The child with a white face and a sturdy face turned his head in a circle, and then he continued to follow the grown-ups, and his body disappeared in the depths of the alley.

Chen Ping's look is self-confident, and he does not continue to look at the scenes on the other side. He blinks his eyes on the door of the town demon, just ordinary yellow paper material, it is not too distressed to use. The previous big rain, the threshold was soaked in rain, but it was firmly attached to the door panel by Chen Ping.

On the door is the two most common painted martial arts gods in the market. I don’t know if it is the martial temple sage who enjoys incense in Tongyezhou, or the great meritorious person in the history of Shenxiangguo.

More than half of this year has passed, the painted door gods are blown by the wind, the sun is fading, the fading is faint, and there is a bit of gloom. There is a hint of decay and anger.

After Chen Ping’s martial arts and four martial arts, he was full of temperament and strength, and his soul was tough. The way of looking at this world and the earth, with some changes, similar to the temperament of the temper, can capture the spiritual flow of the silk, especially in After wearing the golden plaque, with the degree of the aura of this robe, mutual verification, and a lot of gains.

Looking up at the two door gods that look like a bright, bright and sturdy attire, in fact, a little divine aura, has long since disappeared in the long river, by the sullen gas of this strange alley, bit by bit, eat away.

Is this a heroic shortness?

Chen Ping sighed and sighed, picking up the heel with his fingers, and smoothing the tiny folds of the charm, a treasure tower town demon, according to the market price, how many pairs of painted gods can be bought? At the thought of this, Chen Pingan was somewhat annoyed. The general meaning of those ghosts and evil spirits, Chen Pingan knows well, this is in the next Mawei, probably wants him and Lutai so two strong foreigners, interested in some Leave this place early, and the wells on both sides will not commit river water.

Chen Pingan walked into the yard and closed the door. Since Lu Xing woke up, she completely lost her sleepiness. She moved to the door like Chen Ping and sat in the door. Without Chen Ping’s opening, Lutai actively explained: “Some lines The shallow femininity scares and scares people, and most of them harm the people who are weak in the yang of the congenital yang, or when they walk the night, they suddenly scare them, screaming at the moment of the soul, and stealing a little soul. Or in the portals where the ancestors did not have a virtue, the door **** failed, when the people were selected to do nightmares, do the ghost press, um, there are some guys who are uncomfortable, do not understand the rules, in some femininity The wandering ghost road peeed and **** himself up."

Lutai took out the bamboo fan, and slammed it, and the coolness in the courtyard disappeared. There was no more point and warmth in the rain. In the rain, a trace of gray smoke rose and swirled away.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "There are no ghosts in this group of ghosts. They are a virtue with the living people of Feiyingbao. They can't see the depth of the tricks at a glance. Unfortunately, the town demon is replaced by Zhang Jiatian, or The high-powered Master of Lingbao School, with your material..."

Lutai paused for a moment and deliberately sprinkled salt on Chen Ping’s wounds. "You only need to stick a note at the gate of Feiyingbao, you can shelter these hundreds of people, at least three years and five years, not to be disturbed by femininity. , like a layman like you, just relying on a purely vomiting spit on the character, destined to be unable to connect the heaven and earth aura, this symbol is the passive water, so can there be a few days of scenery?"

Chen Pingan sat in the opposite chair. "How come you don't show up early?"

Lu Tai smiled and said: "What do I show up? Tell them about it, talk about the customs here. Ask them how to arrange the order in order to scare you? How to make that rain become blood? I will only They are very vocal in telling them that the ghosts are scary. They are not enough to watch. I may not be able to teach them a few tricks when I arrive..."

Lu Tai said that the more he did not say anything, Chen Ping took the wine gourd and pointed out the door, indicating that Lutai could go out and get close to them.

Lutai sat in the same place, did not move like a mountain, and slammed the folding fan. "I have always liked to deal with the demon spirits kept in the family since I was a child. I can even say that I am getting along with each other, I have been used to it for a long time. They are annoying, they are floating outside, and my sleep will only be more stable and sweet."

Chen Pingan wondered: "You yin and yang, you don't have to worry about this?"

Lutai looked up at the rain curtain and whispered: "Not near evil, not knowing good."

Chen Pingan curiously asked: "Is there a hidden ghost in the Eagle Fort?"

Lu Tai nodded. "But why did I say "the feng shui treasure land that was planted and blamed" before the fight?"

Chen Ping nodded and clearly remembered the matter.

