The Anarchic Consort

Tashi is very serious about preparing the preparations. The most important thing for this guest is meat and wine, then some resistant fruits and a large bucket of pure water, all of which are placed on a raft. On the top, and then use the rope to cover the body of the Tibetan Mastiff, you can let it go with these things.

There was only one box of things. Tashi didn't know what it was. When he pushed Helen Weiwei, he used the blunt Chinese saying: "This is sent by the people on the side of Tang Shao, and it is just arrived at the tent. You want Take it away?"

"Yes, I need it very much, thank you, Tashi." The work of the bundle was still done by Helen Weiwei. After all, Tashi was bold enough to see that the dog would be involuntarily afraid.

After everything was ready, Helen Weiwei's fingers tightened the chain and walked into the endless cocoa.

The white misty plateau snow line, every line on the mainland symbolizes the unique profit and precision of ethnic minorities.

Just what Tashi didn’t think was that Helen Weiwei didn’t sit on the wooden board like the people who used to travel, but walked in front of the black devil’s dog and buckled the coat’s hat on his head. Those beautiful eyes.

Such a person, standing in the darkness, the dark windbreaker was blown by the wind, the pace of walking on the ice sheet was steady, her left hand was wrapped around a pure white bandage, and the right hand chained the chain, and it seemed to be lingering. A black mist that can't be scattered.

Being alone and arrogant, omnipotent.

Tashi scratched his head and always felt that such a person was rare, but the most taboo thing about customer business was curiosity.

So, Tashi did not say anything more, turned his head into the tent, and he would welcome a few high-altitude explorers tomorrow.

Helen Weiwei walked to the side of the cliff and looked at the distant mountains and snows that lingered in the snow all year round. He did not waste a little time and began to bend over to build a tent.

Then she put the coffin into the tent.

At that moment, countless other flowers were opened one after another, forming a scene inlaid on it, forming a strange and grand scene.

In full bloom, each one is in full bloom, delicate and delicate, with the fragility of the morning, but enchanting only makes people feel glamorous.

Helen Weiwei was sinking, and she knew very well what the bloom of the death bouquet meant.

However, these can't stop what she is going to do next.

Helian Weiwei opened the wooden box, and the light was still cool.

If Tashi knows what it is in it, it will definitely scare his face.

She reached for two bags and placed them in the glacier outside the tent, then lit a portable stove and added a piece of wood to it.

When it was almost the same time, Helian Weiwei pushed the black cockroach, and the man inside was still sleeping quietly.

In his chest, a gorgeous mandala blooms, so many bouquets, only one is dark red, and the sinking is like blood.

Two sharp fangs came out of his thin lips. It was a face that could reverse the sentient beings. It was expensive, elegant, and axe.

He lay there so quietly, slender hands and laps, elegantly placed on the chest, long and thick eyelashes to form a shadow, looks like a pure angel.

But Helen Weiwei knew that he would not be an angel, the devil's fangs had already been revealed, and when this person woke up again, no one could guarantee what would happen.

Helen Weiwei leaned on the coffin and slowly closed her eyes. She needed to rest, because only by ensuring good physical strength can she deal with the next thing.

One night's flight, Helen Weiwei soon entered the shallow sleep, when I woke up again, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

There was only a sporadic Mars left in the fire, and there was darkness and silence.

In the vagueness, it seems that you can smell the smell of blood, just at the tip of your nose, very bloody.

Helen Weiwei immediately stood up and looked over behind him. The black coffin was empty, and there were many empty blood bags in the tent, one after another, marked with blood type and name.

Helen Weiwei wrinkled and walked out of the tent directly. The mist in the plains had begun to fade away, leaving only a white cyan.

That is the sign of the sunrise.

The Bailijiajue sat on the glacier, and the sleeves were like flowers that were lined with white wrists. He licked his blood bag and squatted and enjoyed the fun of smoking.

Although, the taste of this blood is not optimal.

However, he is extremely hungry and needs to fill up with blood.

He saw that Helen Weiwei came over, the evil spirits hooked the thin lips, the white teeth were slightly exposed, and there was still a trace of blood on the corners of the mouth.

Fortunately, there is no one in the world, but there is no one in the world. Otherwise, anyone who looks at it will cause unexpected panic.

He is still beautiful and can't move his eyes, but the skin of the sickly skin and the corners of the micro-hooks can't be concealed: "Human?"

Helen Weiwei noticed the excitement of the Bailijiajue, but the excitement of the devil has always been different from ordinary people.

When they first joined the WTO, they were purely like an angel with black wings.

At the end of the turbidity, I learned the human madness and greed.

Therefore, the devil is a hundred states, but elegantly like a magician, evil spirits into the bones, let people fall but do not know.

"The smell of good fragrance." Bai Lijiajue threw the blood bag on his hand aside, his voice was slightly low, his eyes were looking at Helen Weiwei, and his tongue tipped toward his lips.

Helen Weiwei’s heart sinks.

Already started?

The complete loss of memory.

Her prince forgot her.

The cold outside is cold, and when the wind blows on the face, it hurts cold.

Helianweiwei’s fingers stiffened for a long time, and then she recovered. She did not go to the knife in her hand, but picked up the blanket on the side and walked over: “It’s cold, the next time it’s coming out. , remember to poke something."

The scorpion of Bailijia is deep, and he looks at Helen Weiwei who is approaching him. One reaches out and pulls the person into his arms. The voice is evil: "It turned out to be my owner. No wonder the taste would be so good, but you put I brought this place, what do I want to do? Stop me hunting, oh, it’s naive."

"In no one's place, my aura can delay the spread of your magic." Helen Weiwei looked at him, not hiding: "There is no human being here for hundreds of miles, no one will affect you." You don't have to think about hunting everywhere. The blood bags in the tent are enough for you to drink for seven days. Now, let me go in first."

To the reader: May 5, 2016 at 21:25, the first one, what?