Nan Chan

White sleeves are like birds, and they are falling. The ribbons cover the eyes, making Hui Hui's face unclear. He carried his hands and blamed: "If you haven't run yet, you will be in a hurry. When I ask, I will move."

"Ask a fart!" The drunken mountain is awkward. "The demon is deceitful. It is used to fooling the good heart and directly throwing it into the chasing prison. What calculations can't be hidden!"

"If you don't ask for sorrow, you will be taken to prison." Cang said, "There is a lot of souls in the chasing prison."

"The chasing prison has been strictly examined and audited since it was established. There has never been a wrong case!" The drunken mountain smashed the pole and stood. "You are a fish, but you can eat the human spirit, catch you!" Since the heavens and the earth separated from the nine heavens, there will be no phoenix phoenixes, and the food of the spirits will breed more evil spirits. Now you not only have a spiritual journey, but also evil spirits, and you have to guard against it!"

"The talent is so." The sky is lazy and closes, "What?"

"That's not going to be." Hui Yan faced the sky, the ribbon was loose, and his eyes seemed to penetrate, and the sky was seen clearly. He said, "Seeing your new construction in Linghai, you must be transformed into a shape, so you don't know that you are not guilty. This person is called a drunk mountain. Although it looks like a fierce god, it is a powerful power in the nine days. He was robbed in the past. The time limit can be shorter than that of Lin Songjun. On the talents, I am afraid that no one in today’s gods can make a difference. Unfortunately, he is now ugly, and his mind is trying to catch the demon. Xiaoyou, Hugh and me, etc. Noisy, go with him, if you really marry you, let it go."

"I want to go too, but unfortunately some people disagree. Net..." Cangwu narrowed his mouth and changed his mouth. "Net brother, someone turned me."

Jing Lin said: "I will be a brother for a while, who am I?"

The sky stalked and shook the wand, and the mouth said: "Family!"

Hui Fei flew in, and saw the sky in front of him, but through the fan, he blocked his gaze. The fan of Jinglin’s fan is “small” and swept around. There was a chill between Hui and his neck. He decided to lean back and his hair was swept away by the fan.

Hui Yu catches his eyebrows and screams: "Hurricane is the blade, who are you?"

The net Lin fan points between the lips, the eyebrows are alienated, and faintly said: "The family of this fat fish."

Hui Hui and Jing Lin, but nothing can be seen. Under the skin, there is nothing left in the air, and even the aura is isolated, so that he can't see clearly and discern! It’s weird and weird, is there a non-human being, not a demon, there is no such thing in the world!

"The two are weird!" The drunken mountain slammed the empty rod and hit the sky. "I am afraid that it will not be small!"

"I was able to stay with you before." Hui Yan immediately followed, "I am also interested now!"

The miscellaneous market is welcoming, and it is clear that it is a clear sky, but I do not know why the wind is violent, and the crowd is shaking around, and the figure is unstable. Everyone wears their sleeves to cover their faces and bends to find the wind. The monster knows the power of the top of the head, and each drills into the gap, and even dare not look at it. Ghosts dragged the soul of the winter forest, and they wanted to go.

Jing Lin repeatedly masked his lips and coughed. Hui was aware of his lack of power. He only showed a lot of effort in the dodge, and he knew that the net consumption was exhausted and the aura was insufficient. Hui 桉 桉 擒 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Net Lin avoids it, and walks a few steps.

Seeing the ghosts will go, the net Lin suddenly fanned out, seeing the blue light skyrocketing, the four squares fell to the ground. The ghosts are too late to guard against it. Hui Qing’s eyes were glaring, and he had to raise his sleeves to stop. The coffin was tight at the waist, and he was pulled back by the net Lin. The drunken mountain scorpion hit the air and looked back, but saw that the blue light was hitting the surface. He snorted and could not see the surroundings.

When I look up again, there are two people.

The drunken mountain is not angry, he changed his attitude and asked: "What can you see?"