Lutai's two hands were lazy on the handlebars, and the big sleeves fell. "If the two of us are dead, the deep forest in the old forest is dead, you feel like planting the martial arts to the Eagle Fortress. Will anyone believe? Naturally, it is a ghost to the ghost of the nest."

Chen Ping’s heart moved and suddenly stood up and walked to the door.

There was a movement in the alleys outside the courtyard. The town’s demon-like golden light rose on the gate, and it flashed away.

Lutai turned his head and smiled: "You don't have to go, those ghosts don't give up, you must eat some losses before you are willing to remember. Now that you have been taught, you should stay away from us in the near future. I want to hear those moving days again." The sound, I want to sleep well, it’s hard.”

Chen Ping opened the courtyard door and crossed the threshold. He looked up and looked at the treasures of the pagoda town. Except for a light stain on the printed mark, Fuxi did not show signs of broken gallbladder and shaking his spirits. He came to test the front of the symbol. Ghostly, as Lutai said, it is true that the road is not high.

Chen Ping returned to the yard and made up his mind. If he still came to provoke, then don't blame him for being a bad neighbor.

Lutai clasped the back of his head with both hands and said: "This Tongyezhou is a very old-fashioned place. I don't like the foreigners of Bizhou. I am here, and the Tianjun of the Luzhou is very honest. I have already given people around. It’s half dead, like you, Baoliangzhou, you can still sit down and have tea, reason, and bargain.

Chen Pingan smashed the mud at the bottom of the boot on the steps. After thinking about it, he slowly said: "Bao Pingzhou is too close to the Luzhou, and the relationship between Daxie and Xie is also very mysterious. It has a relationship. It is not all a continent. The things of the local customs. Land Taiwan, what do you think?"

Lutai said: "You can, Chen Ping, you are now more and more able to stand on the mountain to see the problem, it is worthy of the people who have swayed over the hanging mountain and Jianqi Great Wall."

Chen Pingan is preparing to move the chair back to the house. Lutai suddenly said: "Chen Ping, if you count Ma Wanfa, in fact, they are not difficult to deal with a half-jindan monk. We can win this frame. In fact, it is not easy."

Chen Pingan stood by the chair and asked: "If we both have a chance to play the last Jin Dan, how can we win?"

"Yes, but the odds are not big."

Lu Tai laughed. "Every Jindan monk is almost a hard-hearted generation, and his magical skills are endless. So we will either fight with him or you will be killed by life. You should know, practice. The ninth place of Jinshi, the ninth place of pure Wufu, combined with the previous realms of each of them, is said to be 'overwhelming'."

Chen Ping sat back in the chair and shook his head. "I don't really know, you said it?"

Lu Tai’s eyes lit up. “I told you this. Can you give you one hundred snowflakes when you next officially split?”

Chen Pingan can't smile. "Do you still care about 100 snowflakes?"

Lutai laughed and said: "I certainly don't care about snowflake money. I just like the feeling of taking advantage of it."

Chen Pingan extended a hand and signaled that Lutai could make money.

Lu Tai was in a good mood, kicked his boots, sat cross-legged in a chair, and smiled: "Pure Wufu is six liters and seven, and is known as 'covering the earth'. In addition to speaking the seventh world, it can make Wufu like a fairy. In addition to the wind and the wind, there is also the soul and the courage to be integrated into one, showing the world in front of you, is another scene."

"As for practicing the spirits, you are in the golden world. You are married to Jin Danke, and it is my generation." This golden rule is almost ruined. The real mystery lies in the use of monks before the formation of Jindan. Fascinating, the bottleneck is very big, and there are several houses in the house. You can roughly calculate the total amount of stored aura and fight against people. Just like you want to spend money, you need to save some flowers."

"After the formation of Jindan, the monk stored aura, not limited to a few in the gas house, but like a rich man-made hail, the heat can eat ice, more importantly, it can also borrow the aura from the heavens and the earth, Changshengqiao Changsheng The bridge, said so much, what exactly is it? In addition to embarking on spiritual practice, it is to be able to connect with the heavens and the earth, and to be a small hole in the sky, a great blessed land."

Chen Pingan listened carefully and carefully.

Lu Taixiao asked: "So it is not surprising that the two of us killed so many people in Ma Wanfa, but they did not necessarily win a Jindan monk?"

Chen Ping nodded. "It turns out."

