One brother and two brothers, which gang of bastards are so virtuous, Ah Sai Ya Yu knows how to inferior. The Male Saint of the Monkey Monkey Gang said that it did not treat the Gang as a child.

Don't talk about it, Ah Sai Ya first of all, I think I will ask the question.

“…… it. ”

When the green-haired kraken a little bit of poetry, is it comfortable for Wang Muhun to tell it?

Burn and burn.

This is a short way to estimate that its head is forever Ning Rixiao, and it is a trick that has been passed down to the holy weapon Niang Li, and now the king of the king is annoyed by the black board and sipping chalk.

It's noisy for a while, and Ah Sai Ya often enters a standby state.

Wang Mu took the picture frame of the Qiqi table in his palm, and watched the happiness and happiness of the four places, and his face was bright, wearing a high-style Qi uniform and a witch strip fog painting.

When you get it, you will see a child with neodymium.

Warm and happy, Wang Mu rubbed the snow and made water marks, and the photo frame was light and light, and the head of the fog-painted bed was made by the cabinet.

Suffering is exhausted, and suffering is sweet. In this way, the new ......

After a long time.

——

Wujo fog painting is a beautiful dream.

After the rupture of the courtyard and the fall of bad luck on Zhi, it has never dreamed of it.

It is a dream, it is a little bit of a dream, and it is in love with the city, shuttling and frolicking, and it is nothing like the usual neodymium.

In spring, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Pour this mile, and the witch fog painting wakes up from her dream.

“……”

Opening her eyes, the dream of the beautiful dream is confused, and it seems that she still tastes the aftertaste of the dream.

After gradually getting rid of the confusion, it was in the room.

The time is nine o'clock, and the curtains are cloudy. It was shocked, and it was so calm, and it was so calm.

Do you regret this love? The Wutiao fog is painted clearly, and it is full of love and germanium.

It moved slightly, and it was usually accompanied by pain and rust, but now it was almost expected to be a little simple, and it was not necessary to support Qifu to lean on the head of the bed, and the legs were regrettable and felt that the Qizhi was too stubborn.

Yesterday, it seems that Ah Mu Lang Xiao hypnotic drink let lie down and drink...... Painted by Wu Tiao Mist.

Wang Mu said that he had let it heal, and the Wu Strip Fog Painting felt that it had comforted Zhi Zhi and did not pierce it, and it was regretted that it had fallen into the early morning, and it was also a Fen Na Zhi

Perhaps, what did Mu Xia achieve and miraculously...... Is it so hard that couples are the same?

Desperate and regretful, greedy after being happy—

Which one is happy and greedy, thirsty and choked, thirsty for miracle hair and hair.

After all, the witch strip fog painting did not have happiness and greed, and it was cranky and confused, and its face was lonely and lonely.

It is a cause for it to be kind and in love, and it is the only thing that will cause trouble for it, and it will be extinguished and it will be destroyed, and it will be the only thing after the Wutiao fog painting is separated from the hospital.

"Oh! Fog Ani woke up. ”

Pushing the door, the male was excited, and the sound of the fog painting sounded in his ears.

Turning its head, its face was lonely and lonely, and it was sweet and lovely.

Wang Mu came in with breakfast, and after the table and the beholders, he looked at the witch strip fog painting, and said with a sigh of disgust.

"Enlighten and recover, and now I regret the spirit of the Holy Saint?"

"Hmm." Witch strip fog painting swath and gam the head.

"Ah, Mu Ni, did you drink a sleep aid drink for the bed yesterday? It's very pleasant to sleep. ”

“…… Sleep aid? ”

Wang Mu is eccentric, and the view is that the witch strip is painted with a sativa.

It didn't flick the sage, it passed over, and the witch fog painting was pulled up, and the bed was hugged.

"What kind of medicine is it, and what kind of medicine is it, and it is also a pity to suffer from it. Don't be too surprised, Wo Zao said that Nigi's boyfriend Ke Xiang is quite good at making miracles......"

It says something that makes the witch strip fog paint a mile to understand.

Kema is sorry for it.

Wang Muqi's left palm was loose and loose, and according to the fire, the horse was holding off the gourd, and the leg was lacking.

“…… Alas? ”

The pain didn't come down.

Although the legs of the Wutiao Fog Painting were burning, they stood smoothly in the bedroom, and the legs were transmitted to support the opening of the cloth.

After a few hours of Zhizhi, Di Yici came into contact with him.

"Lying down, lying on the legs ......"

It was like a child, breaking away from the arms of the king of the king, and its feet were staggering like a toddler in the bedroom, and occasionally it was still bounced lightly.

Wang Mu stopped him, and watched quietly.

In the middle of the night, after Wu Tiao Wuhui confirmed that he had a leg, he stood on the side of the mirror and looked at the beautiful neodymium appearance of the mirror.

It wept and wept and died.

——The disease is also gone, leaving the fragrance of the flower season. Wu Tiao Fog didn't cry for too long, and this one who had seen the child made him cry with joy and weep for the wounded saint. Slowly, it cried and whimpered, and tears were in the eyes, and the joy was happy, which made the view strange and strange.

Wang Mu turned around and poured a glass of milk.

"Celebrate the Rite Pot of the Fog Painted Ni Courtyard, let Ni Hao raise a few miles of kindness, and the first road to watch Ni Qi lie down, and also treat it early. Sleepy things to make Ni sleep, wake up and be a saint, and ......"

"Hmmm......"

Wu Tiao Wu painted the snort, stretched out his palm to wipe the tears, and then took the cup of the king and the herd, did not drink, and the milk stool bed was put on the table.

The neodymium was silent, his head was suddenly raised, his face disappeared, and he was flustered.

It stood up, tugged at the king's clothes, buried its head in its chest, and trembled as if it were cold.

“…… Ah, Ni told Wo, is this a dream? ”

The Wutiao Mist Painting Sage was terrified, and his palms tightly grasped Wang Muqi's clothes, as if a loose palm had disappeared.

When the Ke Xiang was sleeping soundly, the dream affected the neodymium, and after it was excited, it was afraid of a dream, and the fear was finally dispersed when the dream was awakened. Wu Tiao Mist Painting Which blow did the cat bear, and the cat would be pinned on the king of Mu and a word.

Wang Mudang burned and let it lose its breath, and it continued to ask questions happily.

"What kind of fog is lying down, how can you prove it? Always suck the scab pain to tell Ni Rakba, Wo Ke nodded to Sher. ”