Nan Chan

The sky descended from the shelf, and the attendants stood by the standby, and they lifted their arms and changed clothes. He passed through the flower gardens at the lower level, went to the front hall, and swept the tender feelings of the party, and changed into a calm appearance.

"When did Liu Daren come?"

"Returning to the son, half an hour ago." The attendant followed in a sneak peek. "The old man took the famous post and asked the Liu Daren Hall for a while until he just came over."

Liu Daren?

The sky is under the body and thinks of the letter that has just been read. In the last letter of Tian Jia’s ten-year-old Chu Lun to Zuo Qingyi, he also mentioned “Liu Daren”, is it the same person? He wants to explore the tone, but he is "silently clear" and silent.

The coffin went out of the garden and crossed the bridge. After passing through a hole, he entered his father's yard. When he saw him coming in under the gallery, he picked up the curtain and greeted him.

The sky is cross-introduction, and the hall is chilling. Two men of similar age are looking at each other from the host and the guest. The sky is detailed through the eyes of the "Left Qing dynasty", and "Left Qing dynasty" has been properly prayed.

"Let the teacher wait for a long time."

The man on the guest spot was carrying goatee, and put on the tea. He said to the sky: "There is no need to pay more."

The sky was in his mouth for a moment, and he heard the sound of the brass bell "叮" began to shake vigorously, and the foreground of the eye became blurred even in an instant, and the twisted sides suddenly burst forth with a "squeaky" sound. The sky regained its body, but this strange feeling only took a moment, and the sky felt that the gods were once again plunged into the body and classified as "Left Qing."

The sky was firmly fixed on the other side.

Jing Lin is still a "millennium". He has touched the blind man again, but he has not been able to open it because of the lack of prosperity. Jinglin stood up and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. When he turned it over, he would put it back. He was not interested in these things, but he took it lightly and kept it as it was.

Net Lin leaned on the bookshelf, and when the "Millennium" was in a daze, Yu Guang quickly rushed to find the reason for staying here. But it is a pity that the "Millennium" is just a cheeky cheeky, and it is back to the carpet to think about Zuo Qingyu.

Jinglin moves with the "Millennium". He feels the joy and joy of the "Millennium". I don't know why. Today, he feels extra patience. Perhaps because I have seen the ending, I feel pity. The more I am immersed in the "Millennium", the more he sinks his heart.

If Zuo Qing’s death is as he expected, how should Qian Qian face it? This innocent fox has lost his lover, and his curled claws will surely be angry. Such a hot passion will inevitably become the hottest hatred after losing the arm of Zuo Qingyi. He gave birth to "bitterness" because of love, and his revenge fell from the sky, and it will swallow everything.

Retaliation.

Net Lin silently read these two words, looking at his fingers, the traces of the sword he once hidden. He slowly carried his index finger, and it was frosty in the happiness of the "Millennium", and the temperature that was given to the sky was gradually disappeared.

"Millennium" fell asleep, but Lin Lin was sleepy in the dark. He sat under his body and listened to the raindrops on the outside, ticking into the heart.

The millennium sleeps so hard that he becomes more sweet in the taste of Zuo Qingying, like the peach that is only raised by the left clearing circle, becoming juicy and juicy, and attractive in color. Even if Jing Lin's rather elegant eyebrows replaced his face, it is difficult to cover the "Millennium" that is difficult to distinguish between the male and the female. This is the beauty given by the word "love", sent from the inside.

I don't know how long, when the net Lin is also drowsy, I heard the sound of the sky. The rain outside is noisy, and the sky will hold up the net, and the net Lin will be blind. However, the sky is obviously in a bad mood, and Lin Lin is keenly aware of his tension.

Nervous?

Is it the tension of Zuo Qingyu, or the tension of the sky?

"Millennium" surrounded the neck of "Zuo Qingyu", and the snot of the nose was hot in his neck, half-sleeping and awake, and the words that were vaguely read were not heard, but they also knew that the fox was Spoiled. "Millennium" is not willing to go down the ground, and is held by "Left Qing".

The sky outside is dark, and the steps of the sky are steady. He has something to say to Jing Lin, but "Zuo Qingyi" controls the body, leaving no room for nothing!

The sky was taken to the hospital by the net, and when she took off her shoes, she felt a heavy weight on her feet. She saw the blue veins of the sky, sweated down, and looked up at him.

The sky has something to say.

Jing Lin was waiting for him to continue, but he saw that he suddenly became a loose, and became a "left Qing dynasty", and he was expected to be trapped back.

When he was in the quilt, "Millennium" hugged the waist of "Zuo Qingyu" and bit his ear and whispered, "What happened?"

Jing Lin felt the palm of the sky sticking to his back, and the two people were inseparable.

"There is a change, the teacher hopes that I can wait a second." Cangwu fingers opened the net Lin to cover the cheeks, looking for his eyebrows, "but my heart... always feel uneasy."

Uneasy?

Zuo Qingzhen is aware of uneasiness? Who did he go to see?

Jinglin didn't have to think about it. He saw the eyes of the sky close at hand, and he made his own head and kissed his eyes like a cat. Jing Lin knows that he is not himself, but he still has hot and hot in the eyes of the sky.

