The Anarchic Consort

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid?" Another boss, Caso, bent his slender fingers, and just poked the soft, tender face, and he was turned around by the evil spirits, avoiding the movement.

Caso snorted and sighed: "I can't touch it."

Baili Shangxie looked at him with no expression, his voice was not cold or hot: "You are a **** of death, and the gas on him does not affect him."

"Is it like this?" Cassow wrinkled his face. Why didn't he know that there was such a saying.

Ice is obviously more reliable, and the notepad in the hand is combined. There is no temperature in the voice: "He is not yet open and your body is different. The magic of your father is too strong, and it has an impact on him. Put it in the coffin, if your father can come back, everything will be fine."

There was no talk in the hundred miles, and no one refused to deal with death as before.

For him now, nothing is more important than his younger brother.

On the hundredth, the evil spirits bent on the small waist, and put the little Helian dust in his own softest coffin, and did not leave, just watching the little man next to him.

Helian was uncomfortable, and he fed him with the prepared water. His fingers touched the head of the little man, like a monk.

Cassault shook his head in disbelief: "I didn't expect this poisonous little devil to be a brother."

"He used to only know how to eat people, and the devil is like this." The voice of the ice is very heavy: "Especially the demon after the demonization, often do not have a lot of self-consciousness to make things regret for himself, let alone he is A purebred demon, killing is nothing but a means of survival for him. Devils are inherently deceitful and selfish. Don't you like them?"

Casso smiled: "I really don't like them, but the devil is not the dirtiest than humans, so if this thing can be solved perfectly, probably we don't need us to take it? I don't want to be with that man. If you fight, you will only lose very badly. Even if you don’t win the king, isn’t it? But if you are ice, it may last for a long time.”

"Don't talk to me in front of me." Ice pushed the glasses on the high nose: "I won't fight, everything will change."

What is the variable?

Caso looked out the window, yeah, that person should appear.

The gods of death are not wrong.

At the bottom of the Hades, Manzhushahua really came to a man at the end.

He is no longer an old-time dress, wearing a white shirt and coffee-colored trousers. The whole person is clean like a moon hanging high in the sky, warm and rich.

Behind him, followed by a gloomy little man, the little man holding a small gourd, with thick dark circles, clearly see who is a ghost, but because of the man's sleeves This action is extraordinarily cute.

The long white hair of Bai Lijiajue was dyed with dark ink, and the wet one was hitting him in front of him, letting the river fill the robes and the blood of his chest mixed together, motionless.

The man walked to the side of the Bailijiajue, and then paused, his eyes gliding through the face of Helen Vivi: "She is still the same as in the Tianmi Mountain. As long as I encounter your business, the first reaction is to save you. ""

The Bailijiajue slowly raised his head and his voice sank: "The scenery is unparalleled?"

"It’s rare to see you so embarrassed." The unparalleled words were said to the Bailijiajue, but his eyes have never been removed from Helen Weiwei. It was the gentleness of indulging for thousands of years: "In this case, she It’s not a vain pay, do you know why she had to sculpt the Buddha in the past? Because she didn’t want to follow the orders of Buddhism to hunt you.”

The Bailijiajue suddenly shocked, and the fingers were more tight, as if they had lost all their consciousness.

"From the time I met her, she could only live on Mount Tianmi. Unlike other people, she didn't have her own palace. It was like a snowy place. It was the place where she practiced. When she was very young, she liked it very much. The buns, each time holding a steamed buns and sitting underneath me, quietly, the people of Buddhism would never play with her.” Jing Wushuang took his eyes back and placed them on the face of Bai Lijiajue: "But she always goes to that place, like someone."

"Before, I always thought that I knew her earlier, and later I realized that the person she was looking for was you." Jing Wushuang squatted down and looked at Helen Weiwei: "She is always different from others. So many people enter the Buddha in Tianmi Mountain. Who doesn’t want Jinlian’s body protection, but she poured the hard-working fairy water on me. If I can meet her earlier, then she likes it now. The person will be me. I always think so in the Tianmi Mountain. I want to change my mind, but I forgot that this kind of thing has nothing to do with who I met earlier, because that makes her no longer lonely. The person full of expressions is you."

The Baili Jiajue was wet and stopped, and the chest seemed to be shredded by something.

A lot of blood flowed out silently from inside.

He originally thought that she said that when he left, it was the most painful.

However, when he saw her standing still in front of him, he really realized the pain that humans said.

Like one after another, the lines are densely covered with the entire chest.

With hate, with unwillingness, with an unprecedented distress.

The scenery is unparalleled, and the fingers of the slender white are loose. It is the feather of the phoenix: "It’s just to salvage the soul. There is no guarantee that she will wake up. She needs the Buddha to gather souls. I came back to me. Planting the edge, in the future, treat her well."

The language fell, and Wu Wushuang stood up.

He did not look at the picture behind.

The little man was behind him, and his eyes looked at him: "Master, why don't you see her, you obviously want to see the adult for a long time."

"She doesn't need it." Jing Wushuang reached out and licked the head of the little man. The scorpion was a desolate: "This is good. I don't want her to think she is owing me."

The little man doesn't understand why emotions are so complicated.

But the little man knows very well that if it wasn't for a piece of blood from Helen Weiwei, the master would never come back.

Now the master has returned everything to the grown-up, and everything should be over.

How could it end?

That 10,000 steps of worship Buddha Road, sincere decapitation.

Not everyone can do it.

As a small person who complains about the baby, he will not understand how Helen Weiwei exists for King Wushuang.

Sometimes it is because it is too important.

Will choose to silently quit, retreat to a good friend's position, let her feel that she is no longer owed...

To the reader: May 11, 2016, 23:18, second, what?