He asked you to sigh.
My disciple's temper, probably only in Yaowang Island, can be well protected by him.
If you go out to wander in the Jianghu alone, you don't know how much you will suffer.
Ni Hanzhi supports He Wen and goes up together. Zhang Mingqiu and Lu Pinwen look at each other again, speechless.
Let's put one, let's put six It's the same!
……
After the arbor mobilizes the force of space in the body, the speed can be the same as that of Prince mo.
Just for a moment, they reached the top of Houshan mountain.
I saw a pine forest in front of me, rustling.
A low and steady voice drifted into their ears with the wind.
In a short time, the blissful land of life will see Buddha when flowers bloom, that is to say, when Buddha hears and rides, it will open Buddha's wisdom and broaden all living beings
A pale paper money, floating up, in the wind gently played a spin.
The tree felt a little tight in his heart, and unconsciously bit his lip.
Unconsciously, the sound of footsteps was slightly lowered.
Stepping on a pine needle, the long white shirt rolled across the ground, brushed by the light yarn, and the clothes were elegant.
The view fell ahead, and the grave was covered with a large area of sand.
The rustling sand fell slowly with the shovel.
In addition to the cloud, arbor saw Yuncong and several teachers of the top college?
What are they doing standing there?
Who are they burying?
Arbor suddenly felt that his brain was in disorder and noisy.
Her eyes were only fixed on the sandy grave for a long time.
For a while, I felt that my throat seemed to be blocked by something. It was hard to make a dry voice.
Yunpiao and Yuncong turned their heads one after another. When they saw her, their eyes were slightly dazed.
Suddenly, the tree quickened its pace and ran towards the cloud and the two men, "who are you burying?"
"Why don't you talk?"
"Who are you burying!"
"Bury who!"
Little girl red eyes, straight at two people, eyes sharp and fierce exposure.
"Speak!"
"Speak!" She shouted at the top of her voice.
"Joe Joe." Mo Lian hurriedly ran after her, reached for her and held her in her arms, touched her head peacefully, "Joe, don't get excited."
How can we not be excited?
This inexplicable moment, that intense telepathy, let her strangely realize.
The man buried in it
Maybe it's very important to her.
Yuncong turned to look at the cloud, frowned slightly, and seemed to blame him for finding the child.
"Although it's very painful to accept the fact, I think it will be gratifying to let Qiao and Qiao take her for the last trip. If the master of Murong peak knows about it under the spring, he will be very happy," Murong said in a low voice
"What are you talking about." Very inexplicable, the arbor felt that at this moment, he could not control his emotions, let the tears rush out of his eyes at once, and fell down one by one without warning, and could not be stopped at all!
Can't hold
Her eyes were blurred and her body was crumbling.
"What are you talking about?"
"There is knowledge under what spring."
"Where is Murong URT? She's just missing! She's not dead! "
The cloud is misty and the Cloud Fir, the sight falls on her body, has not spoken for a long time.
"She's not dead!" Trees cut nails to cut railways.
"Your master has settled down." "That's the truth," said Yuncong softly
"Don't run away."