p; Twocrunchesdown，andtheguyseemstobeready，insiturantowardthefrontofthevillageafteraroll，LiuGuanjiaShouting，allpeopletowardhim，andthosewhohavejustoutoftherobberjustvisibleagainintovillagegate...
Iturnedonthetwoblackshoutedgoquickly，goquickly!
LiuGuanjiacoveredinbloodcarryknifeteethlookedathim，andIknowwhoyouare?
Themanhahasmiledtwo，pulloutaknifefrombesidetheperson'swaist，thenhisinfantryallaroundwithbowsandarrowsatLiuGuanjiaandme，themannamedbullpenisbyLiuGuanjiacametoLiuGuanjiaafaceofcynicism，hedidn'tspeakfierceoneknife...
Hegavemealook，rightbehindthelowvoicesaid，what，foraninstantthosepeoplearoundtoLiuGuanjiashootarrows，whosuddenlyseveralarrowcollapsesinthebody.
Iseethathappeningatthemomentbutnothandlewithoutce，Iturnedtolookbehind，twoblackindeedgonequitefastreaction，withthebullpenisishardevennevergivehimapath，buthedidn'tgomyinthemindissometime.
Afollowedbyabodyisafewonthelegropetrapping，itispulleddown，Iwasdraggedtothebullpenis，afewpeoplecomeuptomydaggerawaytieasolid...
Hecameoverfrommywaistbacktospill，openaftertookalook，afaceofdrearyexercise.
Bigmiss，Isaidyoualsotoonotbargain，it'sawhiteMofemaleinsectinsectpowdermadeofbakedinquiry，thattheblackMoinsectnaturalenemiesonlywhiteMoworm，youknowwhiteMoinsecthowscarce，thisismyonlyabucketofantidote，hemonocularintobambootubeandlookedatitandIknowthatmostbutone5leftinside.
Heslurpedthetwoputbambootubeandbackwaistbaginside，suddenlylookedupatme，formysoulMoflutewasalsoyouhavedestroyed，mygod，bigmissyoucanknowitwhetherlivingorgoldinjustthisone，haveyoutheblackmaleblackMoinsectpoison，aslongasI'mawayMosoulmusic，hewillconfessIgivepriorityto.
Whatdayisittoday，IworkedsohardtouseMosoulmusiciscollectedtoJanefeathereaglebyyourdarktowerapottoallmen，thatwasmybrothertookasquadronoflife，tochangebackbabystrengthresultsonallfoldheretonight，wewanttoputthedarktowermalebondedtocomeover，butdon'twanttobeyousneakattackalsodestroyMosoulflute(Iknowitisnotagoodthing)，heshookthehandit'satalosslosehome.
Nowondermybrothertoldmeyesterday，toadvancetheactionbytheway，doyoucomeupwithatowerofblackmaleteamwealsocannotreallytotreatyou(hesaidhisbrother，isn'tthecowhelmetmanyesterdayhe，whereIalsoseemstobealittledifferent)thisinsidiousguywasatwinbrother，withthemortomoremeans.
Bigmissyouletmelostsomuch，nomatteryouthatwhoisagainbig，Ialsowon'tletyoueasily，let'sgo，theresinvillageseetakeyoutoourdreams.
Stillhaveadreamresinvillage，isthegoldinthehostanduncletowrestleahiddenpower.
Bullpenisalsoturnonablackhorse(twoblackwhere，now，hewantstomovebrainagainandsaveyourselfthebullpenisbuttocrack)lookatthevillage，tojustthebigman，withagoodsearch，whethertofinddon'tfindherethendon'tleaveanytraces，finishedaraninfrontofalltheREINS.
Infantryonthebigshouldbetheteamleader，hetooktheatorchfromthehandofthepartner，thefirstwalkedintothevillageIbeneaththehorsebegantowalkforward，Idon'tknowiftheycanfindtomyuncleinthevillagethatbatchofimportantenergy，butIstillcan'tunderstandsuchanimportantplaceonsomevillagersstationedherealone，butalsosomewomenandbuiltastockadeandthewallbutitforcattlepenisthesepeople，aslongastheyarewillingtocanalwaysrushedinandtuvillage.
ButwhyisthatIcametothishappenedhere，hadbeenharassedorwarning，LiuGuanjiabeforedeathcalloutthenameofthesecond，thatactuallyLiuGuanjiatheyalwaysknowwhatyou'rewithagroupofpeople，ifweknowthatwhydefensesohasty，tomyuncle'sstrengthandcommanderinchiefdecisionthisisjusttoohardtoimagine，isn'theisintentionally...
