very different skill in dividing his muscles and bones than he did eighteen years ago, and his new skills are also very different from those in the past. In other words, he was and he is now, the two are completely incomparable, and they are the same.

The south of the northern country, the hidden source of the peach source, the side of the bamboo forest, and the shore of the small pool. A woman with pink makeup stands on the bridge in the heart of the pond, with a curled face and a fluttering skirt, bending her bow and holding arrows while looking down on the river.

Endure the ice, endure the ice, why endure the truth, endure the truth......

I can't guess it, I can't guess it, he has a heart in his heart, who to leave behind, he doesn't stop dying, he doesn't stop dying, he would rather be ashamed than lose. Many entanglements, many entanglements, although there is a mouth, the words are difficult to grasp; unbearable smell, unbearable smell, looking at the dream, looking forward to the romance.

The silk and bamboo are tactful and green, and the blue wave pond is clear. The budding lotus flowers come out of the tender leaves, and the flowers are decorated with pink shirts.

I saw the woman in pink makeup staring into the distance of the lotus pond, stretching her flat chest, looking at it quietly, as if thinking about her love, as if she was prostrating because of the charming man. What intoxicated her was the dragonfly in the pool. What intoxicates the dragonfly is her misty eyes and graceful reflections.

She admired the elegant picture of the dragonfly dotting the water, she gazed at the wonderful moment when the insect laid eggs, and she imagined that one day she would be able to meet "dear him", raise her eyebrows, kiss me and me, and linger in a different way.

Who was she? Who would be the "he" she had been thinking about for a long time? Everything in the silence, everything in the condensation, was shattered the moment she drew her bow and arrows. I only saw the flash of arrows and dragonflies, and a bright lotus flower in the distance of the lake suddenly withered.

Since she was separated from her biological brother eight years ago, she is full of loneliness, and she is lonely all day long, whispering all day long, and taking the bow as fun. It wasn't until not long ago that I met a famous martial arts celebrity, hugged him, and slept with him, and I tasted the joy of life for the first time.

How do you know, the is romantic, coincidentally, pampered and trusted, hiding dirt and dirt!

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