Mixed Miners

Yang Ling couldn't understand it. After thinking for a long time, his head was still a paste.

Although he is now in a high level of realm, his relative training knowledge is poor as a kindergarten child.

Everything has come to be stupid, almost completely systematic to quickly ripen him.

He felt that his cultivation had entered an uncontrollable state.

"Road to Road, very Avenue!"

After Yang Ling’s squatting for a long time, he stood up and sighed: "Maybe my path is different from others. I am walking with strange roads!"

The so-called thoughts are transparent, and the law is natural. Nowadays, Yang Ling is no longer willing to think about this nerve-wracking thing. He thinks too much. Even if it is a strong spiritual person, he will die a lot of brain cells, not to mention that he simply does not know. Where to think, there is a clue.

After taking a shower, Yang Ling went into the bedroom and fell to the bed. He needed a good rest. The **** vomiting was a little hurt, and there was some faint pain in his chest.

Although Yang Ling slept, his movements caused the whole of China and even the whole earth to fall into incomparable horror and confusion.

Late at night on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, whether it is a person in a dream or a person who is looking for joy or doing other things, is invaded by an unknown fear, as if a **** suddenly came to the world and paid attention to it with ruthless eyes. Earth and by the way, I liked it.

It’s just this understatement of praise and incomparable power. Everyone’s soul is gently pressed, leaving only fear, fear, fear and helplessness.

In contrast, there is another group of people who are not normal. Many of the patients in the psychiatric hospital are clear and clear-eyed, and they are thoroughly recovered from the shackles.

The breath of fear lasted for a short time, less than a minute before and after, but the impact was just beginning.

Countless politicians thought that it was a short-lived mentality caused by too busy work or too much mental stress, but they were quickly alarmed by the news that broke in.

Countless planes flying in the Tianshan Mountains, ships sailing on the sea, submarines silently on the seabed, the satellites temporarily lost contact, radar and navigation instantly failed...

Numerous national politicians rose up and told the intelligence agencies to investigate the cause of the incident, and at the same time there was a more fearful thought in their hearts.

Could it be that aliens are coming?

......

"There is a girl in the village called Xiaofang. She looks good and kind, a pair of beautiful big eyes, and her throat is thick and long..."

A black four-seater ran over the big poplar tree, which had already fallen into the leaves, and landed slowly in the yard.

The door opened, and Yang Ling smirked and sang from the cab, and the back row slowly came out of the two women.

A jeans red sweater with a ponytail, a charming face, long legs and a willow waist, a front convex * back, a cheeks reddish, with a slight snicker.

Another floral dress, eyebrows, long hair shawl, beautiful appearance, a walk like a glimpse of Lingbo microsteps, but with a trace of tension on his face, tightly grasping his skirt, fingers There was some trembling.

"Xiao Jing, don't be so nervous, my mom is very good!" Yang Ling smiled and smiled at Sun Xiaojing's waist.

Sun Xiaojing glanced at him and nodded, holding his arm tightly behind him.

At this time, a woman in her thirties came out at the door of the kitchen. The eyebrows and Yang Ling were a little similar, wearing an apron and holding a rolling pin in their hands.

Yang Ling couldn't help but have a few black lines on his forehead.

How does the mother dress this every time? Every time I go home, she has a rolling pin in her hand. Just like an ancestral instrument, is it prepared to deal with it?

"Mom~, I am back!" Yang Ling quickly took the dog legs and took Sun Xiaojing and Han Xinglin to say hello. "Mom, this is Xiaojing, and Xinglin, let's come back for the New Year!"

"Mom~!" Han Xinglin jumped up and grabbed He Xiumei's arm. The sweet voice was a bit greasy.

Yang Ling couldn't help but smack a few times. This girl didn't take herself as an outsider at all, but remembered that the first time Han Xinglin came to her home and was forced to call her mother, she couldn't help but laugh.

"He Auntie is good~!" Sun Xiaojing's pink cheeks flushed, and quickly shouted.

He Xiumei stayed for a while. Is this the same college classmate that the son said last time? How does it look like a fairy in a TV, it’s pretty beautiful, and it’s gentle, and when you think of this fairy-like girl, you have to be your own daughter-in-law, and you’ll be happy with it. Putting the rolling pin on the apron is like a woman with a knife, and I still stand with the flour on my hand, and enthusiastically stretched out the little white hand of Sun Xiaojing.

"Oh, it’s Xiao Jing, it’s **** the road, it’s cold outside, let me go in with the fire!” He Xiumei smiled and took Sun Xiaojing’s hand as he walked up and down, and there was a green tick in his eyes. The hook floats out.

It looks like a hundred, a figure of one hundred, a character of one hundred, although wearing a skirt, but still see it, is a good body of chest, and will be born in the future.

She looked at Sun Xiaojing, and looked at Han Xinglin, who was glaring at her own arm. The more she smiled, the more handsome her wife took them out. The big daughters of Shili Ba Village didn’t have to see them. Easy to hide, hide behind the door!

"Thank you, Auntie~!" Sun Xiaojing nodded blushingly.

"Taro, how do you still call Auntie, see Linlin calling my mother?" He Xiumei will soon be in the position after the real mother, there is no such thing as a legal concept.

"Mom~!" Sun Xiaojing's blushing was bleeding, and a low-headed mosquito-like shouted.

“嗳~~” He Xiumei is even more happy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I took a daughter-in-law and went into the house very quickly, leaving only Yang Ling alone in the yard.

Am I not a mother?

Yang Ling is very skeptical. Every time he comes back with a woman, will the mother forget herself?

In an instant, Yang Ling felt a bit of bitterness. Others said that his son had married his wife and forgot her mother. The mother had a wife who had forgotten her son.

It’s really... too heart-wrenching. I don’t know if I have to go home and have a place to eat myself.

After a long while, Yang Ling had to turn down and go to the speeding car to move back to buy the new year.

Twenty-nine twelfth lunar month must be attached to the door god

In the past years, Yang Ling posted it, but the door came back this evening, the door **** has been posted by his father.

Yang Ling stood at the gate and looked at the portraits of Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong posted on some mottled wooden doors. It was very disdainful and grinned. (To be continued.)