Nan Chan

"I advise you to turn back to the shore, but you still have to obsess." The drunken mountain face is blue and green. "Lin Songjun is the devil and the father, everyone is stunned. He is dying in front of the real Buddhist altar. Since you want to worship him, Then I will send you a ride tonight!"

The wand fell and turned to the wind, and the drunken mountain suddenly jumped. But see the golden light, the inn furnishings were crushed into powder. Jing Lin fell to the ground, folded the fan, and was knocking on the back of the sky. The sky is caught by the hands of the sky, and the sound of "啪" is combined with the fan.

"I want his remaining things." Jing Lin said, "Go and pick it up."

The drunken mountain has jumped to the front and the entire wooden ladder collapsed. The magic wand sweeps the wooden column straight to the waist of the sky, but sees the top pillar of the inn, and the high-top brake is tilted. The sky is full of the body, and one point is at the top of the wand, with the force of the drunk mountain. Come back. The house was shaken, collapsed and stuck to the back heel of the sky, and the drunk mountain scepter hit the ground, borrowing strength and rushing to chase.

The sky stopped, and the wand fell over the wind. Jin Mang swept the side and stirred a tingling, scales, and he looked back. The drunken mountain ridges swayed across the tile, and when the sky stopped, it would be a mistake to take advantage of the opportunity to shake the cane to the waist.

The wind is coming, everything is blurred around!

The back of the sky was blown back, and he suddenly became confused and smashed in the power of the sky. The net fan's folding fan turned into the palm of his hand, and the sky suddenly took out the sword flower and swung the fan, making it the sword that was drunk in the night. The wind slammed his head and turned his head. As the fan tip swam, he drove the drunken mountain's falling wand.

In addition to water in this world, only wind energy can be soft. The drunk mountain cane method is like a person. Once it is operated, it must be a thunder. Nowadays, when I encounter this drunken sword, it seems that all the strengths have crashed into the teasing, and the hits are not fatal, and they are not hurt.

It is a pity that the sky is rough and imitated, and the wind is intermittent. For a moment, the wind turned over and it was not able to recover. Although it was wonderful, it was also awkward. The drunken mountain has long been intolerant, and it is like a tiger with a stick. The folding fan is nothing but a custom that Jing Lin found from the street shop, and immediately broke the fan. The force of the stick hit the body, and the inner spirit of the sky was tumbling, and it was a little dizzy. He was agile and retreating, and the dumplings under the tiles splashed.

However, the most drunk on the mountain. If you see drunken mountains, the power is up, and the more you fight, the more you fight!

The fan wood shattered and shattered.

The sleeves of the sky were blasting, and when the hands were clawed, they felt that the wrists were tight, and they were pulled backwards. The Yingxian line was fine at night, but it was the one that the sky was originally attached to. The drunken mountain rushed to catch up, and the "hehe" in the mouth would hit him here!

The cold wind came from the back of the sky, and Lin Lin did not know when he had fallen behind him. His palm slid over his shoulder and his arm was gently pushed over his wrist: "The heart is like a sigh. For this person, you can't wait."

The wind turned to the fan tip, and the atmosphere that was originally noisy and turbulent was determined in an instant. The night wind swims with the arms like the water, and the sea of ​​the sea is soaring. He leaned back on the net, but he felt invincible. The sound of the wind was calm, and the looming pines rang. The cold and cold finger of the net is in his wrist, and the force of the drunken mountain is like a sinking sea, and it is between the sound of the fan.

The sky can not see the net Lin, but everywhere feels the net Lin. Jing Lin’s breathing was close to his back neck, and the hot touch of the rushing rushed forward, all the way to the vast limbs. He was sober, but at the moment he was really a little drunk. His aura of chaos and chaos was pulled by the cold hand, and it was swept away and turned into a body.

"Learning to use it." Net Lin is deaf, "There are traces of everything in this world, even though he is ashamed and concealed."

The wand descended and swayed, and the sky was as steady as Mount Tai. The folding fan was swayed, and the wind was falling, and the rod of the famous name was pushed away. The stick fell to the ground, and the drunken mountain was followed by a sinking. He stepped forward and slammed back! The stick smashed the ground stone bricks and splashed, and he snorted coldly: "Crush your three souls and six scorpions, see how you enchant!"

Strong winds hit the face, the net Lin flies after the big sleeves. He is like a white bird, and he will fall when he is light. The scales of the sky are covered with arms, and under this unbeatable pressure, the sleeves are broken and the arms are clawed. The drunken mountain stalked up to the front of the eye, and the sky slammed his arms, a clawed cane, and walked on the ground.

Jin Mang’s arm, the scales of the sharp shaving sound squeaky. The drunken mountain squats under the pressure of the teeth, the feet of the sky are stuck in the ground, and the pain of the bones is crushed. See the golden light rising over the sides. The sky was sweating, and the sound of Lin Lin heard "coming", and the other claw suddenly hit the ground!

The hurricane ginseng spirit exploded from the bottom of the drunken mountain scorpion, and his golden rod slipped and exposed the flaws. The sky is reversing with the wand, making the drunk mountain rushing back. The sky followed the stalking approach, and the two men confronted each other, and the sky was so powerful that they passed through the shoulders of the drunken mountains. Tens of a thousand reikis are gathered in this moment, and the drunken mountains only feel that the nightmare of the night is coming back, and their aura is strong against the four shackles, and the visceral overturn is shocked by the spirit of the same vein. Then he had a heavy head and was forced down by the sky!

