all one's life
Bluestone falls on your head.
A hidden basket with a sharp blade at the bottom.
After he closed the door, he was a martial arts wizard, a heroic and charming man in Once upon a time in America. So what? He never got rid of any of his outstanding heavenly brothers.
It was he who helped me and finally broke the sand.
Long sword, parting hook, jasper knife, peacock feathers, sentimental ring, overlord gun.
The cult leader did not move, only six envoys forced him to death.
There are people outside, and there are days behind, not to mention the ingenuity and craftsmanship here-
The signature of the seal script of the two sons of the Western Regions is enormous on the bluestone, and the gold and Zhu paintings are extremely luxurious. Before someone is trampled to death, he deliberately spits out one mouthful blood.
But he couldn't help laughing. He remembered that his wife took the children to burn incense a few days ago, and she was also dressed so rich that he and his wife had a good fight. Unexpectedly, today she was killed under the "rich stone".
I don't know how long I've been standing against the wall. I am tired and angry, and my stomach is empty. Although I try my best to support it, my figure is still slowly declining.
The hanging skirt is burnt when it touches the edge.
He smiled bitterly and waited for the suffering of the world.
However, with a powerful force, he was snatched from the bluestone sword.
Inside the tunnel, the fire passbook is on.
The young man shot like electricity, sealed the big hole in his limbs and rushed over with his shoulder.
Finally, the sun shines brightly.
Teenagers with black hair and eyes look as simple and honest as farmers in the fields.
But he knew that this was not the case. In the sealed acupuncture point, the young internal force is overbearing and vigorous.
He didn't speak, quietly looked at the boy, with the gentlest smile between heaven and earth.
The teenager was at a loss, lowered his head and frantically untied his acupuncture points, saying, you, you, you go.
He stood up, bowed and called out to his little brother. What's his name?
The boy blushed and said, my surname is Xu, and I have no name.
He was shocked, and the seven messengers of the magic religion, Jianghu rumors, said that the fist was the youngest and had the deepest internal force. His surname was Xu, an orphan and the son of the founder.
The boy seemed to think of something and took out a token and put it in his arms. He said, you go quickly, take the children and go straight south. If there are my followers, pass the token here.
He is indecisive, as if young people are revealing great secrets, but what about the ghost head array?
He kept smiling. He said, can't we go to the north?
Teenagers won't say anything more, just take their children and go south quickly.
He clenched his fist, worried but afraid to show it. He said, little brother, you saved me. How can I get it back? You might as well come to my house.
The young man shook his head and said, I can't bear to part with my father and brother. Besides, I used to clean up the affairs of the dragon array, so I can only delay for a while.
He fuels and says that if you don't thank him for his kindness, Yuan will have a drink with his little brother another day.
He endured the injury and galloped away, as if he heard the teenager shouting behind him: Go home quickly and save the baby.
When he returned to his territory, he could not recover, so he ordered people to visit him in the north.
What the teenager said is true. The Demon Sect intends to rebel, unite with foreign enemies and point directly at the Central Plains.
Since he took the lead, he refused to delay, integrated soldiers and heroes, fought bloody battles, and pushed the magic teaching army into the depths of Kunlun Mountain, and was in flight.
He rode to the top and sent people to preach. If he is willing to woo, he will be knighted in front of the temple.
The white flag rose slowly in the canyon.
He stared at it.
The cut head still has black hair and no black pupils, and two brown blood stains after gouging out slip across the cheeks.
On the white banner, big words are written in blood.
Apostate, kill.
He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to go away.
He is a general and can't run for his life at home.
He's a general. He won't hide the news.
He is a general. Don't confuse the enemy with me.
He is a general, and his personal interests are not as good as the country's righteousness after all.
He opened his eyes, raised his knife and waved it. He shouted, boys, kill!
The gongs and drums are loud, and Kunlun is stained with blood.
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Broken dragon stone is falling.
The spring of the machine creaks like a ghost crying.
Clever use of the heavenly palace to capture hobbies, exquisite mechanism, but let the chain gear whimper endlessly.
He bowed his head and waited for the opportunity.
The fall of this man today excited the righteous brothers.
He can't remember whether this young man is a martial arts leader or a general.
When the adoptive father and his brother peeped at the restaurant, he paid more attention to the pink ball-like child.
The child is mischievous in his father's arms and speaks inarticulate.
