MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 70 Forgot

Luo Luo said and sighed again, and said: "Tomorrow's big marriage, can't frown. I am prepared to prepare some wine for you, you can have some wine to eat. If you really can't forget, I will take you to forget a river. I can forget it. The past is going with the wind, and I will pass it with me in the future. I will treat you well."

When he was in the millennium, he looked up and the face was mottled with tears in the gap. He said, "Forget it? The most forgotten in this world is him. I would rather be in the midst of hundreds of years of suffering, and don't forget him. Since you Love this pair of skins, I will peel off the skin and take it by you!"

"Heart and heart are under the mercy!" Luo Luo sneered, "I am such a shallow person? This is what you don't understand. What do I want a human skin to do? What I want is a living you."

Millennials describe it, he has been messy, only to say: "I will not marry you, nor will you marry you. I am already guilty of one person, and this life will only die with him. The king does not have to say much." ”

Juluo was boring and could only barely smile. He walked into the market a few steps, and he saw the left and right retreat. He couldn't help but lose his temper: "Squint! Prepare a table with wine and open a feast tonight!"

His voice fell, and his head suddenly burst into flames. Miluo is sharply evasive, but behind him is a kick. He fluttered in front of him, almost stumbled on the street, and reacted very fast to the one-armed support, light as a swallow, borrowing force to start. Not waiting for him to look back, he felt that the wind on his ear was blowing, and the ghost of the street was screaming. The station was unstable and supported a column. Who expected this support to help, because he supported his arms, the waist was loose, the robes were suddenly blown by the wind, and the pants fell to the ankle.

A slap in the face, followed by a red rage: "Which dog|Niangyang?!"

Net Lin arms her arms and dragged back to the window. Cang sneer sneer, Yin said: "You only grow a few hairs, and dare to grab the left Qing dynasty? Also made up your mind to be near Songjun!"

Net Lin was crushed by the shape of the sky, and gasped and said: "After the night, when he was drunk, we went to pick up thousands of miles."

The sky is not stunned: "He beat him and beat him. This place is not as good as the division, and there is no way to smash the king's temple. How about robbing? One smashed the sky!"

"You just want to beat him." Jing Lin said, "He has a nine-day seal and gives you a look back. You have to be a silly fish in the Forgotten River."

"He said that he wants to marry you." The sky turned back and caught Jinglin's hand, and he said, "He can do it too? No!"

Jing Lin followed the Mao Lian several times, and the sky saw the situation approaching, and the head squatted on the net. How can Lin Lin be able to withstand such a large size, was retreated backwards and finally hit the wall. The lines of his cheeks were tight and he said to Jing Lin seriously: "Do you want them to think like this?"

Jing Lin saw that he was somewhat dejected and paused. He said, "I don't know him."

The sky was silent, and the net Lin was silent for a moment. The palm of his hand quietly supported his back, and he wanted to speak, but he felt a hot neck. Net Lin was shocked and almost thought he was wronged and cried, and could not help but turn his head. Unexpectedly, the sky was waiting well, and the side was connected.

The palm of the sky slid down, holding the waist of the net, and he wanted to push him up. Jing Lin knows that he is in the armor and can't help but want to take back his hand. However, the sky clamped the double eyes and controlled the two arms of Jinglin. He rushed in hot and wet, and arbitrarily messed up between the net and the lips. He left the shirt on his back and was indifferent, like a mountain against him.

"Marry him what he is doing." Cangwu bite the net tongue and smirked in a confused manner. "There is no thief in the thief, and he does not dare to measure it!"

The net Lin tongue is sore and painful, and the sky is released. His tongue was against the fangs, his eyes were black and bright, and his back was clearly sweaty and wet by the palm of his hand, but he hunted for a few kisses.

"Can be on the verge of Song Jun." The sky was mad, "I am like this."

Net Lin gave him a foot, and the sky clipped him directly to pick him up. He turned around in the room and said, "Since he wants to invite people to drink, he will give him a face in the evening and count him as a good eye." Speaking of taking the net Lin back waist, "When you come to be a ghost, put on a mask."

There is no whiteness and darkness from Jinben, but since the king of the king speaks, the ghosts are screaming at the time of the middle. When the hour arrived, I only listened to the city and beat the red car. The whole city screamed and laughed and laughed together. The other side of the flower leads Huangquan Road. The car is crushed on the chaotic red. The thousand squats sit down in it. All the excitement seems to be someone else's. He is just a foreigner.

The fox has broken its tail, and the silver hair is spread on the red dress, and it has already shown its old age.

The sky finally got what it wanted, and it was able to take the net and walk with the chain. He walked a few steps with the car, saying: "No, this fox has been desperate."

The lips under the net Lin mask moved, and there was no speech.

The banquet has been opened, and the drunks in the city are full of strangers. The fireworks that are rushing from the top of the head can be seen in the fire, and the surrounding is quickly integrated into the joyful congratulations. The sedan has stopped at the ferry, and the secluded river is flat and unsettled. All the ghosts are cheering, but the "bride" is like a prisoner. There is no order from the king, and no one dares to hand a glass of wine.

When Jing Lin saw that the time was almost the same, he got up and looked around and saw that the ghosts would also be drunk. "There will be a boat to cross the millennium tomorrow, and it should not stay too long."

