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Shi Wu Luo held the blealing light's hand and pulled it back.
The bull lanterns bit a strand of hair and looked up at him.
He gently pulled away the strands of black hair and kissed the red lips of the black light. The clear lake was led by the invisible power, and the temperature was suitable for the flow rate to gently fall into the lotus boat.
The revenge lantern curled up in his arms, letting the water flow warmly and slowly.
When he curled up, the lines on his back were particularly obvious, and he was thin. On weekdays, he always wore a open red dress, and the too eye -catching color suppressed his thinness. In fact, Taiyi Sect did not make his effort to raise him better.
The water in the lotus boat finally fogged out.
The red shirts and black shirts were overlapped on the two. The two snuggled each other, and their breathing was close.
"Allow, I thought the name was fate before." Qiu Boofan picked up his arm, his eyes hanging his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "I was thin, a floating lamp.
"Won't."
Shi Wu Luo said.
Qiu Boofan raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly.
Vaguely, the song of the soul -recruitment of Tancheng overlap with the earlier and longer song of soul -recruiting souls, and the rare people call in tens of millions of people. The lamp is guarding that lamp for thousands of years.
It made him not fascinated, made him soul, and made him cry.
"Not destroying."
Shi Wuluo looked at his eyes and repeated it again.
The revenge lamp was sideways and buried his head in his neck.
Shi Wuluo felt that the hot liquid dripped on his neck. He was at a loss, tightened his arms, and held people in his arms.
"Give me a word, Allow." Qiu Bo's fingers put his fingers on his shoulder.
Do not keep the words of the mission of the wild.
Do not have all the words that are easy to fragmented.
Moonlight was covered through lotus leaves. Hearing him, Shi Wuluo blurted and read a word, a word that seemed to have thought of thousands of times in his heart.
"Jiao."
Jiao.
Shi Wu Luo remembered this word, in Tancheng.
At that time, Zuo Yuesheng and Lu Jing said in private that Master Qiu Master was more delicate than Miss Qian Jin. It was just an accident, but let Shi Wu Luo suddenly understand that he waited for thousands of years, what was waiting for ... he was waiting for someone to come back, holding the best and most beautiful world to that person.
That person, he should be the most expensive existence in this world. He does not need to care about the grievances and grievances, just need to be happy and wrong.
Reading a certain word subconsciously, Shi Wuluo paused, hesitating that he felt too light. He just wanted to apologize, but he heard the person in his arms gently saying: "Okay."
"Ok, deal."
The whole person hid into his arms, and his voice gradually lowered, and he fell asleep gradually.
"My word will be delicate in the future."
Word Jiao.
Jiao Jiao.
Jiao's pets.
The night breeze blew, the lotus leaf layers of ups and downs, the lotus danced, and a petal flower fell to the lake nearby. Together with the night wind, Shui Yi gently pushed the lotus boat. Lianzhou drifted deeper, and the two of them woke up. The person who sleeps finally has a wonderful dream, and the awakened person quietly watch his side face.
The moon was covered by the lotus, but the fluorescences not far from the surrounding area cast light and shadow between the young people's eyebrows, mottled and picturesque, like the years itself.
Shi Wu Luo touched the corner of the eyes of the revenge light, and was careful to scare the magnificent dream that was afraid of scaring the magnificent dream.
A ray of smelting.
"Jiaojiao."
Master Wuluo whispered.
The man in the dream responded vaguely.
It seemed to be answered, and it seemed to make him not annoyed.
Shi Wu Luo quietly laughed rarely.
It is no longer a demented god, and it is no longer a thin floating lamp.
It's Jiaojiao.
His coquettish.
Chapter 85 Combs to the end
A flying boat was shaking, and he was high and low, walking through the fog.
"Hey, monk, will you drive a boat! You're leisurely, don't get there a few of us!" Lu Jinghe pulled the boat railings, his face was white, "Master Qiu said it was really not really didn't say anything. Wrong, the friendship of life and death when there is no danger is the greatest danger -your mother's driving is even more terrible than the left fat man! "
"Amitabha, the master of Lu Shi was blame the poor monks!" The monk of Boyu was running with Feizhou in a hurry, his face was pale more than Lu Jing. "The flying boat gift from the left of the master also had more places to enter and exit with the poor monk's flying boat! The poor monk had already opened it carefully, otherwise it would be a little loosely hand "
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
"Ah ah ah!"
The two sounds changed at the same time, and Lu Jing was shot heavily on the boat railings, almost to survive the flying boat. The semi -sobbing segment rolled from the end of the deck to the deck, and the "å" sounded again on the wood again on the wood.
"Bald donkey !!!"
Half -scholar roar with great temper.
"Look, it's all said, isn't it the fault of the poor monk?"
Feizhou was able to stop in a straight into the cloud; in front of the lone peak, the monk said with a good voice.
Lu Jing lay on the railing and spit it out, and then rolled to the flying boat to operate the platform. The moment I saw the operating table, Lu Jing's hand was in the air, and his expression was frightened: "I'm åąŪčļ! What kind of ghost is this?!"
The densely dense ship is all copper -plated tenon -placed gears, which are meticulous. The array lines drawn by Shen Jin Jingyin are through the cobwee. It became an inside of the brain like large alchemy creatures.