A certain Fen nurse whispered privately - Wu Tiao Fog Painting was a waste.

He also sat down here and sat down with a serious face, and suspected that his father and friends came to pay for medical expenses, and he was lonely and died in the winter.

Wang Mu shook his head with pity, and he shook his head with pity, and he was sad and sad to be sad and sad to be miserable.

"Sister Ni is sick."

It looked past the hospital bed and looked out the window.

What a magnificent scenery, the general view of the ordinary stand is stiff, and the scenery is upside down.

"How can you look at the scenery and look at it?"

"Hmm......" Wu Tiao Wutiao replied with a hovering glance.

Although the mouth is like this, it has long been tired of seeing the scenery like this. The narrow windows of the prison are full of scenery, and the scenery is coming in spring and autumn, and it is also deeply imprinted in the fog of the witch strip in my mind. Along with this scenery, what kind of scenery is absolutely beautiful.

"I look at the scenery for a long time, I am disgusted with some things, I am lying on the Wutiao sister, and I am glad of the windows to understand the spittle, which section of the prison is alive and sick - I am lying down and meeting a friend, and the material is liberated." Wang Mu said slowly: "After Ye Yi said that Sister Wu Tiao was scared, I felt that Dani needed such a cockroach to accompany Ni to talk about it, and then she would come to the bed." ”

- Jue Duo needs, lie down.

It's so simple.

Wu Tiao Wuhua raised his head, and Jian Bufen looked at Wang Mu in surprise.

Subsequently, it should dry up and the tear glands are moist and regrettable.

“…… Thank you. ”

The family is dying out, the relatives are indifferent, and they are not in pain, so that this light neodymium child is full of holes, and now a Mo Xuan is deaf to these words, and the competition department Fen Ye is crying.

Didn't indulge in it for too long, Wu Tiao Fog Painted woke up and woke up and screamed, and made it feel that it was too rude, and then struggled to wrap up, and struggled to stretch out the palm of Cangqi to the bedside to the water bottle, and poured a glass of water into the house.

Wang Mu...... Xianxuan, Niyi came over to be thirsty? I didn't have anything to do with it, so I poured a glass of water for Ni ......"

It has been sick for a long time, but it has not been wished, and the internal organs suddenly ignite and hurt, and the witch fog painting shook his palm, and touched the glass next to him.

He also relied on Wang Mu to palm the chopsticks, and the cup fell to the sluggers.

Wu Tiao Fog Paint remained in a certain posture and did not move, his eyes lowered.

Wang Mu sighed and imitated the cup. He came over again, held it on the shoulder, and gently painted the witch strip mist on the cushion of the hospital bed.

The neodymium child did not give up on its intimate and intimate behavior, and resisted, and obeyed Wang Muqi's strength.

In the middle of the night, the fog of Wutiao painted materials was simmering, and the sound was hoarse.

"Lie down too much......"

"Ah, Yi Ni is tired, and it is enough for the worm to persist for such a long time."

This neodymium child, in addition to the curtain of long hair, is estimated to be in decay? In this way, it lives according to the burning strength, and quietly listens to the death of the robe in this narrow room, and the death of the Holy Footsteps.

After that, Wang Muhui helped it talk, but it was not easy.

It has the right to pick up the sheath, and it has the power to protect it. Although the burn beet improves the quality of the germanium protected by the gam, the snort is protected by this ga protection material. Erica Si Yan Na Du belongs to the Knight Rank Guard, when there is no problem, Ke Wu Strip Mist Painting is a weak neodymium child who is not in the blood of the Fen Xu Gu Lao, Wang Mu which part of the victory is too much of a rage, and the strong Qiang Jia Protector is a field to let this neodymium child choke into the perishing and dying.

The Elemental Leader is choked and there is no drama - the disease is injured, the germ is a group of elemental species, and the basket is full of life.

There is no difference between curing and recovering the repetition.

Only one is the heterogeneity of the Enamel life, and the secret art of Cthulhu is ...... It's still a long plan.

After the ceremony, Wang Mu skipped the episode and chatted with the witch strip fog painting......

Although it often muttered and asked, the neodymium child replied, and the Wu Tiao Fog Painting Qi Qi Zhu Xuan

It is a pity that the society is in turmoil, and it is a pity that it is a pity that it is not alive to be alive, and this joy is not to help the sick and the pain to resist.

After a long time, Wang Muguan looked at the ward, and Wu Tiao Wuhua seemed to know what was wrong, and the corners of his mouth were upside down.

Ah, Wang Mu Xianxuan is also the same after all...... It doesn't bother......

"Sister Wu Tiao, today I will say goodbye first, and I will come to visit Ni Qi for a while."

"Hmmm......"

It opened, ready to open the door.

The fog painting of the witch strip suddenly ignited, and he was afraid of the revelation.

The new sights are upside down, and the wishes are wandering and remembering the darkness. It was afraid, afraid of Wang Muxuan's unruly ward. I am afraid that I will see that I will fall down, and I will only wish to explore this wasteful and handsome and beautiful.

Driven by fear, it seems to be exhausted and stretched out its palms.

Pull the king's clothes and sleeves.

It seems that the grass is still weak, but it makes it easy for the grass to stop the scorched earth of Chengshi.

"Please...... He was stunned. It pleaded.

When the time came, the Wang Mu Hospital came to the hospital, and the people also came secretly.

It was full of slumber and fog, tired and sleeping, and the wood and wards were in short supply.

Wang Mu didn't fall 1.4, only his brother Yici saw it, and the Wutiao Fog Painting also produced a lot of dependence. The foot is like a neodymium child, lonely and tormenting a child.

Exhausted the chopsticks to gain the trust of the Wutiao Fog Painting and connected it to the hospital......

In the evening, Wang Mujue looked at the family in Bu Yi City.

It is a few miles away from the hospital, and it is close to the abandoned building area, and it is not too busy at night, and it is close to the two more prosperous streets next door.

Crossing the bridge, Wang Muyan stopped on the bank of the river.

Blocking it is a piece of material and a man, and the man is full of shadows.

It remained silent, and the alfalfa saint was fierce and resentful, and he quietly watched Wang Mu.

"Oh, what day is it today...... At the point in time, Jing Ran met Ni. ”

Wang Mulu is dangerous.

“…… Araya Zonglian. "It's almost like a dead end, and the two of them revolve around. The King's Dimensional Journey