Martial King’s Retired Life

Mother?

The middle-aged man's weird eyes-turn over: "Oh! You are also worth it! The red card green bamboo girl in this green bamboo courtyard is a very elegant girl. I sipped three glasses with her yesterday 8 and talked to the wine and said a lot Intimate words. Your kid is eating and living here for a long time, causing the girls to be so impatient. If it wasn't for getting up late today, I would come to clean up yesterday. Would you dare mention the girl in the green bamboo courtyard?

The young man's heart was surprised: the top girl in this green bamboo courtyard covered the city. I came to this small bamboo courtyard for her. I have n’t come here for more than ten days, why this guy

"You don't have to watch. I'm not interested in doing it with the juniors." The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Even if I bully you, let me do it with you."

It was only then that the young man looked at the man who had risen with the middle-aged man for the first time.

He is not very young, it looks like he is only fourteen or five years old. CE this novel

It was a boy with snow-white hair, but with a more lonely expression than snow.

He looked indifferent, as if all things in the world didn't hold back, and didn't put himself in his eyes. From beginning to end, he just looked at the snowflakes in the sky. Watching the snowflakes falling piece by piece, falling to the palm of his hand, and gradually melting with heat intolerance, a flash of painlessness flashed in his eyebrows.

He has been silent for a while, just watching the snow.

The middle-aged man coughed a little awkwardly at his appearance.

"He usually doesn't like this. Recently, he coughed with a woman, Tuer! Tuer!"

The young man seemed to come back to God, and then he seemed to notice the existence of the young man.

How can young people with such contempt be held in the palm of their hands from the beginning and the end of their lives. Sabre pointed directly at the boy, and the sword energy of his whole body swept across the boy. There was a faint sight at the tip of the sword--the stock seemed like an unfinished green mang, apparently he was about to break through to the realm of the sword mang.

The sword air was like a dry needle piercing, and the snow on the ground began to crack.

The young man couldn't help but "closed his eyes slightly" with a strong sword pressure, but said lightly: "I, let you ten tricks.

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