In the form of black grass, xuanyuanche saw that he had pulled the hand of Ryukyu and walked out slowly.
The fragrant grass is delicious and the fallen leaves are colorful.
They were in a better mood than before.
The sun is hollow, and the bright sunshine is sprinkled from the sky. The dicine Valley flowers and plants are more and more bright. The people who sll the flowers are drunk.
In the bamboo house, the white dicine looks into the distance. At this ti, it slowly says, "it's gone."
His face was flat and cold, without the happy and angry shape and color just now.
Playing with the dicine Weng of the black grass in his hand, he heard that his mouth was slightly hooked and his fingers were pinched on the sandalwood box.
In an instant, I saw the hard sandalwood box, silently crushed, turned into powder, and flowed down from yaoweng's five fingers.
A pinch of white dicine fingertips, put away the black grass in the sawdust.
I'm afraid that xuanyuanche can't do such a delicate and unhurt thing with such weightlifting and proper power control.
The sun ca in through the window of the bamboo house, like a layer of gold wire.
In the golden light, yaoweng, with his back to the window, tore off his clothes. From the chest, he pulled up a thin layer of skin like things, and lifted the whole thing off.
Black hair is flying.
As soon as I threw it, the thin skin like thing fell into the stove with the dicine warming in the corner of the bamboo house, and instantly burned to fly ash.
At the sa ti, white dicine on the face, but also a throw, thin things fly ash annihilation.
Turn around side by side, two people in the bamboo house walk towards the back of the bamboo house.
The bamboo forest is dense. The breeze blows and rustles.
There is no sunny sky, but there is a kind of gloom.
Deep in the bamboo forest, on the thickest soil, a scarlet flower is blooming. Look carefully, it is not the original color of the flower.
Red is gorgeous, red is bloodthirsty.
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