The God of Destruction

Lack? Young people have frowned, it is really a mess, are you coming to find a painting?

Miss painting. Who? Pan Chen is a bit unknown, so.

That a young shot took his forehead. Tell me how you came.

Pan Chen saw that this person is also very good, his heart is not very exclusive, so he simply told him what he happened.

Ha, from beginning to end, teenagers are laughing, brothers, don't blame my brother is not raised, but, ha, this Jiang Qin is famous for her money.

How do you say this? For Jiang Qin, Pan Chen is also very curious in his heart. Now he listens to your youth, it is very interested, and it is not too concerned about the fun of teenagers.

Chapter 1877

This Jiang Qin is also a strange person. She is just because of her daughter's body, she created her business dynasty in the three pavilions. You see, the moon building in this world is one of her industries. For some reason, she always treats money as a copper coin, should not waste anything.

that's it. Pan Chen can't help but feel a burst of fun, then how did you come here, who is the painting?

At this time, that young man became red, which is very inconsistent with his usual personality. For a while, he said: "I tell you in love with my brother,"

Seeing Pan Chen nodded, he went to say, I am the main forest of Yuxuan, listen to the rain, so that the smoke in the forest is one of the most famous women in Kyushu, in order to kiss Fangze, get it near the bottom moon. When I came to this Mingyue Building as a waiter, I had to feel wronged. You know, I was almost interrupted by my father.

Pan Chen said in a time. So you kiss Fangze? He said a word is listening to the rain, he only said a word, no. But suddenly heard the cough, Lin was raining, as if she hit a smoke like a chicken blood.

Pan Chen watched his back. Then, he also hit a chicken blood. Jiang Qin wearing red clothes smiled and looked at them and returned, but I didn't want to say anything.

Pan Chen picked up a piece of rag, wiped the table, wrinkled with brows, one hand died on the rag, afraid his hand.

How can you clean the table like this? Listening to the rain, I didn't know when I came over, and I grabbed his loose, and wipe it carefully. After a while, this table, just a pile of chaos and seven-eight things, became a new table.

Are you not so dirty? Pan Chen looked at Lin and listened to the rain, as if he was watching an interlock.

I just arrived here, just like you, but I have been used to it for a long time. By the way, I don't know, my guys. What is your name? Lin listened to the rain and still appeared ruthless.

Pan Chen, calling me Pan Chen.

Pan Chen? No, there is a lot of swearing. I call you small leaves. Ok, yes, this master is so talented, he can't help but think of a very interesting name. I have no power to this.

Pan Chen head is all black lines. I don't know how to say this guy. Just he didn't know that his mentality did change in unknowing.

One day's work is not very tired for people they practice, but this humble job inevitably will have a little resistance to him, or you can't give up his identity.

After doing all things at night, Pan Chen washed a shower, lying on a cold wooden bed, quietly looking at the ceiling. Strange, why did you see the girl all day?

He is . At this time, someone knocked on the door, he stood up and opened the door. Lin Hand took a bottle of old wine, holding a roast chicken right hand, listening to the rain.

How, Xiaoye, I don't know how to have an inexplicable intimacy. Today, our brothers meet the first time, must you drink a cup?

Lin is hard to listen to the rain, and Lin has become his first friend. He is also very happy to think of this. He didn't consider it.

They came to the roof and chose a seat to sit down. Lin Xiuyu pulled the mud seal of the wine, raised the mouth of the wine altar, then threw it to Pan Chen, tearing the oil paper wrapped in roast chicken, pulling a chicken leg, starting something.

However, Pan Chen took a wine altar and frowned slightly. Didn't you take a cup? He let the forest heard the rain next to him.

no. I can't stand you, a big piece of head, like a scorpion, not drinking for me. Lin listened to the rain, chewing the chicken legs in his mouth, and said in a vague.

Helpless, Pan Chen had to give a drink for a small mouth, but what don't think of it. He laughed yourself. He used a lot of good wine. He never had such a bad wine, but he is very pleasant today. He drank a drink again.

Hey, leave a few chicken legs. I am not eating. Hey, have you heard, you are a gourmet.

After being invested for half an hour by Jiang Qin, Pan Chen finally sent her room and promised her to give her all the money she just spent on eating and drink, and sacrificed her money. He slowly closed the door, and opened the window, a night wind blowing, rolled up his long scattered hair, he gently leaned on the windowsill, closed his eyes. A touch of smiles appeared in the mouth.

In fact, this is also very good. His whisper fell in the drunken evening wind, no one answered. He just reached out, it was about to close the window, and suddenly I saw the window of the opposite room was driving. A girl wearing a white dress is bent down, looking down on the giant moonlight of the night sky, the neck is staining the color of the snow. Lin Yuner's shadow faded between eyebrows. Not so fascinating, it is simpler. A few hair wet cheeks. Maybe I just washed my hair, and the air was filled with a touch of hair.