Zuo Qingying obviously does not mention too much to the millennium. He is aware of the millennium's kiss and he is aware that the millennium has gotten into his arms. It is unclear whether he is holding a thousand or a thousand. He had a lot of thoughts this night, but he never said a word.

The two men lived together, and the net Lin and the sky were not sleepy. The sky continued to regain control, until the "Left Qing" was already asleep, he slammed the waist of a pure Lin.

"Liu..." The sky was undulating in the chest, tightly clasping the waist of Jinglin, and squeezing out the words from the teeth. "Liu...kill..."

Liu?

Liu Daren? Who is Liu Daren killed?

Jing Lin suddenly sweated, and he felt that the bed was extremely heavy, and the darkness of the darkness was spreading all the time. The bells swayed like a demon, and the two men instantly picked up the goose bumps.

The sky slowly bite a sentence: "...kill... Liu Daren killed Zuo Qingyi!"

The bed that was sinking had already tilted the foot of the bed, and the sound of the bed suddenly stopped. The whole body's clamps were light, and the bells were lightly "dangling", as if they praised them.

The two exhaled at the same time, and immediately separated from the entanglement, and the back of the sky was soaked!

"Liu Daren, Liu Daren." Jing Lin quickly recalled, "Chu Lun mentioned this person, who is Zuo Qingyi?"

"Teacher, Zuo Qingyu called his teacher." The sky squatted up and saw that the furnishings were already on the verge of smashing. He still felt a little slow in his hands and feet. He said, "What do you want me to urge you and me?"

Jing Lin is still lying on the couch. He raises his hand and rubs off the sweat between the foreheads. He said: "Liu Daren, Liu Daren, Chu Lun mentioned this person. Since he is a teacher, why did he kill Zuo Qingyi? He killed Zuo Qing. Hey, he is the other person. So how can he kill Zuo Qingyu?"

The bed under the sky suddenly sank and began to infiltrate into the darkness. The house was crushed by the darkness, and the sorrow of the bronze bell did not sway.

Cangwu mentions the net Lin: "This guy is getting fine! It wants to swallow you and me by fantasy!"

The surroundings are getting more and more sturdy, the sky and the net are crowded on the bed, and the darkness has swallowed the foot.

"It won't be refined." Jing Lin still read Liu Daren, and his head was plagued by a copper bell. He didn't know why he was sweating nervously, but he guessed that the situation after being swallowed by the dark is absolutely not Will be comfortable.

"It's changing the way, it's already dissatisfied with you and I'm a bystander. But what about these things with you and me? It forces us to participate in this way. What else do you want to tell me besides these cases?" The sooner, "I forgot what..."

The part of the sky that was swallowed was trapped in a quagmire. He simply stood in it and lifted the net uplift. He said: "It's crazy, it treats you like me. You are not aware of it? It will mix these people into the illusion, and you must be guessed with me to avoid the predicament."

"Yeah." Net Lin couldn't reach the ground with his feet, and he was still thinking about him. He asked slowly, "What do you hold me?"

"Let you think about it!" The sky slammed him on his back. "As long as you guess what it wants, it won't continue. I don't want to be left-handed!"

Net Lin was almost thrown into the darkness. He said, "No, I can't think of it."

The sky has been swallowed up to the thigh, and he is cold and arrogant: "I have already suspected that it is in the public, and it is difficult for me!"

If it is to fall down again, the sky will be filled with pure Lin, he will swallow the net Lin to tear off the net Lin... or kiss the net Lin.

"If you have offended it, why do I have to come back again." Jing Lin's fingertips have fallen into the darkness, and he tried to lift it up and found the darkness to be like wet sand.

"It's the end." The voice of the sky is blurred, "What answer do you want..."

"I don't know." Jing Lin was in the squatting position and the darkness of the sky. At the last moment, he patted his back quite comfortably and said: "Zuo Qingyi went to this scene and was still alive." If there is no mistake, the next step is to ask you and I understand how he died... you... and take care."

The sediment was layered and two people fell into the broken landscape. The bells and swaying reorganizations, seeing the smashing smiles of the millennium, and the shape of the left Qing dynasty melted into the darkness. The sky was clearly clinging to the hands of Jing Lin, but when he sank, he gradually felt his hand pulled out a little until he could not touch it.

This is the death of the copper bell.

Wow and awake, unexpectedly, this time the body moved with the heart, no longer replaced by "Left Qing." He snorted and climbed his hands, and he found himself being chained to the ground. The sky did not look at the mortal chain in his eyes. However, when he was shaking his arms, his limbs were weak and the Linghai was frozen.

And the **** is locked.

The sky is deflated and loose. The surrounding is dim, and the mottled gray walls can see finger scratches in the oil lamp projection. The odor overflowed from the darker places, the ground was damp, and there were various criminal stands.

The sky smelled the blood on the ground, and the bitter smell that had dried up was mixed into the salty taste of the new one, which greatly reduced his appetite.

The sky only heard the sound of his breathing. Although he did not become "Left Qing", he became the body of "Left Qing." He turned over the wrist stuck in the shackle and saw that the upper side had been worn and bloody, and he seemed to be thin.

The sky was a little dazzling, and he bent his elbows to lift his body and noticed that his left leg was weak. He moved the shackles and moved to the torture rack in the sound of "squeaking", slamming against the bottom and turning over and dragging his legs back.

But the left leg.

The sky has lived.

But where did his left leg go?