The sky held the last bite of the cup, and got up and Jinglin was about to start, but his shoulder was suddenly caught. He frowned and looked back, seeing Luo drunkenly pointing at his face and said: "The ghosts in this city are 48,000. I remember each one. Why don't you know who you are?"

The net Lin hand chain immediately rang, and the sky naturally laughed. He said to the Luo: "I am a new bad, and I can’t remember the king."

Luo Luo suspiciously held the table and asked: "Who is he?"

But the left and right attendants also drunk early, and they all lay down under the table.

The sky eagerly took the shoulders of Jurassic and said, "I heard that the king loves beauty, isn't it? It happens that I love it too!"

After a few clicks, he waved his hand and said, "Have you seen a few? The beauty of the world is in the sky!"

"Isn't that Dongjun?" The sky said, loosening the chain between the fingers, and Lin Lin retreated without a sound.

Milo said: "Dongjun! Dongjun looks good! If I am in a nine-day situation, I am willing to be jealous every day."

When the sky saw that Lin Lin had already pulled out, he whispered, "How about Lin Songjun?"

Luo Luo was so drunk that he tried to raise his eyes and said, "Good... good-looking!"

"Net **** nonsense." Cang slammed the voice, "naturally good, I still ask you this?"

"This **** is nonsense, I have to say it!" Luo Luo suddenly took a shot, Yizheng remarked, "It's so beautiful! You district... the ghosts know what! Hehe...he is here." With his eyes and his voice, he said with a heart-wrenching voice, "Have you seen people who are not afraid of fear for a few days? The beauty is different, each has its own taste. Dong Junyan is wonderful, Lin Songjun It’s crazy.”

Cangwu thought that he would say a cold, but it was a madness. After a little tasting, he felt that it was not right. He said, "How do you know this is so clear?"

"I love the beauty of this world." Milo said to the sky, "You...hey...the world doesn't understand me. The beautiful people should love it, but they don't feel enough in the palm of their hand. How can they see them? "Is it a bitter bitter?" He said, covering his face and crying, drunk and stupid. "The beauty shouldn't touch the word, why bother? You swear that this silly fox has broken a heart into eight petals, and it hurts. I also broke into eight petals. And that Lin Songjun, broken into sand, I cried in a stunned darkness. You don't understand, you don't understand!"

The sky patted the shoulders of Jurassic and persuaded: "Why do you like these two? They are not as good as Dongjun! You think he is a whisper, and there is such a magical power. It is not a need for you." Pity of beauty?"

"But him..." Milo stopped talking and said, "He will not want me..."

"Tangle him." Cang Hao hates iron and does not become steel. "You have to pity him, how can you retreat so easily? Even though you use your tenderness to treat him, the so-called sincere heart is open, you can always keep him. The heart is secret."

Milo was nodded and nodded.

Thousands of hands, the shoulders are covered with frost. His own sun, and suffered from the damage of the broken tail, repaired as difficult to shelter, has been unable to withstand this yellow spring chill. He looked out of the window and saw the melancholy ink color, and recalled thousands of kinds of predecessors.

The yin wind blew the window and blew the liver and intestines. He spoke to the gap and couldn't catch anything between the thick inks. Thousands of people are cold and fascinated, leaning against the wall to enter the dream, feeling that the spirit is floating, almost can not hold it.

At this moment, suddenly I heard someone calling in the wind.

Thousands of times look back, listening to the sound gradually clear, calling out is "millennium." He climbed up and looked straight out of the window, and the tears rushed out.

"Zuo Lang..." Thousands of mute, unbelievable, "Zuo Lang!"

The sound of the wind is so easy to break, I don't know where to float. Thousands of windows screamed and choked. He scratched his fingers and smashed the window, but he was afraid that the sound would go away.

"Let me go out!" Thousands of screams, "Zuo Lang!"

Originally drunk, the scorpion suddenly squatted on the chest and wondered about the sky: "How can I hurt so much?" Then he replied to himself, "Yes, I have a seal and I am involved. ……not good!"

The Miluo wine was awakened halfway. He jerked up and said, "Encircle the car, you can't escape him!"

The sky was squatting on the legs of the scorpion, and the scorpion slammed into the leg of the scorpion. With a slap in the back, he lifted the chair to his arm and smashed it toward the sky.

"who are you?!"

On the table of the sky, he said, "It is the heart of your family."

The Miluo wines became sweaty, and he shook his voice, and his nose was almost smashed. The Cangwu boxing was fierce, and he did not put him in his heart. Who knows that he has been so fast in the rush, and he blinks in his eyes, and his powerful broom sweeps his chest to the chest. The sky lifted his arm and slammed, and the surrounding tables and chairs smashed and the tableware fell to the ground.

"It's not allowed." Luo Luo opened his robes, and then suddenly broke out, legs and feet "squatting" between the arms of the sky, was shocked. He snorted and said coldly, "There is a personal thing!"

The arm of the sky was actually numb by him. Unexpectedly, his thin body shape was so heavy, far stronger than the drunk mountain.

Jurassic made a handful of wine, and stuffed his head and said, "The man who is wearing a grandfather's trousers today is also you!"

The palm of the sky was caught, and the head was cleaned and thrown backwards. He looked lazy, stepping on the stool, and compared to the little finger.

"I think if you dare to boast of Haikou, it should be a bit of a skill. Unexpectedly, open your pants and squat, or a little bit of a squeaky little devil." The sky was stunned and laughed, but the eyes were cold and cold. "Put your tongue out. You are talking nonsense again."