Nan Chan

A few copper beads rolled on the ground, and the man with the wind and frost smashed and picked it up. One by one wiped the money bag, and the bells of the bells were heard when the mouth was tied. Opposite the old man holding the abacus, the bead is sizzling.

"If you have settled, you will leave." The old man did not lift his head. He waved his hand and drove the road. "Let's give the back one."

The man screamed and turned to push the crowd and squeeze into the market. A Yi all the way was blackened, and at this moment, he could only lie on the ground and squat, and watched the culprit sneak into the sea.

The man led the cap and hid a dumb face in the shadow, revealing a little cold lines. He was not squinting in the shoulder-to-shoulder market, like a stone that was so busy that he was inconspicuous and uninterested. He inserted | into the alley and smashed a narrow door.

The door slowly and half-open, revealing that the woman's fat powder has faded and the sleepy face comes. The flowerbed leaned against the door, and even the outerwear was too lazy to meet. When he met the man, he said, "I have gone white again. Isn’t it empty? I’m mixing things, I just use the old lady here as an inn, and give it to my face.”

The flowers squatted in the mouth, but let him come out. The man flashed in and felt a warm scent. He took the hood and sat down on the woman's couch. On the small stove, there was wine and porridge, and his hands and feet that he had frozen for a day and night were finally able to warm up.

The flower squatted into the quilt, carrying his body and squatting for a while. I couldn’t hear the movement behind me, and shouted. "When you go to the wild forests of the mountains, you can’t even eat them!"

The man made a drink and swallowed. Just sitting in a regular manner, pulling his eyes for a while. The room was quiet, and when he got started, he saw the confiscation of the sundries, and he knew that the flower buds had picked up the passengers last night. He rolled in his throat, sighed with a low sigh, and fell on a small couch that was short of his body.

"Is there news in the north?" the man asked in a voice.

The flower opened his eyes and looked at the vulgarity of the vulgar. The small mirror hanging on the top could only accommodate one of her eyes, blurring the fine lines of the eyes. She raised her finger and screamed, still replied sharply. "I thought you had given up. I didn't ask for a ten-and-a-half-month question. I still remembered it."

The man couldn’t turn over, and he was awkward on the narrow couch. But he looks as usual and is used to it.

He said: "I only have one daughter."

The tip of the flower was sour, and she quickly squinted at her eyes. She snorted with a strong voice and said, "You are dead, you are too poor to open the pot, who is willing to follow you? Even the woman can not find it, and she also counts on several daughters. ?"

The man said: "One will be content."

Hua Yan said: "There is no one in the north, the snow road is difficult to walk, and it will take a few days. Moreover, the middle school is so big, how can the children who are abducted find it so easily? You don't understand."

The man stopped talking and slept. He ran all the way hard, and he noticed that there was a monster behind him to catch up. Fortunately, he was able to get away with a baby with a god. Now entering the city, as long as the smell is mixed, I am not afraid that the monster will follow him.

The tip of the sky was fretting and said, "I can't find him. It's full of people. If you mix it in, you can't tell. Jing Lin, where is your bell?"

Jing Lin glanced in the crowd and said, "I have disappeared."

On this place, there is a divisional division to supervise. Under the mortal man's house, the evil spirits are mixed, and there are countless layers of people, and the layers of layers are blocked, causing the perception of copper bells to become weak.

"This town is not small, only the copper bell is undoubtedly a needle in the haystack." Cang said, "I guess he is daring to go out at random, so why bother. I feed, I ran all night, and I am very hungry."

Jinglin picked up the stone villain and walked along the street. With his slight attention, he can perceive the surrounding demon, and the monsters in the human skin can be seen everywhere. Not only that, he can even perceive the temples, the **** of the place is inspecting.

This is tricky.

"Can you eat?" He leaned down from the side and put it on the ear of Lin Lin. "You give me food, or I am going to forage. So many people, one or two less, is not surprising. Let's go."

"You can try it." Jing Lin said, "The **** of the place is to kill the glory of the priest under the seat of the prince, and the god-given eagle can gain insight into the original shape of the monster, not disturbed by the illusion. Knowing the gods, when there is no dormancy, you will have a panoramic view of your every move."

"That's not a glimpse of privacy, no virtue." Cang said, touched his chest. "Can he see through the clothes?"

Jing Lin looked at him and the stone villain also looked at him.

The sky was slightly lifted and lifted the chin. "You want to see it too, even though you are blunt. But he doesn't want to spend his eyes? The people here are more than the demon."

Jing Lin said: "He blinks and sees the demon, and closes his eyes to see the mortal."

"Then if he wants to see you, should he squint or close his eyes?"

Jing Lin said: "Squint."

"Let's talk about it." The fingers of the sky grabbed the shoulders of Jing Lin, as if he was holding him, and hugged him under him. "How are you nervous?"

"The hands and feet are moving." Jing Lin raised his hand and touched the hand of the sky. "It is not a chat."

"Why are you serious or really stubborn? You and I know each other is not short, so close is also appropriate." The sky is on his shoulder. "Close to the point, you are now my heart, can not afford to lose."

"Then excuse me." Net Lin Road, "open the road ahead."

The sky took him through the crowd, and from time to time there will be some unsatisfactory eyes. The sky is only in the heart, this is too thin, it is too fat, it is too ugly, and one can't get out of it.

Jinglin followed his gaze, seeing only the Bobcats being shy and smiling, being stared at the ears by the sky, and looking at the sky with a pair of eyes.

"Fat and thin is just right." Cang said, "It is inconvenient to eat in the first place. There is no place to bury this place."

"Do you just want to eat her?" Jing Lin asked.

