This is something that made early in the morning.

—— Because they have heard a lot of rumors in the world, and no one wants to believe.

Their ancestors of their little master will knock on the fishing rod. In the morning mist, they will sing a "spring breeze" little ancestor, and they will lie in the bonfire with them and put paper lights ... So how can a little ancestor who loves to laugh and make trouble, how can he get his hair before Xizhou? How could a sword break the flat life and leave nothing?

Everyone will make an appointment.

When reuniting, no one should say something sad, and no one should be crying.

To host a feast happily.

Perhaps the little master's ancestor and his lover's sight were too lingering, or the surrounding drums were too excited. In the noise, a gentle girl raised her red face, squeezed out the crowd, and bravely walked towards an opposite one. Gao Mawei's sister, reached out to her.

Sister Mawei stunned, and then put on her hand without hesitation.

They joined the dance circle.

The second pair, the third pair ...

The love that did not have time to say during his lifetime, took root in the ghost moonlight, germinating, and blooming a gorgeous and beautiful flower.

Before his lifetime, he had no time to stay, and then renewed after death.

This is a lively and happy day.

Chapter 183 Fanwai · Chronicle of Morality, Ghost Moisturizing

Lou Jiang has been annoying recently.

It's not because they are not adapted to the ghost.

He has been here for almost twenty years, and occasionally he will still read it. How is the Shanhai Pavilion on the world? But soon, Lou Jiang realized how comfortable how comfortable the days when he wiped his buttocks that wiped his buttocks without giving the Zuo Dagu. After two or three years, he deeply fell in love with a glass of wolfberry tea and a bowl of gold and silver flowers at night.

Health health, ah, no, more to die!

Unfortunately, such a comfortable day hasn't enjoyed long, nightmares come.

His heartless cabinet owner caught off guard and died himself. Lou Jiang was psychologically prepared for Zuo Yueshou to die eight hundred years early -as soon as his owner of his house, it was sooner or later. But after a few decades of An Sheng in the ghost, the door suddenly opened the door and saw the fat face, and Lou Jiang's condition reflected the "snap" and closed the door.

"Surname Lou! Brother Lou, Brother Lou! Borrowing me with two of the money, will return you tomorrow-"

The wooden door was shot and rang.

A fat man who came to the gong of the gongs was so fast that he could hear the whole street.

Squeak.

The window on the second floor was opened.

The sound of splashing water accompanied by Tai Yizong Cao Ximou's scolding sound: "Where did the new ghost come from? Didn't you come over yet! His mother, what is noisy during the day, let the ghost sleep! "

The door disappeared.

Lou Jiang's hand pressed on the door bolt and trembled slightly, and a series of pictures began in the city of his mind to run away vigorously: three or four people in the middle of the night drinking on the roof ghostly and crying, and the sound of the morning dice was continued; Li Feizhou's top was stepped on ... After going back, it was the ledger that moved to his table back and forth back and forth. How can it be flooded with such a big talent "; Lu Jing and Half Music Son of the Shanhai Pavilion in Shanhai Pavilion everywhere;

Do not.

Don't think about holding.

It's terrible, he finally got rid of these scumbags, and he has been clean for more than ten years.

Lou Jiang pulled back his hand firmly, turned around and walked to his bed, let's sleep again, what Zuo Yue gave birth to Zuo Yue and a half, what kind of pavilion was not the pavilion owner, he didn't know, didn't know, didn't remember.

- Whatever happens in life, just let it go.

boom

There was a loud bang behind.

Zuo Yuesheng shook the broken wood slag on the hem of his clothes, carried a bird cage, stepped over the wooden door where he was tortured by the waist, and swaggered in, with a sad expression on his face: "Your door is not strong, gently If you touch it, it will be broken. Lou Ma, no, Junior Brother Lou, I am not talking about you, but you are also the second-in-command of our Shanhai Pavilion. How can you live in such a place? You teach people to look down on our Shanhai... ."

"Left! Month! Half!!!"

"arrive!"

Zuo Yuesheng stood at attention instantly.

"You, you, you!" Lou Jiang shook his hands and pointed at him, "You motherfucker, the house I just bought! You motherfucker... You motherfucker knows how much wood is shattering the netherworld. Steal?!"

"what?"

Zuo Yuesheng looked bewildered.

Lou Jiang's chest rose and fell violently, his eyes swept over the broken wooden door, and his anger "surge" came up again. Netherworld is cold, even the sun is cold here. It should have been impossible to grow grass, but a certain Heavenly Dao pretended to be public and private, and tried every means to make the grass and trees barely grow here.

After enough time, there was gradually a shady forest outside the Nether City.

But this tree grows too slowly and it is not easy. There are many souls living in the underworld. Everyone usually counts with their fingers, which tree grows almost the same, and can be cut back to make a door panel, a window panel, a table, chair, bench, etc. That's right, let's go ahead and take the lead. Cut a piece of wood out of the posture of "Netherworld Tournament".

It is a pity that Taiyi is a group of old and uncultivated elders, who have no sense of "loving the young", smiling and squatting on the top of the treetops all day as wooden guards.

Want to chop down trees? Can.

First hit the old sword/sword/fan/umbrella.

Lou Jiang sincerely suspected that these old guys in Taiyi, one by one, were all scared away by the work of checking the life and death book and calculating the life and life of the soul-the famous arithmetic desert of Taiyi was all day long. Looking for excuses, he squatted in the woods and attacked the juniors ruthlessly.

Pooh!

Shameless old.

Poor, Lou Jiang and Taiyi's group of wolves have been fighting for nearly ten years, but they only recovered a piece of bark.