The God of Destruction

No wonder you can't be your residual climate.

Mao Jian's body shakes slightly. After a long time, he only opened his mouth, adults said very well.

She has the man turned to the carriage, leaving only a harsh laughing from the air.

Pan Chen stood up at this time and patted the shoulders of the ancestors. He didn't say anything. After all, this is a family problem. He is hard to say. Zheng Monday is also a rare serious person, holding the sleeve of Mao Zuwei, seeing him did not respond, I have to release his hand. Leave it with Pan Chen.

Pan Chen, and so on.

He has a call behind him. Pan Chen turned his head and found that Mao claimed. He is a bit surprised uncle. What do you want?

Huang Huazong didn't know that it was a blessing. Although I don't know what your identity is, since you are brothers who listen to rain, then I will treat you as a parent. This listening to the rain sword is to create [listening to rain] refine gas through listening to Yu Xuan Ancestors, I hope to help you. He said that he was ordered to pick up a tea green sword. Before the sword has not untied, the far away, you can feel cold light from your face.

This, too much money, how does Pan Chen have to accept it! Pan Chen hurriedly refused.

Are you still angry with your uncle? Mao Jian suddenly said.

Ah? Pan Chen immediately frozen, waving, forgotting for a long time. He knows that the hairy is night.

Qing Xu, where is it so good. Mao Jian sighed, gently put down his sleeves, pulled the Mao Zuwei on the side, turned and left. His back seems to have been more than a year.

Dusk is like sand, dusk is also a smog.

Pan Chen looked at the sword in his hand for a long time, he knew that he had turned around after hearing the impatient crying. However, on the high wall, there is a pair of eyes like autumn water, look at yourself affectionately.

The owner of the eyes bite his silver tooth, rubbing his lapel with both hands. A red shadow suddenly jumped out of her, pulling her little hand gently. She hurriedly turned over and shouted: "Sister, when did you come back?"

Things are very busy, but just come back, why, don't want my sister? Jiang Qin reached out and gently nodded.

No, no Jiang Zong paint low words.

You, you. Jiang Qin slowly crossed Lin Yal's little hand, the world did not break the banquet, as long as I firmly believe that one day, you will meet again. Don't be too sad, hurt your body without reason.

Jiang Zang painted a red face, gently spit a spit, sister, how can you speak alone? By the way, the guy just hate people. She hurriedly pulled this.

He is just a poor. Jiang Qin looked at the distance, the tenderness on his face was gradually blown by the night wind.

Poor? What's up with him? He is obviously a boss. Jiang Dan's photo brushed his mouth and did not believe it on his face.

he.. Jiang Qin smiled. He is Liao Hua. Ten years ago, he was a talented person, the name and the name of his son were the same.

Ah? Jiang Zang paint small open boss, is these good? Why can't I see it?

What can you tell you, silly girl? I am thinking about your little lover all day.

sisters. Jiang Zong depicts a subtle angry.

Jiang Qin had to stop talking, then you don't have to say you, but Liao Hua is born very bad, it is discriminated against, and Huang Huazong's elders are directly biased toward today's son, if fair. In the end, I don't know who will win.

How do my sister know? Jiang Zong asked her with curious eyes.

Ok, blow the wind at night. Go back to rest early. If you have a cold, your sister will not pay for you to see a doctor. Jiang Qin said, looking at the faded sky. I don't know if I take him to the moon building is wrong. She sighed. Suddenly screamed, the boy still owe more than ten gold coins.

A few backful birds fell, and the night wind still, as if anything didn't happen.

Listen to Yuxuan, Zongshang.

Mao and Mao Zuwei together, bypassing the tortuous corridor, came to a smog and filled hall. It is the words of Yuxuan listened to Yu Xuan.

Mao Jian looked at Mao Zu Wei sighed on the side. He walked directly to a blank spiritual location, ignited a fragrant note and worshiped three times. Carefully insert the fragrance into your hand, just like in the incense burner. Listen to the rain. I feel sad for your mother and my son. "It took a long time," he suddenly said.

