"Do you need help dismantling it?"
Ho Thich said: "Okay. I'll go make arrangements."
When everyone saw Ma Dun's bear-like appearance, they suddenly realized, and couldn't help but laugh loudly at each other. On the contrary, Thuy Nguyet Tien's face was a bit embarrassed and she scolded in a low voice, saying they were all hooligans.
The fisherman smiled and said: "The path between the reeds is a shortcut I opened, how could I not know? However, it is winter now, it is cold, the reeds wither early. If you come here In late autumn, every time the sun sets in the west, the river will shine brightly, snow-white reed flowers swaying in the wind, such a scene is no less than enjoying the snow on the river at this time."
Ho Hu said: "So you want to be the most dazzling person. Even if you can't find him, he will still see you and find you."
Ling Langya was startled by the rising sun. A loud cicada sound could be heard behind him. He turned around and saw that the white fox had disappeared.
As if seeing their hesitation, the scholar said: "Anyway, you can go to the next floor together, you can play for a while longer. I heard that the drawing competition is very interesting, if Can't answer, or Don't." Don't want to answer my extra exam questions, now you two get out of here, don't let me see you."
Ho Hu glanced at the food, sighed and said: "Can't you eat a little less?"
The teacher asked again: "How many of you have heard the sound of cicadas?"
In this situation, Ling Langya suddenly remembered the scene of facing strange monsters in the forbidden land when he was deep in the mountains. Whether it's an ambush or a sneak attack, whether it's a direct confrontation or being surrounded by a herd of animals, they always find ways to destroy his body and spirit. It's just that they seem to consider Lang Lang Gia a good friend. Although they always want to aggressively kill him, in the end they will not harm his life.
Duong Van Thien smiled and said: "Of course it's brought in. All living things are money, there's no reason to transport money out, I don't know what you three think, if you want, let's go do it." Go." Let's make a lot of money together, drink good wine and hug beautiful women."
For some reason, last night Ling Langya thought of the song "Yu Lin Ling" and thought of the line "Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell."
No one knows how long this road is. But Ling Langya and Hu Xu knew that they had chosen this path and they would never turn back.
But the location of the festival was really difficult to occupy. People who lined up all night didn't understand why the farmers and old fishermen in front of them could be brought in by soldiers every day, so they occupied such a good location.
Seeing this, Qiu Yun hastily calmed things down and said: "You two are both young heroes of my court, but women are not allowed to participate in the ceremony. This happened a long time ago, and I Can't say anything about it. However, I have one thing, I want to invite the young master to come and help."
Lanh Anh Suong asked curiously: "So who is Big Brother Ho? His mysterious power method is also related to fire?"
As a storyteller, it is an honor in this life when someone wants to hear your story.
At this point, he didn't hesitate anymore, quickly showered and went to bed to rest. However, looking at the empty bed next to him, how could he sleep? Tossing and turning all night, he could hardly sleep.
In Ling Langya's view, although the unfortunate beggar was from a poor background and lived on the street, his conversation was quite orderly, unlike a groping beggar, and sometimes when he would tell some funny stories about him begging on rivers and lakes, It also added a lot of fun to the three of them.
Yang Yuntian, the young master of Lie Dao Sect, asked: "Why?"
When the beggar stepped onto the ground, he finally knew where the red light and burning sensation came from.
Those men in black carried a corpse in their hands, arbitrarily threw the body into the courtyard, then turned around and walked out, not long after bringing a new body, arbitrarily throwing it on Ha's disciple. Giang. Fish gang.
More importantly, he must have enough courage to stand in front of that person. Now he is nothing but an ant.
“My last name is Lang, my first name is Lang Ya.” He looked at her, as if speaking to her.
After a long silence, Ho Hu took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and knocked on the wooden door.
Actually, it's not that they don't sleep well, it's that they stay up all night.