She cleverly fits into nine days of fairy, let the world independent. So beautiful.

She is the river painting. Pan Chen said to himself, he slowly closed the window and closed the last layer of smoke.

how about it? How is my brother? In the room of Jiang Zong painting, Zheng Zhou is looking for an eager look, and it is necessary to river painting, just like a head. Hunger wolf in the food looks green light.

what? Jiang Zong's face suddenly turned red, know why I want to ask. In such a short period of time, she can't know this antique girl, it seems to know him for a few years, but she likes the bins of the heart, maybe I love her house and Wu, when she loves at first sight, she I met him for a short period of time, as if she met him for several years.

Hey, you can draw your sister, don't pretend, my brother, that is the most beautiful man in the world. Zheng Zhou said that he still proud of his little chest, sucking your nose, this funny appearance immediately let Jiang Yu have draw a time.

Ok, don't think who is the brother, right? She reached out and gently stacked the wind dry hair behind the ear. Zheng Zhou runs behind her, I don't know when I have more comb, and the sister is best. Zheng Zhou reached out to help her hair on the waist.

The late wind outside the window is still. Night is darker. People have taken the lamp very early, and a silence around them, showing strange depression. Suddenly, Pan Chen's room door crew, opened a small slit, a faint yellow light leaked out from the inside. He hasn't come yet, and it is far away in the darkness.

Remember to think of sweet Pan Chenguan. Then, his figure quickly flashed between the buildings, breathing several times, his figure disappeared.

In the dense forest outside the city, Pan Chen stopped. He leaned over his body and reached out to the ground. The light green light of his eyebrows has been flashing. For a long time, he stood up, this is the same thing, but if it is not because of my spirit, I will deceive it, this is so secret.

but. He did not continue to say, but the green light suddenly jumped out of his eyebrows. After a while, it became a green light around him. At that moment, he was like a god who fell from the sky, sacred and unable to violate.

Slowly coming with a small green line in the sky, it is getting bigger and bigger, and finally I will suffer the rain, and then suddenly dissipate from the virtual air. The green light around Pan Chen suddenly succulent, finally recovered a little light, did not enter his eyebrow. He stands, a little bit of powerful, cheeks, but he doesn't care, this time, see you have more. He smiled and turned around.

Life is like a calm creek. One day did not have a day of wading, but it didn't see it. It was actually swimming. In the blink of an eye, it has been half a year, Pan Chen has also integrated into today's life. He has a friend who keeps talking. Here, he has a ruthless sister. Here, he buried his best time in his life.

In a dull atmosphere, he met warmth.

Occasionally, you can see Jiang Zhan's painting, but they always pass, no one is more. However, this inspiring action has different original intentions.

It is also strange that from Panchen to listen to Yu Xuan, the strange thing has never happened, and the contrast of Mao Zuwei always expressed surprised. He often smile Pan Chen, saying that he is a blessing star. They also went to the roof in the evening, because Jiang Qin was too busy, it is impossible to stay in this place.

Well, Pan Chen is now used to the turbid bitter wine, just like there is no wave in this life, it is like a sea, even if you are a stone, as long as you don't enter its arms, you will integrate it, whether you admit it. At least Pan Chen has compromised. He compromised in a long and pleasant day.

Just like every winter morning, Pan Chen opened the door of the restaurant. The warm twilight is full of steady breathing. From last night, there is a fragrant snowflake, and now it has become a large white. He squinted his eyes, a little lazy, couldn't help but hurt. He smiled and picked up the mop in the corner of the house.

The light on the ground flashed, and he nodded satisfied. Looking back, Jiang slowly walked down the stairs, but a careless left foot did not stop, seeing himself to fall on the ground, Pan Chen hurried forward, holding her.

Xiao Xiao. Mao Zuwei ran out from the kitchen, holding the just thief, but the smile on his face was solid. This winter, the weather is a bit cold. The snow outside the window is full of windows, as if it is necessary to press the Mingyue Building.

Pan Chen hurriedly put her. Sorry. His face is very embarrassed.

why no. I also want to thank you. Jiang Zong painted low, and it was ashamed.

... The word is finally out of mouth. Mao Zu Wei shook his head and touched his shoulders of Panchen. Today it's cold. There should be few guests. Let's drink a pot.

Yes. Pan Chen agreed, then left his shoulder. There is only a stupid person to stand in place.

Chapter 1878 people don't see!

Painting my sister, people don't see movies! Zheng Week I didn't know where to come out, reach out in front of Lin Yan.

Ah? Hey. At this time, Jiang Hide's painting has emerged in his mind.

He said that you are not that, I think you are so thinking, hehe! Zheng Zhou face is very naughty.

You know, you know. Lin Yas waved his hand and patted her small head. Zheng Zhou Shi avoided it, helplessly spit out his tongue.