The time of the wolf and wolf duel, it is 5 o'clock in the afternoon, outside Xiao Songlin.
The rats were arrived at 4 o'clock.
Holding a handle.
There is still a little glare in the afternoon sun.
When the wind blows, the rats think that the eyes are shaking a little dizziness.
He finally felt nervous.
Think about this life, weak wretches, the only courage, it is a reassurance, but it is life and death.
I can't help but quotas the ax. It is very intended.
I finally took a place to sit down and closed my eyes.
But how can I get a heart? The beautiful body of chicken mm is kept swaying in his brain.
he loves her. She doesn't love him. She loves the wolf.
I hurt in my heart. That is a sharp sinking, depressed, stinging.
When the wolf came, the woolen wolf quickly shocked.
That kind of familiar pace has been unforgettable.
The wolf doesn't talk, standing, cold and looked at it. The hand is also an ax.
If you can't stand the kind of eye that wolf never disdain, every time I see that God feels that I have short half.
It is still a short half of it.
Dedicated to God, whispered, and finally rushed to the past.
When I fell in the blood, I didn't understand the process of fighting.
Just feel clear, when you rush, the blood of the whole body has flocked to the head.
Then the sound of the ax constantly collides. The body was later dropped.
After another, I was hit on my head. Blood found exports, flying outwards.
Then the body is instantaneous begins. The bone is cold.
I walked down.
I heard the wolf and the unique pace of rhythm. The voice of the wolf is still echoing:
I didn't expect to have SB to die for the chicken.
He is finally completely complete.
When you die, your face is hung by a inexplicable smile, or cry?