Lu Tai looked like a ghost, wondering: "Do you teach me the boxing, the swordsmanship, and the singer, one who doesn't tell you this?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I don't teach these, the old man who taught me the boxing method, only taught me..."

Chen Pingan stood up and handed it to the rain curtain with a punch. "You have to punch a hand and repel the rain screen."

Chen Ping put his fists in his hands and gently twisted his wrists, such as the strokes of the pen. "To be able to sneak at the end of the pen, you will be a little bit arrogant, and you will be hurricane."

Chen Pingan again grasped the long sword style and gently waved forward. "The big world, no wonder, I have only one sword."

Lu Taiyu looked at the opposite side of the house, the white robe boy who was not quite the same as usual.

Lutai curled up in the chair, hands clasped sleeves, long time no words.

Chen Pingan grinned and took the chair and went back to the house. "You also go to bed early."

Lu Tai seriously asked: "Chen Pingan, between the three, if you can only choose the same, what will you choose?"

Chen Pingan was on the spot. I really didn't think about this question. I thought about it for a moment and replied: "I used to practice boxing to extend my life. It is my foundation. I will continue to practice boxing. If I live long enough, I will I hope I can hit 10 million punches. Of course, during this period, I must be in the seventh position of the martial arts. As for the painting, it is just a means of life-saving. I will not go too deep and let it go. I really want to go far, or... ..."

Chen Ping’s thumb extended and pointed to the sword behind her. “It’s a sword.”

Chen Ping’s look is calm and his eyes are firm. “I want to be a sword fairy, big sword fairy!”

Lutai squinted his head. "What?"

Chen Pingan smiled, did not speak, moved the chair and ran back to the house, closed the door to sleep.

Lu Tai rolled his eyes and didn't sleep. He was bored with his hometown songs. He finally stood up and danced slowly on the chair. The big sleeves flipped like water. After sitting back in the chair, yawning and shaking the fan, or if you are using your fingers to calculate the fortune, you will put your head on the handle of the chair, flipping your tongue and pretending to hang the ghost...

It’s just dawning.

Chen Pingan got up on time, first went to open the door and took back the town demon, and then went back and forth in the eaves to go back and practice the boxing.

Lutai squinted at Chen’s boots. “Looking back to find a pair of us to wear, we don’t have to worry about the rain or snow. It’s expensive, and it can even be invulnerable.”

Chen Pingan did not have a good air: "If you want to do that thing, you have to worry about whether the boots will break, and you will be more and more inconvenienced."

Lutai sighed: "You have no life to enjoy."

Chen Pingan asked: "Is nothing strange after last night?"

Lutai nodded. "It's really there. It seems that some people in the Eagle Fort have bumped into the ghosts. It is not too far from here. The two sides fought loudly, but they were bloody, but there was no dead."

Chen Ping thought for a moment. "Then we walk around during the day to see if we can find out the truth. After I have a few words, I will decide whether to shoot."

Lutai does not matter to this.

Feng Shui is awkward, looking for dragons and acupuncture points, Qimen armor, medical Bu Xingxiang, he is very good at it, no way, the ancestor of the ancestors to eat rice, even if they do not have to learn, all day changed the way to be lazy, but still among the same age It is very annoying to ride the dust.

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Land's three words and two words, understatement, summed up a **** kill.

In fact, for the people in the game at the time, it was far from being so easy.

In the rain curtain last night, there was a young man with a waist-hanging knives in black, and a priest who traveled to this place, accompanied by the night, the look under the fight, a generous death, a worry.

After the heavy rain turned into a soft rain, the two walked into an alley and came to a ruined house that had been abandoned for a long time.

The young Taoist in a smocked coat was white, "The fierceness of the night is extraordinarily heavy!"

In addition, the man was holding a knife, his skin was black, his voice was low, and his teeth were gnashing his teeth: "Let's wait, I don't know how many people are going to die, I can't drag it!"

This alley, there are very few guests, sparsely dredging three or four households, most of them are elderly people who are old and widowed, and often do not contact with outside. The martial arts children of Feiyingbao, young and talented, are more courageous, that is to pick A late night, see who dare to walk alone through this narrow and dark lane.

They all said that there was a **** battle in this alley. Before the Feiyingbao was quiet on the rivers and lakes, the old fortress owner had just passed away. There were a group of gangsters who entered the Eagle Fort, and they dyed their blood. It is not the master of the demon religion, but the master of the evil road, all of whom were killed and wounded by the old fortress.