ThecattlepenisdaretorefusesorushedinandkillLiuGuanjiatuvillage，thisisthewillandthepowerofuncleapportionment，itisimpossibletocover，feelLiuGuanjia'sdeathwasatradewindsofthestorm.
Hecanrelyonistwoblacknow，hisbodywasreadiscanfindtheirowngas，butitisalsoasecondwish，yourmindwiththisguy.Hewouldliketoknowthehistoryofthetwoblack，andlikethefeathereagleJanecollectedhis，sohedidn'tkillhimselfiswanttwoblacktotakethebait.
Ontheroadafterthesepeopledidnotwalkfromundergroundentranceintotheundergroundpassage，butenteredtheundeadforest(theyarenotafraidtopython)thesepeopleputalayerofoilonthetorchesclothbelt，thefireburningafterapungentsmell，don'tknowwhatistocome，butmustbeonthegoheresecuritymeasures.
Theydon'thavehishorseracingbutveryslowonbothsidesofthefullofdeadtrees，desertedroadalong.
Walkinonbothsidesofthepeoplefromhorsebackclothfromtimetotime，takeoutafewgrainsofthingintodeadunderthetreeintheshrub，eachdropagrainthatisacommotioninthebushes，alsoit'sstrangeyouyesterdayintheforestonhorsebackbrotherhoodoftheWolfandthedeadtreebranchestwitch，nowonebyoneallmotionless，likeadeadbutIwasverycleartheirrootsaresoilcreep，thismaybethereasonwhysomeshrubsinaction.
Buttheairthereisaredintaste，stillshouldhavepeoplewhoisthedeadsnakeinthebody，astheyscatter，sidewillbeheldupatorch，thetorchshouldberestrainedsnakepeople，buttheygivethedeadtreeandfeedingstuff，thereisameanstothecattlepenistroopsfightisnotsimple，andjustkilltheLiuGuanjiacomparedwithstronguncle，itseemsthathewon't.
Onbothsidesoftheroadfeelalmostcouldn'tfindanyreference，timeseemstobeverylonghere，thosepeopleonbothsidesofthemachineryofrepeatingthesameaction，Icanonlyseemyselfbehindthehorse，haven'tsaidawordallalongthewaythatcattlepenisto
Itisstrangethatthisroadseemstobenoforkorturn，don'tknowisyourillusionorherebecauseofspaceandtime.
Arepetitionofmovementsandsounds，butthesepeopledon'tsayaword，andsoconstantlyrepeated，asifsuddenlybecameafteroutofthevillagejustnosoulwalkingdead，therewasnoexpressiononherface，hereiswhatforcesaffectthem?
Goalongthisroadforalongtimeinbecomingagoodmooddepressed，feelinghimselflikeadead，they'refunforawhileandgenerallynotwo，livingforamomentinthedeadofforestroadonebyoneandallwithnoawarenessofthedead.
Onlyfeelconstantlymoveforward，peoplesitdownonahorse，welltubehe'sthekingoftheroadsolongevenwhentwoblackthemselvestofindnottooeasy，notsomebodyelse'storchandnofilialpiety，whatfood，theirevenbeingasfood，didn'tfindsuchasIwaseatthebonesbroken.
Feelmoreandmoreagitated，stoppedwhenpaolomaldini，theleftsideofthedeadtreeacracklingsound，thenthosewhocollectedthedeadbranches，revealingadarkpath，sothereisnosignofatunnel，ifnotdeadtreebranchesthemselvescan'tgetoutofthewayitwasfoundthatthispath.
Cavalrywentuptotheforkintheroad，afterthelookofthesepeoplestartedslowlychanged，nolongerrigiddeadpan，asifthesoulcamebackagain，myheartsuddenlyrealizedwhat，thesepeopleandthosewhohavethedeadsnakeinthebodyseemstobewhatistheconnection，thepavementoftheroadarewood，theirareintoalldirectionstogether，likewalkingonaship.
Thecrowdnottothesideoftheroadandthings，alsodon'tknowhowmanyparticles，thebagssolongstillhaven'tfinishednow，thecrowdbegantohaveavoice，andmoreandmorelikethere，justthesilenceontheroad，thereisnobutthatisnoillusion.
Leftagainnotamomentlikealampindribsanddrabsinthedistance，justbegantomoreandmorefast，Istillhavesomenotaccustomedto，andthenthehorsebegantogallop，thehorseshoerollofvibrationsonthewood，acrowdcamethevoiceofShoutinghorseacceleratedconstantly，atthismomentIfeelthegroundshook，andthefeelingoflikeaboatinthewater，thenthesoundreallyspreadwateroneithersideoftheroad.
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