Hui Yu covered his eyes and said: "The empty negative skin does not see the spirit sea. He is mostly seriously injured and has not recovered. Therefore, he cannot gather normally. This kind of injury is not unusual for ordinary people to stay. He must be attacked by the destructive spirit. I almost lost my life." Hui Yan gradually showed his eyes, and he was not as radical as he was, and he said in an orderly manner, "He knew that you had a stick in the night, you should know your power. Today, I heard your name again, but I have never seen the color of panic. If the city is not too deep, it is really not afraid. There is not a few monsters in the middle of the crossing, but there are quite a few in the nine days. The fish is not good, but this person is from nine days. Coming from the environment."

"He is very talented, and he is looking for another." Drunk Mountain rubbed his chin. "I always feel that this person seems to have met."

"In the past 100 years, there have been no gods and gods, and no monsters have escaped from chasing the soul. It can make you like a deja vu." Hui turned his head. "You have your own estimate."

"Yes, I guessed the individual." Drunken Mountain said, "Five hundred years ago, Lin Songjun smashed the Buddha, and the four emperors looked at it together. If he didn't die, he couldn't escape the eyes of the gods. Not him, there is one left, it is..."

"It is Jun." Hui screamed and shook his head. "It's not like. You know that my family is temperamental, even if you forget the dust and the robbery, it should not be this temper."

"Since you forgot the dust, it is not impossible to imitate the thoughts in the midst of it." The drunk mountain said, "It is a hundred years since I killed the brother. I know that he is more than the death of Lin Songjun. I only hope this. It’s not him once.”

Hui Jing calmed down and said: "They are the same brothers and sisters. Lin Songjun made such awkwardness, and asked how the monarch did not feel painful. The father collected several children together, and now he is dying to this point. Only Cheng Tianjun is in good condition. Lossless, it will not be known if my family will wake up on this sleep."

"In any case, I have to check out the water." Drunkshank kicked a stick and slammed his shoulder. "Who is under the skin."

The net Lin was so tired that he fell on the back of the sky and had gradually fallen asleep. The sky turned him up and said: "The soul is still here, wait for you to ask, send him to reincarnation."

The net Lin support the neck, and the back shoulder of the sky asked: "Winter forest?"

No one answered in the sleeve, only the stone man drilled his head.

After the cicada walked for a long while and did not listen to the following, he turned upside down and said: "After asking."

Jing Lin clung to his neck and slammed his face. The heart of the sky is not right. The backhand touches the wrist of Jinglin and touches his sleeve, but only the stone villain.

"He lost?"

"Most of it is gone." Jing Lin said with a wink.

"He is now a lonely ghost, where are you going?"

"I don't know." Jing Lin said, "Maybe it is going home."

The sky stopped and said: "People and ghosts are different, don't say that little girl, that is, Hua Yan can't see him. He wants to die, he wants to be free. He should have been drinking Huang Bo, and he has forgotten these personnel. Find a new life. If you run like this, you have to be alone."

"If he wants, he will go." The voice of Lin Lin gradually sank. "Now he is free..."

"What about your problem?" The sky turned back and saw that Jing Lin had already slept on his shoulders.

Jinglin sleeps for a long time, and wakes up when the spring is cold. His whole person became lazy and tired, and he could not sit if he could cross it. The sky used a golden pearl to make a good place to live, not only with the gallery, but also for people.

Although the net Lin did not mention it, the sky felt that the winter forest case had been closed in his heart, making him seem different. He used to sit in the mountains all day long, and now he listens to the rain while sitting, but his looks are often sleepy.

"What have you done?"

Net Lin holds the roll under the porch, watching the sky and changing the shoes.

The sky was taken off, and the hand was lifted. He took the warm tea of ​​Jinglin, and took a warm drink, and everyone was hot.

"There is money to make the ghosts grind." The sky is covered. "I have money now, and naturally I am going to be happy."

"Speaking to relieve boredom." Net Lin put a roll and put himself in Dagu. He was tired and tired, and he fell asleep.

The smooth and sleek chin is hidden in the fur, and the lines on the cheeks are smooth, so the eyes that are half-baked and semi-closed become more eye-catching. The sky snorted softly and raised his hand to the chin of Jinglin.