They accidentally leaked the sound of the wind, and they were caught in the alley of the eagle eagle that had been prepared, and they were stuck in this alley. The battle was smashed and the blood flowed to the ground. Both sides killed and fell, both the head of the murderer and the fly. The heads of the older generation of Eagle Fort, the broken limbs, almost no whole body, it is said that in the final flight of the Eagle Fort, there is no one who does not spit out bile.

Feiyingbao is a kind of martial gang that has a ancestral ancestor but has fallen in the family. It has a glorious period of centuries. In the old generation of people in the Shenxiang country, even if it was silent for decades, its fame is still not It is small, especially the deceased old man who has passed away. He is highly respected. He was famous in the rivers and lakes. He is a hero of the ruling and the wild.

It is a pity that the martial art of this generation of the main lord of Fuyang was unremarkable and could not support the prestige of Feiyingbao, and the age is still light, so there is a bleak pattern of the current green and yellow.

But just flip through the old yellow calendar, from the old man to push up two generations, Feiyingbao can pick up the things on the table, there are too many.

Therefore, a large flying eagle, up and down, more than four hundred people, are very proud.

Although it is a glimpse, Feiyingbao is not a frog at the bottom of the well.

Almost everyone has listened to many legendary stories of Feiyingbao since childhood, and he is the identity of one of the four masters of Shenxiangguo.

When the old man was young, he walked along the rivers and lakes together, and among the top ten masters, there are three.

The old Taijun, rumored to be the deceased princess of the neighboring country, fled the rivers and lakes, was rescued by the old man, love at first sight, during the period of hardships, all kinds of hardships, and finally walked together, passed down for the rivers and lakes.

Shaobao’s masters often show up the outstanding martial arts talents since childhood, and they are born with amazing power. For more than ten years, they have been asking for the heroes outside, or they have learned from those who have already been famous. point. The owner of the castle, Qian Jinshu, is said to have booked a doll with the eldest son of one of the top ten masters of Shen Xiangguo, only waiting for the young man to come to marry.

The leader of the younger generation of Feiyingbao is not an ordinary person, but a foreign surname, Tao Xieyang, a rumored disciple of the main lord of the lord of the lord. He studied the Confucian classics and high-level kung fu from the young butler, and talked about the popularity. It is better than the Shaobai main.

Tao Xieyang ancient road hot intestines, in the Eagle Eagle Fortress has a reputation, cheerful, as if the sky is not afraid.

The last group of people who entered the mountain into the fort, the first master, is the famous hero of the rivers and lakes. Among them, there is a beautiful woman with a reputation as a fairy. It has a very good relationship with Tao Xieyang, often walking together inside and outside Feiyingbao, drinking with Tao Xieyang. The cheapest wine on the street can also be a smile.

In recent years, Tao Xieyang has begun to help the fort and the official home of He Ya, and began to try to take care of the Eagle Fortress business, and has come into contact with many insiders, and the days are not easy.

Eight guests, waiting for people to pick up things, need to drip water, the Eagles ancestors left behind that incense, can not let them silently extinguished, and secretly continued the incense. Run the capital city, run the famous door on the hill, run the tyrannical gang in the big city pool, send the silver to the giants official residence, and the relationship with the county town of the snake, all need the Tao Yangyang this surname to run, so Tao Yangyang's rivers and lakes knowledge and experience , very outstanding.

Tonight, the knifeman who came to this alley is Tao Xieyang.

The young Taoist who walked with him was the friend of Tao Xieyang who met on the rivers and lakes. As soon as he saw it, Tao Xieyang knew some secrets of the young Taoist people, could see those haze, and there were some unheard-of-fighting means on the rivers and lakes. After receiving the secret letter from Tao Xieyang, the Taoist people came to Feiyingbao without saying anything. The young Taoist people became more and more distressed. As the Tao Xieyang letter said, Feiyingbao is indeed a ghost. Moreover, the road is deep and directly destroys the Feng Shui of Feiyingbao.

Young Taoists know that they are not really mountain people. They follow the master who likes to travel around the world. They have only studied for five years. They only learned some martial arts and paintings, and the symbols they painted are not Ling, the copper sword that was carried by him, was made up of seven hundred and forty-nine copper coins. So far, there is no chance to shoot. Is it really true that it is impossible to fight evil?

