Nan Chan

When the sky kicked the door, Jinglin was already awake, not only awake, but also in the hot water. When the sky came to the door, one saw that the net was smooth. No, it should be smooth but with a back that was scarred like a broken porcelain road. The unobtrusive wounds formed a fluttering net that made the sky look out of the way, as if the wolf tiger hit it inside, and even the eyes could not move.

"...Do you not bathe?" Cangwu shouldered his shoulder and turned a blind eye to his broken door. He leaned on the door panel and seemed to be eaten by the net.

The net Lin side looks at the sky, and the chin and the neck side show a beautiful arc. The sky is a bit hateful of water drops, and they are both squatting in the net, so that the elegance of his eyebrows is unobtrusive in the tub.

"The bolt is useless." Jing Lin looked at the moment and said, "What did you hear underneath?"

The sky did not answer, but asked: "Who is marking so many on your back?"

Jinglin said: "Nobody."

Cangxiao laughed: "You have been honest with me, and why should you be close to the last point of the fig leaf. Under the circumstances, you win or lose, you lose under the hand, what is worthy of you again and again The hiding of the three. Even if you don’t say it today, you must hide it tomorrow?"

"It makes sense." Jing Lin said, "But what to do with you."

"The relationship is not normal." Cang said, "You will fall asleep with me every day, and it will be too ignorant to forget when you wake up."

"Isn't it okay to be ignorant?" Net Lin seemed to laugh, but the face did not move. "There is nothing to do with it."

The sky still wants to pick up, and he sees him standing up from the water. The drops of water splashed, and Lin Lin carried him, and he wore clothes. The sky looked at the clothes and covered it with white snow, covering the scars with looming, such as the mist. He never knew that Jinglin was so good-looking from the back. The style of the smothers that had been killed by Jinglin was hidden on his back. Just wearing a suit, he would sneak into the room and let people feel cold again. It's hot, it's hot and sweaty, it's hot.

The sky wants to avoid the eyes, and feels that avoiding is to admit defeat, so it has been watching Jinglin dressing. The clothes layered the white layer, but it seemed to be still tempting. The sky is not as good as tearing open, what to wear? He hasn't touched it yet.

"No one is marking the road on my back, but it is broken." Jing Lin looked back and saw the enemy as if he was a big enemy. He didn't feel a glimpse. "What do you do with the door?"

"Play." Cangwu let his own fierce thoughts let go, but the surface is dripping, "Crushed open? Are you a fine porcelain?"

Net Lin said coldly: "Why, are you too?"

The two face each other, and the net Lin is clearly short, but the sky is like he should be higher. He stepped closer and said that he carefully looked at the neck of Lin Lin and even looked back and forth with his eyes.

"The neck is not."

"Half broken." Jing Lin did not want to stay on this issue, saying, "What did you hear downstairs?"

The sky began to hold hands, as in the mountains, stood in front of Jinglin and said: "The news is not white."

"The mortal mansion will definitely start investigation." Jing Lin ignored him and said, "The girl in his family lost."

The sky stunned the stone villain: "Do you secretly tell him?"

Net Lin is light and self-sufficient: "I saw the footprints last night, but I didn't see the body. I must have been taken away. This case has nothing to do with you, but it was weird last night. I am afraid that people with copper bells are involved, so...you stop."

The sky will throw the fallen stone villain back into the bed, and he will fall up, put his hands on his eyes, and follow his eyes with Jinglin. He said, "So you have to follow up. I have heard other news. I want to know and ask for it. I."

When Lin Lin opened the door, he had to leave. The sky suddenly rose and slammed into the air, pulling the person back with the line of Yingying. Jing Lin raised his wrist and saw that he did not know when he was smashed by the line.

"Just let you beg me." The sky was sitting on the horse and smiled. "Do you want to teach me what to do?"

Jinglin raised the wrist, and the line was tightly bound. It was clearly that the sky was specially honed to smash him. The long legs of the sky are in a clip, and the net Lin is stuck in front of him.

The sky threatened: "Don't wait for people, don't call me wait."

The net Lin lip line is tight.

The sky looked up at him: "You are so strange, are people so strange? I often can't tell if you are cold or hot."

"Cold." Jing Lin said, "How can the dead be hot?"

