If Tai Yijian on the side will speak, it will definitely give him a big puppet.

What "maybe", isn't this clear?

If no one is waiting for the young master Qiu can live in the world for three days, it will not be called Taiyi Sword.

Bai Yan touched the blue and white, and the golden paste was clear.

After taking over the celadon bowl handed over by Shuluo, Qiu Boofan felt that the "one cup and one autumn sound" in Qiu Mingzi's "Nanyou Miscellaneous Journal" was so enough.

The fire groups were still dying to pour the light lights.

However, as the two sides are "familiar", these fires have begun to show their nature.

At first glance, the fire group looked almost the same, all of which were round, with a lot of light. But if you look closely, you can find that the size of their fire cores is different, and their personalities are different: some fire groups are not high or low, and the light is consistent. In the same way, holding the lotus seed hula, fly around and fly around, fly into a aperture, fly into a line, and it will be naughty at a glance.

There are also some fire groups piled up into teams, more than ten or twenty regiments, shaking into an arch bridge, letting the lotus altar shout from the top of the head. In the end, the Lotus Temple rushed to the air, and then a group of light was obviously eye -catching. ** Press the altar mouth, and the liquor was connected into a rain line, and it fell into the lotus leaf cup steadily.

——The whether there is any improvement of the speed of pouring wine for the time being, at least the ornamental.

Those fire groups that poured wine did not rest, lined up, running under the lotus leaf cup, bulging like a gas balloon, and then "called", "call" again, bulging out a ball, A group of fire ... but it was helping warm wine. There are also a few fire groups squeezed into the bowl of the vengeful lamp, like a group of panting birds.

Another two of the old fire groups, around them, seem to teach them unhappyly and make them more correct.

The revenge lamp bent unconsciously, raised the crab yellow, and opened the row along the stone surface.

The fire group immediately called around, and the chicken snatched like a pecking rice.

Only the old fire group sprayed the fire.

When the crab was brewed out of the pan, Shi Wu Luo saw the drunk light light. The thickness that Shiwu Luo had previously put on him has begun and spreads to the stone step countertop. Black pupils were blurred, the young man with red cheeks supported his head, holding a cup, lying on the cricket, and the blue silk was like flowing water.

The large and small, countless fire groups fell on the stone steps, fell on his clothes, fell on his clothes, and had the boldness that he had fell on his shoulders.

Like a meading, gentle light, covering the teenager.

He lowered his fingertips in the half -drunk and half -wake -up, and he made up the light group, cautiously stunned, and divided the warmth to him a few points.

With the amount of wine, he rarely drunk like this.

But he was really drunk.

Shi Wu Luo stood on the stone steps and looked at him for a while, put the crab brews in the food box, and walked over. In the walk, the light groups that are piled up together are as gentle as dandelion, and they will separate a road for him. He was surrounded by the light ball, walked beside the light lamp, and kneeling halfway down.

Fingers put on the cheeks with a thin light, and Shi Wu Luo shouted twice.

no respond.

The teenager woke up with a pair of dreams, and he looked at him with light, and pushed his cheeks on his fingertips.

On the side, a few groups of old -fashioned fires suddenly burst into anger. More naughty fire groups seemed to see any super exciting scenes. Lianchi was shined brightly. The silver -eyed man leaned over, and his arms passed through the teenager's knee bend. Without much force, he hugged the teenager.

The teenager who had been drunk instinctively leaned his head on his chest.

——It is a posture that rely on relying and trustworthy.

The firing group suddenly quietly.

"Allow ..." The teenager reached out and hugged the person who hugged himself, "It's really lively."

Really lively.

The lively like ...

It seems that he has returned to a very, very familiar place.

How can you be so familiar?

The faint headache is cracking, and the astringency of drumming in the breath ... Why is it so bitter? Obviously he wanted to laugh, yes, he wanted to laugh, and he wasn't so happy for a long time.

"Very lively."

Shi Wu Luo hugged him and walked through the long street of the Ghost City. The light group surrounded them around them, laying into a star -like light flow.

Ghost City was illuminated.

Two -ball, tens of thousands of fire light, raised from the grape racks, from the lamp rack, rising from large and small wooden seams, flying from the invisible corners, and gathered into the light flow. In the past ten years, twenty years, and thirty years, when the teacher Wu Luo hugged the sleeping light lamp and walked across the ghost city, they were all around them.

Like a long waiting.

"It's really lively." The boy murmured.

"You say that there will be fireworks when you are lively," Shi Wu Luo hugs him, and climbs to the city Xin Gao Tower at the first level and one level. "They said, want you to see the most beautiful fireworks in the world."

The tens of thousands of fire groups gathered in the light flow, turbulent from the nine -one eighty -one street of the Ghost City, and when it brought together to the bottom of the Gaota, like a boiling sea and fluttered upwards. They have become a gorgeous, bright, bright fire tree from the ground, and become a silver lotus that runs a volume.

In the end, when Shi Wuluo brought a thin light to the top of the tower, he remitted a little and rushed to Yun Tian.

"Open your eyes."

Qing Ling Ling's voice sounded in her ears, as if Qingquan flowed across the eardrum.

The drowsy light lanterns followed his voice and opened his eyes. It was extremely bright, full of fire in the high -altitude of the entire ghost city, drowning his pupils.