World champions can do whatever they want

He grinned and smiled.

"Hey, buddy, some people sit here."

"No, casual."

Ohisho shaken his head.

Porridge porridge will grab the small leaves and give a few people.

The few men laughed, kicking the chair and sat down, looked at the porridge porridge and the two sizes of the two sizes, and finally couldn't help.

"You are old, thank you friends."

The porridge porridge does not speak, just a blink of blink of blinking, innocent.

His voice, saying that there will always be unknown outsiders, so he also learned, and he didn't know, most of us did not speak very much.

Looking at the bokey and laughing on the side.

"What's wrong, study porridge."

"Yeah yeah."

"Don't say it is quite like."

"I haven't lived for two months in porridge porridge!"

"Yeah, it's a pity, I haven't had a small porridge brand!"

Several people are awkward, but they can't help but laugh.

In an interview, I didn't talk about the sign of porridge. I didn't expect that I haven't lived in two months now, and there is still a waters to remember.

Since it is a waters who play the gods, they will be free, although they are still between the small circles and the small circles, but always is relaxed.

A table person is welcoming tea, with a melon seed, and I will talk three or two magic gods from time to time, waiting quietly.

The wedding and southern provinces are not the same, but they are also small.

About half an hour is about 7:00.

I don't know what I have, the environment surrounded is suddenly quiet.

The entire hall is slow, and in the golden hall of the crown, I dressed in a suit, holding the Ye Fei of his arm, slowly gone.

The light is all the way, with the direction of the two walks, gradually lit.

Several people sit in a remote corner, looking at the once teammates, from the red carpet, slowly.

"It's so good." He said that he bite his smoke.

"Yeah, you are so young." Porridge porridge should also ... he is a low voice, talking in a small circle, but there is no problem.

Only small leaves left home, shrink in the corner.

Section 298 296, miracle.

Two people walk in the light, walk on the fresh red carpet, and the guests in the hall are sitting in the round table.

Single, today, Lao Xie and Ye Fei are a well-deserved protagonist.

Waiting for them from the front of them, crossing the top of the stage.

Old symbols this to vomit the cigarette butt.

"How is the rice yet, starving."

Old Liu Shen was a little bit.

Porridge porridge is peeled with melon seeds to eat small leaves.

Urgent.

This group of people, lazy disadvantages, a little serious or blessing emotions, but all.

The audio of the hall is playing all kinds of folk songs that are often heard in the tour of the South.

The tune is gentle, whispered.

The huge gantry on the background of the stage, it is flashing, two from acquiescence, to cognition, until the last process.

A lot of photos.

A portion is taken in the studio.

There is also a part, it is old and Ye Fei, still in a green time.

The songs of the ear are still singing.

"... Maybe I hit the South Wall, I will look back ... Maybe I will meet the Yellow River will die ..."

It is a very nice female voice.

Porridge porridge is no solve.

"It's going to hit the South Wall."

"This is a metaphor, a metaphor." Liu Ziwei explained him: "It means that it doesn't hit the South Wall."

"Oh, but I hit it or I didn't plan to look back." Porridge porridge understood.

"So you said that you are hard." Liu Ziwei said that this is not a ridicule.

The two reviews are all about the art cells, and the custom is inevitable.

Ai Chen is heard so good and funny.

She smashed her head, gently shaking, followed by the music in the hall, whispering.

I will not go through this road ... then go to death on this road.

That's not hitting the South Wall.

The small leaves are still the strict look, and the right hand holds the gang and look at their own sisters and brother-in the stage.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

then.

The stage of the stage.

The big screen reflected in the photo.

Flashing this photo.

The photo is a bit old, reverse time, seems to floating a lot of years ago, that Seattle, the paper flowers, the sky, the scene, the light shining stage.

Photo on the photo.

Five teenagers.

The smile is satisfied and flying, hugging together.

This is a precious old photo that has never appeared in any media.

Even most people first aware that the stage is not, where is the stage.

Only players who pay attention to the world of Devils.

At this table, several of the other demon gods world players, they smiled.

"It seems that it is ... WOD event's leading stage?"

"How can it be."

"The five are Chinese people, no one knows."

"The middle of the middle seems to be old!"

"Several fewer eyes are very familiar ..."

They said, but it seems like what I think of, I looked elsewhere, my dumb, but I was saying.

A man is aware of a possibility.

miracle.

However, Yu Ran, sitting on the side, and Liu Ziwei, but still face.

Only Ai Chen.

Rapid heartbeat.

Uncontrolled, heartbeat speed.

Just like just before the door, they called her to take a photo, she hesitated and didn't want to go in.

Because she felt that they were gathered in so many years, I met again, just like it was again created.

It is a little fun to say that the idea is a little, and she doesn't want to disturb such a history.

Can now.

That photo on the big screen.

It is true history.

"Why did it come." Liu Ziwei said.

"WOD3." Heili smiled: "Our last champion."

The last champion.

The atmosphere in the scene became a little quiet for a time.

The wedding company is still in the face, and he turns his head as the atmosphere is quiet. Obviously, he doesn't play the god of Devil, and I don't know how important this photo is, a little god for a few seconds, and I raise the microphone.

"I am sorry, this photo should be coming out of our technicians to make mistakes ..."

Because of the side, even the new lady Ye Fei is not in the lens.

Some just, five and a large teenager.

Yefei has shaken his head.

on the stage.

I also saw this photo.

He turned his head, knead his eyes, licking his wife, for a while, in the eyes, some complex.

"... Where did you find this photo."

"You lost in the computer." Ye Fei smiled: "It is very deep, I thought it didn't want what I saw. I didn't expect, it is a few old photos."

"... Yes, it is very old."

Lao Xie stood at the center of the stage, and finally controlled some emotions. He quietly had a few seconds, and he slowly opened.

"How to put this photo up, don't you like me playing games?"

Some sound is somewhat dry.

Ye Fei smiled, this laugh, but it is a laugh.

"I don't like it."

The big leaves nodded.

"Every time I see you, I will always blame, I will be annoyed, I will be angry. At that time, I will always think, a game, why is it so angry, since I will be angry, then I don't play. ... so I don't like you to play games. "

I am sibling, and I don't speak.

Ye Fei has a mouth.

"Later I found, although you lose the game, it will be sad, it will be sad. But, you will win the game, it will be very happy."

I'm looking at my wife behind my face.

"Actually, there is a saying that I want to tell you very early, but I am afraid that you will be tail." Ye Fei looked and looked at it.

"What, I am listening to." I went to nod.