Martial King’s Retired Life

Desperately desperate and indignant, with the hotness that seems to be able to evaporate the cold water in the room, it's heart-warming.

"It's useless.

There was no trace of the sound, as if out of nowhere, full of silence.

That screaming, sorrowful roar, lost-cut calm mad strike, as if from another space isolated from this world

The master of the sound, as if looking at a white scroll, stood silently to examine.

The slow pace of Luoming is incredible. He held the deer hunter in the sea like a spectator, his eyes staring exhaustedly at him alone roaring in the dense room. A thunderous Alberus.

"No matter how powerful your martial arts are and how smart your smarts are, they are useless here.

His words, however, were not passed on to the ears of the ghosts and gods who were being vengeful, just as his figure had not been noticed by the crazy Alpleth.

Bathing in blood, Albius, the vengeful hand, finally stopped, and he gasped, his eyes still full of blood. -After a while, yelled.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha! Dead dead, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !! L is finally dead! Dog thief, you also have> day !!! ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Alples beat ‘Luo Ming’ to pieces, avenged his revenge, and laughed wildly. His laughter was unpleasant, full of intense sadness, and he was about to cry. But he couldn't stop laughing, showing no sign of stopping.

For a long time, it seemed as if the scissors had been cut off, and the laughter stopped suddenly. He sat on his knees and did not move. Soon after, I heard a cry. The big man, like an iron-cast, burst into tears.

He cried and growled as if to vent his unwillingness and anger. But no matter how tears fall, the grief in my heart cannot be released.

Vengeance has to be reported. The enemy is dead, but he doesn't know what to do.

To the enemies who have turned into Tan Tan. The trembling iron fist didn't know where to go. I do n’t know how to perform this martial art.

Luo Ming looked at him,-motionless, without even blinking. Suddenly, she raised her hand in secret, and performed magical magic.

Alples muttering in situ --- Repeatedly: "..-...

At this time, a crisp and touching female voice was introduced into the ear.

"Alang, A. Lang ... can you see me?

Alepce raised his head suddenly, and he couldn't be more familiar with the sound.

This was the voice he thought day and night.

Looking back, the beauty is as beautiful as ever, and Ruo-Cong Lily of the Valley blooms. She stood beside her, faintly smiling at him.

As if it was the afternoon when he first met, he fell asleep and saw her softly.

Therefore, she is full of eyes.

"Alan!

"You're fine! You're fine !!"

Aleppo embraced her lover excitedly, confirming her temperature and aroma, listening to her soft words.

"Alang, I'm fine. We're all fine."

Alan's voice seemed to be a graceful piece of music, like her body fragrance, "which gave him peace of mind and warmth.

"Alan, you are okay ...-you are really okay ...

The ghost of revenge finally appeared on his face-silk fatigue. Watching him these days, crazy practice, challenge, assassination of life, all these things need to pay the price. Or you can delay the repayment period with endless anger and hatred, but it does not mean that 'overdraft' is a trivial matter that can be ignored. The revenge, the love of Enron, and the subsequent emotions made Aleppe extremely drowsy and tired.

On this premise, it is natural to see the peace of mind that the charm is still alive.

Burning limit to gray ghosts, slowly closed his eyes. Go to sleep like dead.

The world has returned to its original state.

The back room is still the back room, and the name is still the name, which is no different from before.

Luo Ming stared at the twisted face still unyielding.

"Sleep down, young, unyielding, angry ghost ...

Luo Ming's footsteps were slightly unstable, and with an unknowable weight, he moved toward the depths of the closet.

"When you wake up, you will fall into madness, yell, growl, and carry out devastating revenge on this helpless and cruel world until your own existence also dies. After suffering or pretending to be strong and innocent, facing the sun, Wherever I go, use fate as an excuse to pretend that the world has so-called redemption.

The desolation of tone, from the slight translucent light of the zenith, seems to be able to hear the desolate shouting of a talented swordsman Cang Cang who once lived a life of loneliness in the ancient city of Insidious Shake ten years ago. And one-ten years after that.

"That's a cruel and unchangeable destiny.

He walked forward, away from the sun.

On the way, he stopped his pace, his old, tired eyes, and glanced into the light.

"To this day, it still teaches nausea in peace."

Finally, disappeared into the darkness.

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