Zombie World: Marry Ren Tingting at the Beginning

Three people believe that such a good skin must be dedicated to the left and right: protective gear.

If there are left and right: guards, they can hammer three 3 heads: whoever dares to ask for their skin, all four of them have strong spirits, waiting for Fan Jun to come back with pork belly.

My sister got up now, lighted the stove with the firewood, and picked up some dried plums.

Fan Jun washed the pork belly, cut it into small pieces, and prepared to stew with plums.

Ryan Lan stood in the yard, watching several people rubbing their hands in front and back.

Cousin Ryan Lan said: "Will the old man come and hold hands?"

Ryan Lan's face darkened: "No."

They left happily again.

When the plum stew pot came out, the attractive aroma filled the whole house.

Fan Junchi took a deep breath and shouted, "Master! The food is good!"

Everyone moved their index fingers, and Ryan Lan walked into the house lightly because he couldn't smell it.

He picked up the cutlery and took a bite.

When the cousin just picked up the chopsticks, Ryan Lan finished and couldn't help complaining: "Why is this girl such an unruly woman eating at the table?"

Ryan Lan heard that he stopped eating after cutting his chopsticks."

Cousin Gorky: "You, you,"

Fan Jun went into battle quickly: "The door boss likes to eat as much as possible.

Cousin, don't be angry, Mingo will stew you more."

The atmosphere suddenly changed: embarrassing.

Ryan Lan said nothing and ate a whole bowl in front of everyone's terrified eyes.

At night, Ryan Lan lay on the bed in the guest room and waited quietly.

Finally, in the middle of the night, he waited for three people.

Cousin: "Are you asleep?"

Sister she was eaten by her.

"The two cousins ​​said, "Come on, while she's still alive.

It's not good to wait for the new clothes to die."

cousin for a second.

The three carefully pushed the door open, touched the bed, and raised their hands... Ryan Lan jumped off the bed, kicked two feet with one foot, shook his wrist, and stabbed several long needles into their acupuncture points, and then fixed them on the bed.

Then the other hand grabbed her sister's neck and pressed the man against the bedpost.

Ryan Lan threw out a flame, lit a candle, and said coldly: "Don't you look at your skin? The shadow of the shaking candlestick scattered like a ghost in Ryan Lan.

The younger sister grabbed Lan Enlan's finger and struggled: "Shouldn't you be treated with a thing?"

Three pairs of eyes watched her finish.

Ryan Lan heard the news, pinched her sister's neck, and squeezed her against the bedpost: "And said that it was so unpalatable that it almost didn't spit out."

My sister's ears were buzzing and her head was wet and sticky: "It's useless how possible!"

The cousins ​​on the bed are fixed and can only move their lips: superiors, superiors, spare us! Feilu reminds you: three things to read

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As the three 3 churches were seriously injured and undressed, they even ran to her and asked the Witch King for help, Ying Zhongyue's eyelids kept on: jumping.

Especially after hearing "Ryan"

, "Yu Baiyue"

and "people are dead"

after.

Even a drizzle of whispers wouldn't make her comfortable.

Of course, what should happen still occurs.

Hear "Ryan Gate is coming"

, Ying Zhongyue has been mentally prepared for a few days.

When she saw Lin Xuan, she was relieved and smiled gently, "Wait for you for a few days! Lin Xuan also smiled, lowered his head, sat in front of Ying Zhongyue, and said enthusiastically: "Look Come, His Highness the Witch King already knows, just to save the rest of the tongue."

Ying Zhongyue giggled in her heart, her smile squeezed out of her face.

This strict prescription is not as good as Ryan Lan.

Yan Fangren gently infiltrated his bones and blood in the high pressure environment of his childhood, so that most of the time he did not know how to express his anger.

As a result, the more angry he was, the more tender he would appear.

He was in trouble when he was so soft that it was dripping.