Dad is the one who burns his shoulders in the field and puts rice paste on his shoulders. After the man left, his wound was so painful that no pair of warm and rough hands would come to ask for comfort.
Dad, the little boy's father, is the target of his adoptive father and brother.
He finally snatched the little boy's father from the bluestone sword, and at the moment when the righteous brother of the guardian array was relieved.
He told him to go, take the token, and take his children to the south, where there are no believers in the sun and the moon, wolves and horses, and children and fathers can live quietly all the time.
The blue figure of the man who flew away doesn't look like his father, but he still pays close attention to it until it is no longer visible.
He turned around, he lifted the broken dragon stone array, he cleaned it between the blades, and he smiled and asked him to take advantage of the heavenly palace to maintain the machine spring. He went to class to report that everything was normal and all went well.
Farewell to that man, the real red scarf, rolled like fire behind him with a standard. He waited absently for a while. Yes, this man was originally different from his father.
His father, who died by the sword of a drunken conference semifinal, had to make a roll of straw mats, but he couldn't save it when he was young.
The little boy's father made millions of lions, so why steal peace? A boy like a pink ball just needs to wait for victory by the window.
He laughed because of ignorance, but it brought trouble to the whole teaching.
The big hole at the back of the neck was controlled, but he didn't resist. Internal force came from the hole, causing severe pain, syncope and falling into darkness.
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the sun rises, gouges out three knives and six holes, pulls out the tongue, and swims away, so 998 1 falls, and jasper knife falls, so the head and body are separated.
At the moment when blood gushed from his cavity, he heard his adoptive father shout a flag. He thought that the little boy would be naughty in his father's arms again soon.
two
The forest is vast and the snowfields are boundless.
After four villages and towns built eight bunkers, only a team of seven people was left, which was chased by German shepherd.
This man was born and raised in the northeast, and he suggested going to the deep mountains. There are many animal tracks, which are difficult to track. The disadvantage is that food is scarce and it is possible to change food.
My teammates laughed and said that I would rather be a tiger than a dog.
When everyone was laughing, he decided to go to the mountains.
In the deep mountains and wild places, I actually met the confrontation between teenagers and tigers.
It's too late to think why there are teenagers here. They shot and fled in horror.
The boy seemed to be more afraid than the tiger, turned and ran, and instantly lost track in front of the rock wall.
Mom, have you seen Shan Gui under a clear sky?
He glared at the clown in the team and said that there was a passage on the rock wall. Find it quickly.
A hole appeared in the sky through a narrow stone crack.
They are standing outside the only cave here.
He shouted, little brother, can you let us stay for a few days?
No response.
He smiled and told his men to prepare the soil and set up a shed in the shelter away from the cave.
The boy appeared early in the morning, stumbling in front of their shed, putting down a bamboo basket and not moving for a long time.
The boy retreated to the cave and got up and found rice, millet, fruits and vegetables in the bamboo basket.
He went to the mouth of the cave and said, thank you, little brother.
A shy face appeared in the shadow of the hole, and the boy shook his head and waved his hand as if to say thank you.
Only then did I realize that the teenager who was free in the mountains was actually a disabled person.
A few days in the mountains, because of the guidance of this disabled boy, food is rich, leisurely and interesting, far better than the fiery war life outside the mountains.
The northeast man is trimming the small thin fields and ridges near the water source, lamenting: if you don't have to fight devils and bring your wife here to live, it's really a fairy day.
Immediately next to the booing, the captain said, the enemy bandits are not removed, and the wife and children of the lieutenant are hot, so it's time for a good review.
He smiled at the boy who was robbed of his job and was at a loss. He said, clown, have you finished drying the dried fish? It's embarrassing to talk nonsense here.
The clown is right, then he will go and worship the big sun for his little brother for the New Year.
He said to get more sunshine, and we had to make up all the food we had before we left.
When the boy heard this, his gray eyes turned to him, without focus, but his look turned white with sadness.
When they left, the boy grabbed any hand he could and begged silently.
He stepped forward and grabbed the boy's arm. He said, little brother, my name is Yuan, the captain of the fourth column of the Northeast Field Army. I found a huge army, and I will take you to our place, but now, I can't.
The teenager hung his head, slowly let go, squatted down and groped, and the pebbles were painted on the ground, which was a word of scribbling.
He picked up the boy and said, I will remember a little brother named Xu waiting for us to come back here.
The teenager was in tears.
