Nan Chan

The sky does not understand the word "disengaged", and is indifferent to the crying of the child. But the woman’s final voice, but he heard his creeps. He was about to open up the clumps to see what happened, and he felt that the illusory scene was like a sinking water, and his eyes were broken at his feet. The bells of the bells are generally squeaky, and they blink when they are noisy.

Unexpectedly, the bell opened and the bell was still screaming.

The six senses of the sky were sharp, and they looked back eagerly, but they sat in the room and were holding the bells and shaking.

Gu Shen saw that the sky woke up and only stopped. He was quite jealous of the sky, so he held a paper sign between his fingers and said to the sky: "You two have followed me for a few days, what is the price?"

Cangwu said: "See your skin is strong, cooking is just right."

"There are many opportunities for the wind and food on this road. You are not doing anything. I am afraid that it is not for the appetite." Gu Shen crossed his legs and stood up, "I am poor, and I am in this situation. What do you want in the second place?"

"Since you know that I have been with him for a few days, how can I ask for it today?" The sky poured cold tea on the table, sniffing and splashing.

"I didn't confirm it until I saw two more people last night." Gu Shen said, "If something goes wrong, I can tell you today."

"Nothing to ask for." Net Lin suddenly blinked. "But it is something to help. When you find your home and move around between the mountains, you don't realize that you have already been obedient."

“Immediately?” Gu Shen’s face was suspicious. “Is it around me, is it to cook for the demon?”

“Finding the home is the key.” Jing Lin said, “If the mourning of the winter forest can be attributed to the word 'death', then the bronze bell will find you a word for 'off'. Last night, a dream reminds me that it comes It is not without reason."

"Where is my family still not knowing, how can other people help each other. Is it..." Gu Shen’s voice was stagnation.

"You don't know." Net Lin finally can lick | pinch the neck, blink of an eye and say, "There must be someone here."

The Zhu shopkeeper was **** to be strong. He wants to cry without tears, he has to ask: "The three men are merciful! I am greedy, I don't want to kill."

"The knife is grinding your grandfather's neck." Gu Shen shouldered, "I still put your mother's fart here."

"No, no death." Zhu shopkeeper smacked his eyes and squeezed his tears. He swayed and swayed. "I waited for the mountain demon. I can only see the living people for hundreds of years. How can we blame us?" It!"

"Look at your thin skin and tenderness, roll it into the oil, and fry it inside. It must taste good." The sky was on his back and pressed the pig down.

"No! Not!" Zhu said in the shopkeeper, "The monster that is better than me is more in the mountains! You raise your hands and blow others away!"

“Does the monsters here live in the city?” Jing Lin opened the branches that had sprouted the sprouts and turned them out.

"Everything, I live here." Zhu’s treasurer slammed the ground and grievances. "There were so many claws last night, you can’t be so thick! I have to eat and eat, I am convinced..."

"Is it not to be happy in the mountains? The place where people come to live is pretending to be a model." At the foot of the sky, no one was stepping into the mud.

"I lived in the mountains myself." Zhu palms smashed his face and licked his mouth and continued to say, "This land is a city of mortals. Later, people died. The grandfather of the mountain **** alone is lonely, and I have to wait for him to come in. Every year. When the winter and spring are intertwined, you can go out to the city to meet friends, and you can't enter others."

"The people in the city died because of what they did."

Zhu’s gaze evaded and touched his short, thick nose.

"Take off his pig's ear and drink it under the wine." Gu Shen pulled out the dagger from the waist side. "I heard that the demon eaten people all day, and today I call Laozi often monsters."

Zhu shopkeeper rushed into the quagmire and screamed: "I am not busy! I said it is! There is no mountain **** in this place, so people in the city do not worship the gods, so the surrounding monsters are clustered, even the divisions do not want Takeover. This city is evil, most of the women don’t laugh, don’t go out to the streets, are locked in the house all day, occasionally enter the city, and the city is full of men! But they don’t worship the nine gods, but they always The incense is full of enthusiasm, and there are many sons and sons. It is faster than the squirrel rabbit! I looked out from the mountain and felt that the city was dead and my heart was very scared. It was weird, not like a monster, it was like a demon. Then, after a few years, it was probably the division of the division that couldn’t see the eye. Then the grandfather of the mountain came to the place. It took three days for the city to die."

Gu Shen said: "All dead?"

Zhu’s treasurer said: “The group demon carnival, thinking that you can get a corpse to eat a good time. Unexpectedly, the grandfather of the mountain **** is not allowed to bury the city’s tens of thousands of people in the ground, no, I don’t know if it’s exclusive, or just put it on... ”

The sky is about to open, and the lips are lightly folded. Jinglin was thoughtful but did not ask.

Zhu shopkeeper cried his head and said: "I have already tried my best! Grandpa let me go! I have been practicing for a hundred years, not only the age, the skin is thick and thick, and it tastes like chewing wax!"

"Mountain God..." Gu Shen seems to be aware of some embarrassment, "Where is the mountain god?"