"Don't yell at me." The sky stared at Jinglin, and the lips spilled some evil spirits. The side of the head pressed the lips into the wrist of Jinglin and slid down to the palm of the net. "So hot, you sweat."

He half-squinted, sinking in the palm of his hand, like a tiger beast that sniffs the rose, and looks like a straight-eyed deer. If innocence can be combined with evil spirits, then most of it is the color of this face. Jing Lin’s fingertips shrank, and the sky was not aware of it. He just raised his eyes, and he stopped at his palm. He had a net Lin not to open his mouth and did not let go of his hand. It seemed to bully the net Lin, making Jinglin difficult and making Jinglin angry. Let him feel happy. This koi, in addition to swallowing, found a thrill of temptation.

Net Lin finally compromised. His alienation was not so straightforward, so he said quietly: "I beg you - is this the case?"

The sky relaxed and released his hand, saying: "Good to say."

I only said that the sky is about to give details to Jing Lin, and then the window was blown away by the blizzard, and the sound of the wind blew in the ear.

The sky and the net Lin acted in unison, and he leaned over and his legs were still covered with pure Lin. A falling wand smashed through the two people, and the tables and chairs in the house shook.

"It's wonderful." The sky was lying and smiling, and only looked at the net Lin. "This is no wonder that I am going to disappoint, and the rest will stay and stay."

Whoever expected Lin Lin to bend his knees on the inside of his thigh, the whole upper body fluttered a full heart. The sky is not rejected, only slightly tightened the legs. At the moment when Jing Lin fell into his arms, the snow had already surrendered, and the house suddenly filled with white films.

The sky will hear the window people smile and say: "This is a courtesy, the old is the nine-day chasing the soul and the drunken mountains are also. Last night was the one who intercepted my brother Huang Quan? The oldest came to ask for advice."

When the sound falls, the sky feels that the top of the inner house is suddenly pressed down. The foreground of his eyes is shortened as much as possible, and the gap in the whole body is drastically reduced. It seems that he has been singled into a single finger and wrapped in Wuzhishan, and he has tightly stuck his throat. When the magic wand is lowered, the number of rounds rises and the blue waves are lifted. Countless monsters screamed and screamed, and in this light glimpse, almost the original shape was revealed.

Which is Huang Quan’s person? It is clearly the title of the nine heavens!

The celestial spirit of the sea is agitated. If Fei Lin first stepped on his chest, he would also smash the blood in this shackle. Even so, he seems to have been whipped in the spine, and it is very hot and painful.

Net Lin never counted, and escaped from the Haiyan Zongyin, but could not escape the drunken mountains. Even if he ate him at the moment, he couldn’t stand a drunken mountain!

The sky lifted his finger to cover the blood, and he got up and pulled away. But the timing is wrong, the five fingers of the mountain can easily escape? The sky is just getting up, and a skinny Daddy, who is swaying from the window, shook his head.

"Is it you? Don't leave, play with the old!"

This old man is not someone else, it is the drunken mountain in the chasing prison. This person has gone through nine hundred years of transit, flying into the country, because of good wine and madness, got a "drunk mountain". Many years ago, because of the love broke, I worshipped in front of the Vatican Buddha, but because of the red dust, I have never really converted to the Buddha. When Lin Lin was still Lin Songjun, he had had several faces with him, but he did not know what happened to him in the past five hundred years and turned into such an old state.

The drunken mountain shackles a window, blocking the road, and picking up the hand to catch the sky. The sky is slipping away from the flash, and the drunken mountain is laughing: "It’s really slippery, it’s really a koi!"

He glanced at the original body of the sky and looked inside again. When he saw Jinglin, he shook his legs anxiously and scratched his neck. He shouted, "What can you be? People are not like people, ghosts are not like people, cover It’s quite serious!”

Net Lin pressed the shoulders of the sky and crossed the face to face the drunken mountains. I only said that in this one-by-one support, the sky would have noticed that he not only changed his face, but also changed his temperament.

"What am I." Jing Lin said, "Can't you see it?"

The drunken mountain was drunk and drunk, and his eyes were muddy. His eyes lingered on the face of Jinglin: "I don't know, I care you!"