The young Taoist name is Huang Shang. He is a younger brother of the imperial family. He has been practicing Taoism for nearly five years. The artist still failed to enter the room. The master who taught Dafa was not around all the time. Huang Shang almost spent all his savings before he made up. The copper money sword of the former sacred book, Yuanguang, Zhengde "three-way treasure", Master said that these three types of Tongbao copper money, nine stacks of 篆, contains the most yang.

As for the characters painted by Huang Shang, the rank of the product is not acceptable, and it can only be supplemented by the quantity.

Let him be such a half-shoulder priest, to deal with the fierce evil spirits of Feiyingbao, it is hard to scalp, but with the Tao Xieyang, the rebellious, loyalty, see Tao Xieyang iron heart to come here to kill the people, can not see The brothers died here.

The brothers and sisters of the two are not the ones who have changed the cups on the wine table, but changed their lives.

Before the house was abandoned, the original owner should have a good family, the threshold is quite high, the door is also good cypress, and the animal door knocker is decorated, old and deep.

Taoist Huang Shang took out a yellow paper symbol from his sleeve. Before the heavy rain, the Taoist looked at the wet door and the high wall. He smiled bitterly: "The weather is not on our side."

Knife Tao Tao sighed, and stared at the door, holding the handle in one hand, suddenly turned around, and the rest of the hand took a pat on the shoulder of the Taoist. "I will take the first step. If the situation is severe, save me, you Don't worry about me, go back and help me find a smoky house with a good feng shui!"

Huang Shangzheng is going to talk.

Tao Xieyang has already pouted and smiled brightly. "It's not a polite word! If both of them are dead here, can't they drink alcohol underneath?!"

Tao Xieyang put his hands up, gas Shen Dantian, a knife to the door, "Give me open!"

The knife was fierce, but it was directly opened the door, Tao Xiangyang strode into it, resolutely decided.

For a time, the pace is heavy, such as trapping in the mud, Tao Yangyang without fear, a light drink, a knife to move forward, a knife smashed in the void, knife and light, slightly shiny, apparently in the martial arts.

Tao Xieyang opened the road with a knife and straight forward.

The two "gentlemen's charms" hidden in his arms and waist, instantly blackened, dyed with ink, and there is not much reiki, disappearing clean.

Huang Shangzheng had to hurry up to catch up. He only felt the wind blowing in the door. He saved himself from the door. He had to find two places in the inner wall of the gate, and posted two town houses. This is a little better, not breathing. Stagnant, and then hold a piece of symbol with both hands, respectively, "Guanghua Zhenjun holding swords" and "Yellow God's seal", are famous amulets left over from ancient times, widely circulated.

It was only Huang Shangcai who walked three steps forward with the yin wind, and found that the sword was in black and white, and it seemed like the two symbols that had just been pulled out from the ring. The young Taoist screamed in the heart and could not help but shouted: "Hey. Heavy like water, this place is not the ghost of the death of the alley! It must be a ghost who wandered for more than a hundred years! The sun, quickly exit the house..."

It’s just the door of the main house in the distance, open it by itself, and the Tao Yangyang slashes into the door, and the door is closed.

Huang Shang’s face was full of sorrow, and he tried to put two shackles in his hands, pouring it into a light aura, and yelled: “Move it!”

There is no movement in the sword, and the ink that has been condensed by the fierce suffocation is soaked. If the fingers of the singer are hot, Huang is still losing the symbol.

Fortunately, the seal of the seal is radiant, suddenly lit up, reflecting the vision of the surrounding.

The cockroach suddenly ignited, burning, and the yellow paper was consumed sharply, emitting pungent green smoke.

Around Huang Shang, the laughter of the haze is one after another, but there is no shadow.

The neck is like a cold long tongue, so that the young Taoist has a goose bump.

Huang Shang lost the burnt seal and was about to take out a pinch from the sleeve.

To the back of the left hand of the sleeve, it seemed to give acupuncture, Huang Shang shuddered, and there was some inexplicable showering on the top of his head. Huang Shang looked around, the rain was heavy, and the young Taoist lifted his hand. Looking at the face and looking at it, it was full of blood.

The next moment, Huang Shang subconsciously raised his head.

A pale face with no eyes is close at hand, almost to the tip of Huang Shang.

Huang Shang stayed as a chicken.

In an instant, the shoulders were forced to hold down, and a glimpse of the back, Huang Shang, the whole person flew out of the house, fell in the muddy alley outside, dizzy.

I only saw a familiar high-thin back, which is the old governor of Feiyingbao, He Ya, the master of Tao Xieyang.