"There is no trace of the bronze bell, you should eat fat, wait for me to find a good day, and eat it."

"Get out of the way." Jing Lin yawned.

The fingertips of the sky are still a little wet, so that when they touch the net, they add a smooth touch. He felt that he seemed to have entered the trap of Jinglin, and at some point he was helpless with Jinglin. However, Jinglin has always been as usual, as if it was not done, and did not think so.

This person is more difficult to deal with than others.

The sky opened its mouth: "There is everything you can eat outside. You have no preference when you were a man."

"No." Net Lin used a folding fan to lighten the fingers of the sky.

"Good life is boring."

"Yeah." Jing Lin said, "So I raised fish."

"I don't remember." The sky sat down on the side of Jinglin, draped the railing and watched the wet rain. "It seems that you will see you when you open your eyes."

"There is no age in the mountains." Net Lin fan has a forehead, a little bit of meditation. "I can't remember how long."

Cangwu Liquor and Jinglin, the net Lin endless moments, the sky said: "On the age, even the wine has forgotten?"

Jinglin took the wine and said, "I often feel that there is no dish in the world."

"what?"

Net Lin drank the wine and said slowly: "Steamed fish tongue."

"The steamed fish tongue really doesn't, but people can try it." The sky is facing him. "Your tongue is not flattering."

"When you eat, remember to pick it up." Net Lin added a new cup.

"That must first tell me to taste." The vastness of the sky looked at the net Lin, said, "Winter Lin reborn."

The net color is normal.

The sky continued to say: "I chased him and saw him free for a few days. After the flower was redeemed, he cast a ghost door. I asked him, he did not answer. The strange thing is that he didn’t even look at it. Chen Caoyu."

"Chen Caoyu is now on the side of his father. He has already had a dusty edge, and he only asks for a 'death'." The net Lin cup gradually slanted, and the rain ticking, he said slyly, "Death is a kind of relief."

"He is gone," Cang said. "What are you still stagnation?"

Net Lin swallowed the wine and heard the sound slowly. After a long while, he suddenly looked up and still looked at the sky. The sky was seen by him as a cat, and his eyes were reddish, and the expression of crying appeared on the face that was always deserted.

"You don't understand." Jing Lin pointed to the glass of wine, and he seemed to open the glass like a temper. He used the folding fan to throw the sky and whispered. "You don't understand."

The heart of the sky moves and sits straight. He tentatively picked up the folding fan and gently hooked the fingers of Jinglin to get closer. His eyes are smiling and screaming, and he asks Lin Lin: "Yes, I really don't understand. You told me not to do it. Good, Lin Lin, let's listen."

Jing Lin took his fingers and pulled his body closer. The two face to face, close at hand. The raindrops on the outside of the gallery knocked on the branches, but the net Lin felt very hot. He was steamed with red wine and cheeky red, and he refused to say, "...she is very old with my sister..."

"Your sister?" The arm of the arm half circled his lower back and silently introduced him into the circle. He was still patient and warm. "You have a sister in Jinglin."

"I still have brothers." Jing Linba looked at him and cocked his fingers to show him, "Yunsheng, Li Wei, Bohai..."

The sky does not recognize one.

Net Lin is close to it, looking straight into the eyes of the sky. His eyes are now watery and foggy, and they are not like Jinglin. He said: "A few more."

"Do you have a relationship with them?" The whisper whispered.

Jinglin honestly said: "There are some good, some are not good."

"Who is good with you." Cangwu asked, "Li Wei?"

Jinglin nodded: "Li Wei is good."

The sky is teasing him: "Is it good?"

Jing Lin was a long-lost man, shaking his head hard: "It’s not good to bite me."

The sky laughed and he said, "How should this be good? He will bite you in the future."

"That." Jing Lin answered seriously, "then bite lighter."

The other hand of the sky took the net Lin, leaning against the railing and looking at the net Lin, saying: "You don't want to kill him or throw him away."

Jing Lin shook his head, and the sky took his hand and pinched his cheeks. His eyes were complicated and his mouth was ridiculous.

"But you gave me a look of covetedness, how can I let my mouth shut?"