A group of Tibetan men, knowing that it is tiring to take this disabled boy on the road, can't bear to look back at the figure at the other end of the crevice.
The meeting with the big troops went surprisingly smoothly, but then it was an encounter, and it was a day and a night, everywhere.
They were ordered to clean up the battlefield, and the clown was sharp-eyed He grabbed a dead dog and cheered when he saw something good, then his face changed.
An exquisite pocket watch hangs on the collar of a wolfhound.
This is his favorite thing. He gave it to the boy because he was surprised at the sound of mechanical walking.
I took it later, and the watch was frozen in the snow. He held it in his palm and it was bitterly cold.
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The sound of explosion in his ear scares him more than meeting a tiger.
Gunfire.
Dad said, remember, that's the sound of taking mom away, so run and hide when you hear it from a distance.
So he ran away and ran back to the familiar cave, shrinking himself and crouching in the corner.
He still doesn't understand why that voice can take away his mother. Mom just went to town with dad and never came back. The father who came back dragged him to live in the mountains for many years.
He misses his mother and the days when many children in his family read hundreds of surnames with their fathers.
Dad coughed and said, the land is destroyed and people are killed. Life is like dirt, and there is no way in heaven.
He doesn't understand.
Dad stopped talking and never talked to him again.
Someone is talking to him now. The man outside the cave said, little brother, can you let us stay for a few days?
He listened carefully. The voice that took his mother is gone, so he doesn't have to hide?
There are voices talking, walking, humming and chopping wood outside.
He moved a little outward because he could hear more clearly.
He remembers that at that time, his mother was still there, his father taught hundreds of surnames, and so did the children at home, singing, chopping wood and slingshots.
He smiled silently.
He brought a basket of food because he heard them mention the word hunger many times.
It's that voice again, saying, thank you, little brother.
He remembered the voice and hummed beautifully.
In fact, every sound is very nice. He thinks they have been talking to him in the valley.
But, still go.
The valley was silent, and he squatted at one end of the crevice and couldn't help crying.
I don't know when the smell of wild animals sprayed on his face.
He was startled and fell backwards, but was immediately pulled up by the clothes on his chest.
A strange and blunt voice asked, where is the No.8 road?
He doesn't know what route eight is. He shook his head and shook his hand.
The voice asked again.
He had to shake his head and shake his hand again.
When my face hit the cold land, the smell of wild animals came to my face, so the pain continued and it was heartbreaking.
He called his mother, dad and Yuan with all his strength.
There is no voice of him in the valley.
Are you Yi Shi?
The soldiers behind him followed suit.
His heart was criticized and chased, as if he had owed debts for several lifetimes.
Under the cover of bushes, he suddenly failed in the ambush.
The next moment, I was stranded on the ground, and I was stranded flying a pistol.
I was so competitive that he jumped up and punched an opponent without a gun. It's terrible to hit him in the face without fancy.
Scattered with soil and leaves, he finally decided that the expression on his face was "dumbfounding".
I have never seen such a strange opponent desperate in the exercise.
Not far away came the sound of pursuers.
Run, he said to himself alone, 36 plans, walking is the best policy.
As a result, I chose to die.
Helpless looking at the cliff without the gate of heaven and earth, he raised his gun angrily and funny, pointing to the Lord who grabbed his leg and insisted on Qingshan.
I want to kick, and my bleeding face is short of breath.
He said: Is it worth fighting for?
That strange guy didn't say a word. Now, buckle his feet, twist his waist and rise inch by inch, intending to buckle him more.
You have to scratch my tongue, he complained.
That guy finally caught him by the balls with his cooperative attitude.
Two people wobbled on the cliff like pendulums.
He smiled. Sweat, blood and dirt are mixed in the nose, and all the clothes, guns and all kinds of equipment are useless at this moment.
Is it an idle life?
He looked at the soldier from the side, his face painted, young and alert, a little nervous.
He was even happier. If he hadn't shouted for them to come down quickly on the cliff, he would have discussed it with this little brother. Removing his hand by half an inch would not affect the oppression of the carotid artery, but he could turn his head a little and take a look at the gorgeous sunset.
Once you land, you are not so happy.
He responded to his opponent's anger and kept an eye on those deadly soldiers.
He smiled and said, little brother, I am your prisoner.
He smiled and said, is there anyone with that name in the hundred surnames?
He smiled and said, do you want to come to our place?