MTL - Congratulations, Empress-~ 256 winds from the clouds, the first stop of the Kun Kun

The flowers were stunned by the bedside, and there was a slight brushing of the hair, and the words were full of words, and her words also explained the failure of the prophecy of the Western Virgin. The Western Virgin Mary determined that she was going to kill the goddess of the city, and also said that the Cocacia tribe was a sacrifice to the heavens, but the coincidence of lightning not only prevented her from killing the sand eagle, but also prevented the two sides from fighting.

Not killing the destiny? The five countries maintain the status quo?

The flowers are stunned and laughter, the strength of the five countries is uneven, and it is a matter of time before the war.

Just put down the comb, and Yan Yan stopped to say, "Don't move, oh!"

I was amazed and kept the action until the neck was sour that I listened to Yan Changshu with a sigh of relief. "Okay!"

"What are you doing?" She got up and walked to him.

Yan Yuyan put down the brush and picked up the drawing axis: "Look at you sitting there and don't move, you can't help but draw."

The woman in white, who was sitting in the painting and looking at the account, looked at the smile of her lips from the wooden comb in her hand. She couldn’t help but say, “I just laughed?”

"Laughs." Yan Yuyan got up and pressed her to her position, saying: "Hey, let's make an inscription for this picture together."

This is really a puffy pain, the voice is not consciously low, "You know that my words are not good..."

Yan Yuyan put the pen in her hand and held her hand: "I will take you."

The hands overlap, and the soft tip of the pen falls on the rice paper. "It’s not as beautiful as a beautiful woman."

He read the sentence in her ear and put a pen, saying: "Can you show me more for me?"

When something happened, it hit the softest place in the horror of the heart. She turned back into his arms and said, "Oh..."

Yan Yu patted her back and said softly: "Sleep."

What was the taste of being looked at by the sky, I was shocked and surprised that I finally realized it.

*

They will be closed to the year, and they have not stayed in Loulan, and they will leave after returning.

On the day of returning to Yucheng, there was snow. I was so scared that I was afraid to come out in the quilt. In the post-Vietnamese country, I rarely saw such heavy snow. I was so excited than anyone else, I was going to be in the palace. Stayed one night before returning to the palace. When the carriage just stopped in front of the Wangfumen, the palace sent people to pick up, saying that it was the enthusiasm of Xiangyigui. I still haven't yet sealed the king, so I still live in the palace.

After sending the three-headed master of this step, I was surprised to see a bunch of women who showed white-flowered neck meat when they stepped into the door. They couldn’t help but stunned. These people are really not too cold.

When Yan Yan does not squint, he will take the flowers in his arms and go to the main courtyard.

"Wang Ye...!" A waiter yelled at him.

When Yanton lived in the steps, he still didn't look back. He only asked in a cold tone: "Chen Guan, is Wang Fuli deducting the cost of each hospital?"

Chen Guanshi is sincere and fearful, "the old slaves dare not!"

"Then why are the people in Wangfu not even wearing cold clothes?" Yan Yuendi said in a high tone, said: "There are two pieces of warm clothes sent by the hospitals. Next time, don't let the king see the big winter clothes." Covered people!"

This sentence is not overstated, but it is very happy to say that it is a horror.

"Yes!" Chen Guanshi responded and followed them to the main hospital.

The main courtyard was the courtyard where Yan Yu lived. Later, the horror was moved in. Because of this, the original red in the room was all replaced with cyan, which was arranged according to her preference.

The cold-hearted person is such an extreme. Once a person is identified, he will not want to give his heart to the other party.

"Wang Ye, bird's nest porridge has been smashed, is it now presented?" Chen Guanwu looked down and did not dare to see the two relatives.

"Get it up." Yan Yanton slammed: "The cloud cakes are also sent together."

The flowers were stunned and burned with charcoal fire. "Is it snowing in previous years?"

Yan Yan swallowed the cloak and said: "Well, even if it is very small, I have never sat up."

I was shocked to see the big snowflake outside the door, and I was warm, and I couldn’t help but say: "It’s pretty to look at."

"So big snow, do you still have to go out today?" asked Yu Yuyan.

I nodded in horror, "I am afraid I can't wait."

After eating the meal, the flowers were shocked and the people were wearing white, carrying a huge coffin to the flower house. The goose feathers covered the coffin layer by layer, and it was even colder under a white background.

The entrance to Huafu was also white, and the next generation of the gatekeeper stopped at the door with a horrified team, and even ran into the area to find someone.

For a moment, Cui Xiulin took the Huajia up and down, and she was shocked when she first saw the horrified horror, but she did not believe that she would wear filial piety for the flowers, and she was carried by eight people in the middle of her eyes. The huge coffin, she murmured: "Stunning, what are you doing?!"

"Flower horror, how did I die in the end?!" Huayu jade eyes have swollen into walnuts, sadness overshadowed the fear, and dared to stand up and scream at the flowers.

The flowers were horrified and looked at them with no expression. They said: "I killed, did the human head receive it?"

Such a cold words made Cui Xiulin very angry, and almost fainted in the past, the sound of flowers and flowers to support in time to avoid her fall.

"Oh! It’s really awkward!" Cui Xiulin screamed at the chest and sighed with grief and looked at the flowers with horror: "I regret that I didn't kill you this time!"

Splendid cold lips, "You can do it now."

"Flower horror, where is my corpse?!" The sound of the flower is relatively steady, except for the eyes and clenched fists, quite a model of the head of the family.

"Throw it into the desert and feed the eagle," the flower said with amazement. "It should be very clean."

"You...!" The flower screamed and angered, but did not dare to do it easily.

"Then why are you coming today?!" The flower screamed and glared at her.

When the stunned scorpion turned, the cold light plunged to Cui Xiulin, and the tone was cold. "Today, I am coming to kill!"