When the palm of the hand slammed into the face, the net Lin sneaked away and walked a few steps. The drunken eyes flashed in the eyes, and he "hmm?" sat straight. The falling magic wand can't move easily, so he can only chase the net Lin with his palms as if he is playing, but finds that the net Lin is far more difficult to catch than the sky. The drunken mountain was not able to catch people, and even his clothes were not caught. Not only did he start his mind, but he even woke up seven or eight minutes.

"Who are you?" The drunken mountain suddenly turned a hand, but listened to the wind and began to smash the corner of the net.

"There is nothing to hide." The drunk mountain will drop the wand heavy|insert in the ground, open the posture with bare hands, "you are mysterious, quirky, weird and you have passed!"

The voice of the drunken mountain is still there, and the net Lin has been deceived. The collision of the hatchback broke out like a blast, and the tables and chairs were smashed together. Although Jing Lin is weak in the spirits, but his skills are extraordinary and he is so hot, this feeling has restored his spirit. The drunken mountain slanted to block, and the arm was stunned by a slamming sound. He was too thin, but he could not move, and he was closer to the boxing. If this is as fast as a blast, I thought that the net Lin would be retired, and the net Lin wrist could be turned flexibly. The drunken mountain smashed the fist, and the **** buckled its lifeline. He slammed into the ground. The net is swaying, and the action is done in one go.

The drunk mountain lie lay for a few moments before he stood up. He stepped on the ground, shaking around fiercely, and turning the wand around.

"Who are you?" Drunk Mountain moved the real thing, and covered the staff with a hand, and asked again, "The only thing that can press me in heaven is to kill Gejun. Who are you, still not showing your face!"

The golden wand of the falling magic wand rose, and the monsters in a few miles were suddenly as horrified and ran away. Net Lin is not subject to coercion, but is deeply mired in the drunkenness of the drunken mountains. The drunken mountain 僧 僧 僧 卷 卷 卷 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 僧 醉 醉The net Lin Linghai is not as good as it can be done with a move, so it is impossible to do so, and it is forced to retreat.

"The ghosts and ghosts must have conspiracy! What the **** are you!"

The net face is not shocked: "How, fear?"

The drunken mountain smashed its wand and the long stick swung in the palm of the hand. It was a stick to the net Lin!

"After the old age, let's take a look at this leather bag!"

The wand is like a golden wrap, and the wind is torn around when you squat. Everything is like a wave of waves. If this is the case, the net Lin is afraid to break again! Just in this sinister moment, the drunken mountain was sinking, and the whole person was turned back by the giant force. He was only a moment of negligence, and he saw the net Lin in front of him with one hand and a sword, and he swept the sword to his throat.

The drunken mountain scorpion immediately leaned back and leaned forward. The sword of Jinglin swept past his throat. He had seen the gods for nine days, but he was also embarrassed by the power of this moment. However, the next moment the sword turned into a snow drifting, the net Lin was a slap in the face, and the drunk mountain smashed into the wall and fell over the wall.

Jing Lin gasped a small mistake, his wrist moved, and he was thrown into the arm. The drunken mountain has already jumped up and is furious: "Okay! The old man wants to see who you are today!"

The sky was glaring at Jin Mang, and the cold and cold hand was already on his neck, and the mute said: "Run!"

The sky was huddled and the door was already broken. Two people fell together and fell down the ladder. The sky touched the hands of Jing Lin who were shaking, licking his neck and thinking about it, he didn’t want to get up and squatted out. However, the drunken mountains are cold and stunned, and the golden light is swaying like a wave to the two. The threshold of the sky is slamming and rising.

Drunken Mountain said: "Don't run, don't run, you have to play it!"

The words roared in the words, and the falling wand was thrown hard. There were two points of blizzard between the whole world, and even the wind had to give way to the magic wand. It was as easy as a sharp arrow to chase behind the sky. The sky is trying to jump, but in any case it can't resist its approach. The back is cold and cold, and the pressure is strong, and the blood must stop at this moment.

Jin Mang explosion | shooting, snow night bright. Thousands of miles of snow and waves roared, and the monsters in the town shouted. Jing Lin turned over and covered his head, then lowered his wand and slammed it on his back. The sun was sinking in the arms, and the two were fixed to the snow in the raging strong wind. The blood splatters on the cheeks, and the chest of the sky is wet from the net. He slammed into the ground and painfully caught a glimpse of the decline.

The palm of your hand, bloody.