"Ha ha ha ha!"

Although the dumpling dragon master was badly hit, he laughed at the sky like he heard a big joke. "Apologize?" The little master of Jiaolong said coldly with mocking eyes, "Longmo, although I lost, it is impossible for you to make me bow!" "It’s not up to you in front of me!" Sue ink see

A few people went to the door of the laboratory, where there lay a corpse that had been thoroughly cold, covered with a white sheet. When two parents saw the white sheet, they knew who was lying face to face, and when they shook their bodies, they just couldn’t hold it.

However, Muming said, "If you can’t stand the blow, I advise you not to look at it because …" The body of the deceased was too horrible. These parents can’t bear the knife marks on the skeletons. "Officer, don’t worry, we are all ready. No matter what, we won’t give you any trouble." The father

"You know, it was Mr. Lampa who made the ultra-polar warrior on the world stage. He was an ordinary motor vehicle designer who designed many well-known models. Finally, the last car he designed before retiring in his later years was the one behind you, and less than 300 units were produced in a hurry. How much do you think this is worth?"

"Oh … so …" If you want to talk so cheerfully in front of the goddess Bai Fei at ordinary times, you can’t ask for a godsend. Although there is no hope of catching up with her, it is good to enjoy her at close range and smell her body. But … But today is

"Your parents don’t think this is ridiculous?" Cheng Man held up the tone of voice question and implied anger. She didn’t want others here to hear it, but she was really dead and sorry.

This way of knowing the rest of his life shows the terrible thing about feudal belief. If he didn’t believe it, wouldn’t this happen? The deceased didn’t pay attention to knowing his parents’ letter, but didn’t guide it. Instead, he waited until the person was dead before crying. But what’s the matter? A dead person

After du mouth a face of unhappy YanYing Heng see her sample sighed and said nothing, Yang Jin ignored their master apprentice to bicker, but eyebrows slightly wrinkled hesitated to optimal haze master asked "master know what they did later? As far as I know, Zhu Youmu, a monk who picks Wei, is not so impulsive. How could someone do this? Is it really plotting something? "

Now the Fairy House has gathered everyone near this small lake in the center, but they have all been divided into several groups. Song Changgeng just took his master and talked with several of them, and he listened to them. He just thought about what they were trying to do [Bayleaf Buddhist Sutra]. How can