The inn was not enough, and it fell silent. The drunken mountain **** head arrived at the ground, and the support arm was difficult to rise. It was actually bloodshed in the chaos, and it was discovered that he had already broken his blood. The magic wand "Dangdang" fell to the ground, and the drunk mountain squatted for a while, only to feel that the shoulders that had been taken were so painful that it seemed like a fire.

He can play with anyone, but I didn’t expect to play with half myself!

"The demon has gotten..." Drunken Mountain gnawed his teeth and sneered in his throat. "Swallowed half of Laozi... It’s so good!"

The sky was not stable, and his arms were off, but he did not expect the power of this attack to be so strong. It can be seen that although he swallows fast, he may not be able to use it for himself. He is now waiting for Yu Yu, and the drunkard is very good. He needs a master.

Jinglin set aside the gravel and stopped before the drunken mountain. Drunken Mountain stared at him with a sigh of relief. "Where are you going? I will chase you like a mad dog! Who are you...who are you!"

Net Lin looked down at him and said, "Why are you arrogant? There are countless mad dogs in the nine days, but you are still an individual."

"You have the heart to raise the tiger." The drunk mountain is astonished as a cow, looking at the net Lin, but pointing to the sky. "You are in a bad heart, have the heart to raise this enchanting, what is your desire!"

"I want to add sin." Jing Lin said, "He still doesn't know the world, not evil."

"I waited for the rain!" The drunken mountain smothered the blood. "When he grows up, he can swallow the gods, and the sky can be covered with rain and rain. When the time comes, there are countless deaths and injuries, and others!"

"You can't get through, why bother to calculate the road ahead of others." Jing Lin said coldly, "You want to sneak out the door to avoid the red dust, why not take a deep look at it."

Drunk Mountain Rage: "I shave the invention, this ruthless silk!"

Net Lin did not answer, but the silence taught the drunken mountain to be more angry. He almost madly grabbed his chest and screamed: "I am ruthless! This is the most difficult word in the world." I have never touched it. ......" He hated, "I haven't touched it!"

"The vultures are deceiving ghosts." The sky raised his arm and turned back, but his eyes were malicious. "So, you are still deep. The mouth says six clean, but the heart is thinking of red dust." He sneered, "Good. shameless."

The drunken mountain screamed: "...Stop!"

The sky has smothered more flaws. He used to be like this. Compared to the pain in the body, it seems that it is more pleasing to teach people. Once he has a gap, he will continue to pursue the victory. The more painful he is, the faster he will. But he did not cleverly attack at this moment, because the net Lin is on the side, he does not want to be born outside this time, but he is not sure in the coming days.

The drunken mountain licked the head of the green skin and hated the word "love". He was not like an ordinary person. He suddenly made a madness and forgot where he was. He muttered to himself: "You have a **** mouth! I have repeatedly scraped my hair several times, I have already thrown away the dust, and eradicate the love roots! Me, me!" He said loudly, "I don't remember who... I have not missed anyone." ...how are you still not letting me go!"

He burst into tears and laughed at the absurdity.

The sky was pressed against the shoulders of Jinglin, and he was holding forward. The city is silent, the monsters are rushing into the mountains, and everywhere they can see the broken house, they are all shocked.

"I was a tall man when he was." The sleeves of the sky were shaved and barefooted on the shoulders of the net, saying, "It turned out to be a madman."

Jing Lin said: "He was not crazy in the past."

"How do I know what he used to be." The sky leaned against Lin Lin. "You said I listen."

"...It’s been too long." Net Lin held his waist and said, "How can I remember that you only hurt your arm."

"Who said it." The sky lifted his left leg. "There is no pain in the body. Where are we going? What about Gu Shen."

"He can't live without this city." Jing Lin said, "Looking for a place to sleep, the drunk mountain will not leave for a while."

"My arms are weak," Cang said. "You can't change clothes later."

Net Lin said: "Use your feet."

The sky sneered: "How can you not call me a mouth?"

"You still have such a special ability."

The side of the sky is knocking on the side: "Drunken mountain is called drunk mountain?"

"Before flying, there should be a common name, but when he was at the Vatican, he threw everything clean. Since then, he has only been called a drunk mountain."

"Net Lin." Cangwu asked, "Is the word 'love' difficult?"

Jing Lin’s face was calm and kicked the door that had not collapsed. The monster ran eagerly, and the radish that fell on the ground should be a rabbit. Net Lin supported the sky and entered the door, then released his hand and turned to find the stone.

"I do not know--"

The net Lin sound did not fall, and the wrist was smashed. The whole man was oppressed, fixing his wrists to the top of his head and reaching the wall. The sleeves slipped and the neck was exposed with both wrists. The nose of the beast patrols on the smooth back neck, stimulating the tremor of the skin of the net.

A person's look can be disguised, words can be controlled, but can't and can't teach the body to pretend. For example, at this moment, the look of the net Lin has not changed, but the back neck has already betrayed him.

"Learning to use it." The sky repeats the words of Jinglin. "There are many things in this world that can be broken."

Net Lin did not say a word, Cangjie buried his head in his neck, took a deep breath, and sprayed with breath: "What do you want to do, want to be my master, or want to be my father? Give a good time, explain it early."