Is this card my mother? When Mao Zuwei didn't know when it came in, his eyes were wet and looked at his father.

After a long time, Mao Jian was a long time, and finally opened his mouth. In fact, I should tell you earlier.

What is it? Mao Zuwei's voice is a bit hoarse.

Do you know why you told you to listen to the rain? Mao Jian looked at the card and said softly.

Isn't it because I heard Yu Xuan? Mao Zuwei seems to be looking forward to this.

Because your mother, her name is listening to the rain. Mao Jian reached out and stroked the card. Finally, he was closed and sighed. She is a gentle flower, but she is ruthless in time.

Mom, she, oh, dead? Mao Zuwei cleared his fist with his hands and said slowly.

I remember that when she was pregnant, she said she had to go back to her mother. I am too busy, I have to send her back to a few better refinery. I think this is just a little thing, but if you don't think, she will say goodbye when she leaves. The sword tightly clenched the fist, when the knockle was white, he refused to let go.

On the road, they encountered the attack of the beast, and the refiners did the biggest efforts to save your mother, but they were buried in the mouth of animals. He slowly walked to other cards to write the name of the name, listening to the rain. These unscience is your savior, come to worship them.

Mao Zuwei walked into these spirit in step by step, he was heavy, and he knocked three times.

Your mother was saved. She went back and listened to Yuxuan, and she fainted. Later, even the doctor also invited the feeling. How did she drag the injured body to a far place, in fact she has been saying that you are in her heart. Later, due to the serious injury, a long journey, the doctor said, if you want the child, the mother will not safe, if you want your mother, the child will be ...? Do you know how your mother chooses?

She almost did not hesitate to choose the former. At first I was very opposed, but she said, do you know why I can live back? Supporting me is all my children in my belly. I am eager to survive, just want to see him born safely. So, I am gone, you don't have to be sad, treat our children, our children.

I am with her last night. Her hand is always on the bumper of the drum. Because she knows from that, she can't touch you again.

She said, don't tell you, her mother. That is, she is fine. Really very good. She is always in the place you can't see, quietly watching you, watching you grow up, then she will be very happy. Since you have grown up, you have the right to know this. In fact, your mother only wants you to have a good time every day, this is the last wish she is dead.

Chapter 1884 White Card

Mao Zuwei slowly walked to the position of the white card, reach out and touched the wooden sign, Mao Dun no longer talk, stood quietly.

God, will you hate me? Mao Zuwei suddenly asked Mao Jian.

The sword was shocked, shook his head, I have never hated you. Because this is her decision. Because you are my child. You have to have a happy life, this is your mother and I hope.

for sure. Mao Zuwei was silent for a long time and said.

There is a touch called mother.

There is a kind of concern, called father.

The evening wind blew the smoke, the night seems deeper. However, the light in my heart is getting more and more bright.

Pan Chen is inexplicably sneezing, and it is suspected to look around. At night, he can't continue to hurry. Liao Hua had to order the team to stop. I have to stay here, then I will go to the road. Liao Hua looked up, forgot the darkness of the night sky, the strong cumulus covered the moonlight. His heart became inexplicably irritated, shook his head, turned back to the carriage.

Brother, do you think Huang Huazong is not very interesting? Zheng Zhou put his head against Pan Chen's shoulders, with a naughty face on his face.

You are raising this dog, how do you know how to play all day? Panchen is a head. Ok, it is already very late. Go back to rest early, but you have to continue to rest tomorrow. Zheng Zhou remembered once, but it was still in the car.

Pan Chen was completely drowsy, looked at the dark night, quietly. At this time, only one person left outside the car, he suddenly felt loncomes.

Everything is gone, in the end, he and his sister are the only one in this strange world. The priest, why do you throw your son's pastor behind? Even if you die, the pastor is willing to die with you. He sighed low.

The wind is slippery in the air. That kind of tension, dry and cold wind.

Pan Chen suddenly stood up. who is it? He called in front of the evening. No one answered, dark is like a thick liquid, layered in other body. He is a bit breathing.