The sky then revealed the expression of "otherwise", and it was clear. "It’s not good to eat raw, it won’t be eaten. But you and I can’t separate. When I eat, you can’t close your eyes. Don’t you? Still have a compassion for the monster?"

"No." Net Lin replied, he no longer asked.

The sky was walking on the street, and there was still some interest in it. It was boring behind. Because people come and go are people, they are not playing with his preferences, not even he can easily understand. He feels that he still seems to be still on the mountain, just looking at people from afar. He didn't understand why people laughed and why they blush. His heart under his skin was cold and hard. He didn't feel good or look forward to it.

Jinglin entered the inn, like an ordinary mortal, the appearance has become less attractive, just ordinary mediocrity, nothing unusual. Cangwu knew that he had covered his face and watched him hand out the silver beads and then followed him upstairs.

“Do people live here?” The sky fell on the bed, rolled around, and looked at Jinglin. “It’s no different from home.”

Jing Lin said: "If there is no difference, go to your room."

"I don't want to go where I want to go. I don't want to go out and throw it away." Cangwu raised his hand and grabbed the clothes of Jinglin. He squatted in front of him. "You know the world." Wide, have you been here before?"

Jing Lin did not answer. The stone villain struggling to jump on the belly of the sky, and the sky did not want to lift his fingers to open, only pulling the net.

"Return."

Jing Lin took off his coat and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the sky climbed up quickly, plunging him into his arms, grabbing his hands and breaking into his arms.

"You still don't understand this road." The sky was dangerously bound by the net, "Who is the master between you and me now?"

The sleeves of Jinglin slipped off, revealing their wrists, and they were reddened by the sky. His eyebrows didn't move, just faintly said, "If everything is to be humble, I am afraid it will not be good for you."

"My benefits are here," said Cangwu. "In my palm, no one but me can decide for me."

"That is really gratifying." Net Lin is not ill.

The sky was hated by his attitude, so he dragged the net to the bed and pressed the back to the bedding. The sky was sloping, and it was already a little bit pleasing, but he still smiled in his mouth. "You don't want to bow your head at all, even if you are afraid, you won't be afraid. I think about it again. You also lost this when you lost me. I am sad and not pity. I am suspicious at this moment whether you have a heart or not.

The half face of Jinglin was trapped in the bedding, and the back neck exposed a white. His lip line was tight and he sneered. "Don't you remember? I am dead."

"More than half of the dead can't open the mouth." When the sky saw him, he couldn't help but feel that he couldn't help but say, "I will give you another chance. Let's talk. Have you been here before? Are you a mortal before you become a god?" ?"

“I never asked how the food was in the house before I ate.” Jing Lin’s eyes were awkward. “You always look special in some places...”

The voice of Jinglin has not fallen, and he has closed his breath.

The sky bite his back neck, and the warm, never touched place is like a treasure, so that the sky can't stop. He really tasted the kind of spirit that was full of aura and nourishment. They rushed into the body, making him even unstoppable.

Eat him, as long as he eats him, his indifference and alert will be swallowed and swallowed, and disappeared.

The millet's teeth were slightly ground and bitten through the skin. He greedily glared at the little bit of blood, and was about to swallow, and he found that Lin Lin had been swaying.

The sky slammed and lifted his mouth. He turned over the net and found that Jinglin had fallen into a drowsy and was cold.

Not right.

The sky feels that something is wrong. He really wanted to eat Jinglin all the time, but he was not crazy like this even if he was tempted by flesh and blood. He vaguely noticed that since he had been stained with the blood of Jinglin, he was like the one that was swallowed. He must figure out what the net Lin is, otherwise he will feel that he is between the fingers of others and has been driven and manipulated.

The sky wiped the corner of the lips and looked out the window. The stone villain faltered and fell in the bed. The sky has dialed it a few times to see it languid.

"I bite the net Lin." The fingertips of the sky crossed the face of the stone villain and stared at it and said, "What are you weak?"

The stone villain did not move, patted his fingers and buried himself in the bedding. The sky picked it up and put it on the chest, lying on the side and looking at the net.

"If he is not like you, he will not open his mouth." At the end, he regretted it and said only, "Forget it, he is like a stuffy gourd. Hey, how long have you been with him? Why he is so kind to you." We are all raised together to play, and are they in order?"

The stone villain rolled over and stared at him, turning his head again, like sleeping. The sky is going to push it up, causing it to pick up the fingers of the sky.

The sky was playing with it for a while, and the sky was getting darker, and it was night. When he was full, he was sleepy.

The wind started in the middle of the night, and the branches were swaying. The sky suddenly woke up, turned over and got out of bed, pushing the window open. The wind was mixed with the snow and the face was stunned. He looked at the night with vigilance and smelled an unusual stench.

In the darkness, a gray crane shadow suddenly flew over, the giant shape of the white claws, the eyes are like a flash of phosphorus, and the corpse smells everywhere. The sky was frowning, but I didn’t know what the bird was. I could only see it on the roof, over the snow, and dive to the distance. Then there was a uniform chain of percussion sounds on the empty streets, and the ghosts ran in an orderly manner towards the big bird. Halfway through the downstairs, one of them actually felt something and looked up.

The windows merged, and the net Lin covered the mouth and nose of the sky to cover his breath. The sky has been slightly promoted, and the demon has been exposed.

Jing Lin’s eyes were fixed on the window paper, but the head was slightly biased. In the ears of the sky, “Don’t bite, don’t move, don’t make a sound.”

The taut body of the sky is gradually slowing down, and the scales that have been slightly raised between the necks are also hidden, and they are not moving in the hands of the net Lin.

The Net Lin Awards said: "It’s very embarrassing."