"The afterglow of the sunset sweeps the foot of the mountain, which mountain picks up the light, and he sleeps under which mountain." Zhu said, "My grandfather can take it off, I said it! When the mountain **** wakes up, he often travels in the mountains, not like a night, like Looking for someone. Only he has been looking for year after year, there is no passenger at all."

After Zhu’s treasurer finished answering, he kicked back to the original shape by the sky. The wild boar arched in the mud, and it was only violently rushing away.

"How can the gods do the indiscriminate killings." Gu Shen said, "I don't believe it."

"Maybe it is not a god." Jing Lin's gaze swayed with the sun. He said: "The mountain demon does not often meet God. The nine-day paper is not visible to everyone. It must be intentionally fabricated. No one is aware of this place."

"It’s so bold." Cang said, "It’s impossible to fix a low-light monster."

"I can understand when I see it with my own eyes," said Jing Lin.

At this time, the day has been tilted, and the time will come.

The drunken mountain was awake by the palm of the hand.

He is lying on the side, reluctantly complaining: "Is disturbing people's dreams! Rolling! The spring equinox is just around the corner, the south and the south have already been inserted | seedlings, your mother's north of the mountains have not gone! Mistaken north When people are farming, don’t blame everyone for you!"

"Hey." Wu Qing often wears his sleeves on the face of the drunk mountain. He came to solve his wine gourd and swayed for a while. He said with a bitter face, "How can I not leave a drop? I walked from the south. Going dry and dry."

"When the difference is not good, blame!" Drunken Mountain turned over.

"If you don't see it for a few days, you will live more and more lonely. There are countless days in the nine days. You are the one that shines the most. If you don't want to sleep, you can sleep on the branches. You can squat on this street. The living elephant was beaten." Dong Jun threw his wine gourd and sat on the back of the drunken mountain. "Let me rest."

"Fast roll." Drunken Mountain is annoying. "I like where to sleep when I love to sleep, shut your ass."

"I don't make a special trip to give you a fart to listen to you." Dong Jun looked around and said, "I was told that you were really beaten. Interesting, there are such heroes in this middle, dare Asking the name of the family? I have to write a compliment in person and make a good exaggeration. It is really a big heart."

The drunken mountain slammed up, not to pick up the wand, and took off his shoes and threw his face on Dongjun’s face. Dong Jun was agile and avoided, picking up the shoes, and revealing the difficult color.

"Annoyed and angry." Dong Jun clap his hands and said, "Hit, play well!"

"I will tear your mouth this day." The drunken mountain snorted, "Smelly unspeakable! It hurts!"

Dongjun's back collar was inserted with a folding fan. If he stood without a word, he could only make a name on the nine days. It is true that this person loves to open his mouth, and it is hard to stir his own name into a stigma of tens of thousands of people. Who is not afraid of him in the nine days? Even Cheng Tianjun knew that he had to go back to sleep when he entered the temple.

He whispered a cheerful little tune, and he was not angry at all. He laughed: "Why must this tongue be fast, you and my brother are deep, how can you be willing. Moreover, this skin does not say that people are inverted, and a forgiveness is made." Drunk mountain, can't help it!"

Drunk Mountain even took off another shoe: "You don't roll?"

"Roll!" Dong Jun said nothing, immediately rolled over on the ground, and then got up and continued. "Is this not finished? How, the person who played with you last night is not afraid of one."

Drunk Mountain 僧 sets back shoes: "I am going to chase the soul to do things for you..."

"I saw the ground cracked from a place of collapse, but it is expected that you will take the lead in the fight. This place is hidden in the mountains, it is not the chasing of the prison, but it is obvious that you follow the private complaints. Others come. Ordinary people will not ask you to hang on the heart, ordinary demon is not enough to mention, want to come to this 'others' and nine days can not be separated. Recently do not smell the next person, then this 'others', afraid not An old man?" Dongjun leaned over and picked up the broken stone. He said it was strange. "You are playing with people. You don't want people to have a few brushes. Haha, you must eat a dumb loss, so you will fall asleep and think about it. I’m going to recharge my batteries and catch up again. But it makes me curious, these two...”

He stopped short and turned the stone between his fingers. At this time, the sun was sinking, and the city was getting dark. He rubbed and gently said.

"This trace is like a sword mark, what makes it? You don't have to say it, I guess it is a fan. It's fun and interesting, the fan makes it so fierce, let me remember the individual."

Drunk Mountain immediately asked nervously: "Who?"

Dongjun lost the stone and pulled out the folding fan from the back. He opened it and said, "It is not down."

The drunken mountain squats and picks up the wand, and goesssip without saying anything. Dong Jun did not rush to avoid the flash, the fan crossed the stick, slightly sinking, and suddenly laughed.

"Don't do it," he said. "You haven't really noticed when you are fighting with people. Who is it like that?"

The drunken mountain is next to the heart, and you can see Dongjun swaying and drunking the sword flower. The wind follows the fan and surrounds the dragon. Although he did not drink, his gait was drunk! The drunken mountain is really awkward, almost thinking that he has become someone else to play with himself.

Who are the two people?

Net Lin suddenly coughed a few times, the sky carried him, turned and asked: "Cold?"

Jing Lin said: "...there is a cool back."