Chapter 50： My milk (1/2)
The figures of men and girls are gradually blurred, and the pictures are like old photos that are yellowing, and gradually fade.
A new screen appears ...
Collapsed mountain gate, broken floating slaughter tower.
The blue brick square outside the hall was covered with cracks and deep pits, and only half of the four characters under the eaves ”Daxiongbaodian” were left.
The smoke billowed in the temple hall, and the flames licked the pure ground of the solemn Buddha door. A young girl stood proudly above the statue of Buddha, and there was an old monk sitting underneath.
”Buddha head, you do n’t want to be an apprentice, I want a grandson.” The girl's howling echoed in the temple for a long time, and the spirit of killing came to her face: ”If you dare to stop me for a half step, you can wash Lianghua Temple today.”
The old monk opened his eyes, the golden light in his pupils passed, and his hands changed.
The ”Boom” of the Dome of the Great Hall collapsed, and the golden bergamot fell from the sky, covering the girl.
The picture is fragmented here.
Uh ...
Thousands of mountains overlap, thousands of miles and green, the rising flames cannibalize the mountains.
The dying man was lying on the scorched ground and could not find an inch of intact skin. While the enemies were waiting, the girl in a floral skirt stepped forward. Everywhere she passed, the crowds retreated, and the sword returned to its sheath.
The young girl came to him, silently watching the man who was about to extinguish the fire of life. His face was as broken as his body, and his eyes had only two burned blood holes.
The man heard the movement, yanked the corners of his mouth, his voice hoarse: ”Grandma, are you here?”
The girl looked at him silently.
”I'm thirty-two this year, longevity in your great-grandson? At least better than my dad, my dad's unlucky, died before thirty, leaving me and my mother orphans and widows. Sorry. , Did not help you unlock all the seals. ”
The young girl didn't speak, her eyes were sad.
”Actually, I hated you when I was young. My dad wouldn't die without you, right. I also hated you when I grew up, you know why I worship the Buddha as a teacher, so why don't I just abstain from color? Meditate and brainwash yourself: a woman like this is not needed! It ’s been a long time, and it ’s really effective. I feel great, I really do n’t need a woman, and my life is full of sunshine ... ”
”But I also respect you from the bottom of my heart. In addition to the temperament of the lady who loves to play, you can put grandma and grandma on the shelf. Turning your face is faster than flipping through the books. The prodigal is comparable to Ci Xi. Brain walnuts and milk ... nothing else is bad. ”
Grandma Yun: ”.......”
呐 ”Now, I'm going to die. There is a word I've always wanted to say to you. If you don't say it now, it's too late.”
The young girl said, ”You say, I listen.”
The man took a deep breath and exhausted all his powers: ”Go to your mother's war spirit, I can count with my hands and feet the number of times I have slept with a woman in this life. His mother, ca n’t sleep a woman, what's the point of being alive. ”
A ray of heroic spirit died with the wind.
In the battle of the barren mountains, Li Wuxiang, the murderous devil, was besieged by the world ’s heroes.
公认 Recognized history of the blood community.
The young girl stretched out her slender palm and photographed the beads in his dantian. The black spirit beads floated and spun, and she took it into her palm.
She looked around the mountains and looked at the bright or dark slayers, and screamed loudly, ”Li Wuxiang is dead. I have been arguing for 20 years since today, and the Pantheon has been uncovered. Li Jiashangyu As a son, if he encounters an accident, I will destroy the spirit beads by myself and slaughter all the nine groups.
”No one can escape.”
Uh ...
羡 Li Xianyu woke up in a spacious ward, panting violently, and the incandescent lamp above his head opened his eyes and closed his eyes subconsciously.
”You're awake,” said a soft voice.