The old man has a double-handed character, and the paper should not be the yellow paper material of the ordinary symbol. The fluorescent light is flowing and crystal clear. Although it is in the gloom and the rain, the brilliance, such as the two candlelights in the strong wind, but the Fu Ling Lingguang always shakes. Not scattered.

The old stewards stepped on their feet and read words.

Huang Shang had just breathed a sigh of relief, and his neck was covered by the extremely long white hands of his nails. He slid back and forth, and the young Taoist slaps the muddy ground with his hands. It has no effect. The back of the head and the back slammed into the strong alley wall. It is like someone infiltrating into the wall, and I hope that Huang Shang, the big living person, will enter it.

Huang Shangyi rolled his eyes and fainted.

When the young Taoist wakes up, he has returned to the room in the main building of Feiyingbao. Next door is the residence of Taoyangyang.

Huang Shang swayed from the bed and just saw Mr. He’s face daring out of the room.

He Ya sighed, "The body of the sun is not seriously injured, just..."

The old man did not continue to speak.

He Yaben wants to say one or two sentences, Huang Shang, should not be so rash, accompanied by Tao Xieyang arbitrarily broke into the lane.

Just watching the young Taoist princes, especially the scratches on the neck with black as thick ink, after a night, not yet faded, the old man is somewhat unbearable, sigh, quickly walk away, go Cook a potion and help the apprentice Peiburn Guyuan.

Huang Shang tried to push the door several times, and he took back his hand and lost his soul.

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Tonight, Chen Ping and Lu Tai are going to the banquet house to go to the banquet.

There is still half an hour for the banquet. Today, two people wander around the day, the streets and the streets, the water wells, the ancestral temples, the martial arts field, the execution platform of Feiyingbao and so on.

Lutai observed all kinds of door gods on the door of every household. Chen Pingan occasionally squatted down and silently picked up a small amount of soil and chewed it in his mouth.

After returning to the yard, Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something. "What is the matter that allows us to enter the Eagle Fort, especially if we arrange it here, is there any selfishness?"

Lutai nodded. "There is a lot of people who are squandering the tigers. Most of them are flying eagle castles. They have no way to go. The dead horses are living horse doctors. If you don’t want to smash the face tonight, if we are torn the face and ask for this, the Eagle Fortress will Open and honest, no apology to apologize, then pay us, let us help the Eagle Fortress through the storm."

Chen Pingan sighed. If they were low-minded, they would not be able to compete with those who were stalking. Was it violent in the house last night, and died when they died? Two rotten mats, a roll, let people throw away the Eagle Fort?

Lu Tai seems to see through Chen Ping’s thoughts and smiles: "Is it sinister in feelings of rivers and lakes? Have you ever thought about it? Maybe you can hide the Eagle Fort and the Cliffs. After listening to their complaints, maybe you will be filled with indignation. Strive to stand up."

Chen Pingan shook his head and whispered: "There is a sequence of things, the size of the mistakes, the order can not be chaotic, then the weight is weighed, the definition of good and evil, and ultimately choose how to do something."

Lu Tai smiled and said: "Listen to it, it is not easy to do it."

Chen Pingan snorted, "very rare."

It didn't take long for the two brothers and sisters of Chang Changshu to come together. Today, Shu Shu changed her warm yellow clothes and was very slim. I used to dress like that, but I took off the horn bow.

Before this, Lutai asked Chen Pingan if he wanted to give Feiyingbao and Shushu a surprise. Before Lutai finished, Chen Pingan blackened his face and took a sword. Lutai immediately shut his mouth and folded his hands. Beg for mercy.

In the distant high-rise railing, a woman with a good mood was radiant and smiled. She listened to her daughter last night and said that she had a foreigner’s son. Today, I would like to visit with my friends and ask her to When the mother kissed the palm of her hand.

The woman felt interesting and promised it.

As for the early childhood dolls, let's not say that Feiyingbao is no longer serious. The other party hopes that this is not the case at all, and it is saved by the unsuccessful Flying Eagle Fort.

When the lady of the sages thinks that one day, the daughter will be like her mother. When she is at the best of the years, she will wear the most beautiful red wedding dress and marry her favorite sweetheart. The woman is both gratified and inevitable. Lost.

When the woman's eyes were red, she bowed slightly and pulled out an embroidered towel to gently wipe the corners of her eyes.

The woman did not know that the Eagle Eagle was not seen through. Her seven-blooded face had countless cracks, criss-crossing, like a piece of porcelain that would be broken.