Governor's Illness

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The roof of the cell is broken, and the residual water on the tiles came in and dripped on the ground and wet a ground. The wall of the wall opened a window, the iron made of iron, every summer, the wrist, the bleak light came in, so that Xia Hou did not reach out and did not see the five fingers. The four sides are stone walls, and there is a short door in the corner. The wall is very thick, in addition to the wind, there is no sound, there is no sound, as if the whole cell is only one. Sometimes it seems that hidden can hear other cells, the chain is dragged on the ground, soon, there is no illusion.

The night is already deep, the darkness has enveloped his whisper, only the windy wind, the dust, looked at the light, watching the dust, like countless small worms, no head without brain.

He remembered a lot of time, like five days, and it was seven days. When he woke up, the wound on his body was already covered, and it was very scribbled. The head is very painful. He tried to touch it, where there is a big bag. In fact, you don't have to look at it. He is now sure to have a swollen, and it is terrible.

He thought that he didn't have a chance to revenge, Liu returned to the preparation of the head of the meeting, he can live to the present, because the martial arts in the north of the north rushed to Liuzhou to take time. He practiced a four-year knife, drilled four years of drafting skills, and finally did not defeat Liu returned, and even became the foot stone of Liu Gui Tibet, helping him to re-on the throne of the rivers and lakes.

Joke, it is a joke.

The outside suddenly sounded the sound of firecrackers, and the fireworks were thunder, and they were in the sky. Xia Hou got up and saw that the midnight of the midnight of the midnight of the pitched night. He almost forgot, today is the end of the year.

He remembers his mother. Once there was a high tower of the Duanyang Festival Xiahou, the Tower of the Navar Temple of Suzhou, and the top of the top, the top layer overlooks the entire Suzhou City. From above, the green tile white wall is scales, like a small chessboard, the people and the car horses like ants. Huanghuang light is connected to a piece, the whole city star is as burned. He was happy to yell, and he said in the mouth, I want to fly. Xia Hou squatted him, this woman's strength is terrible, and the five-year-old Xia Hou hanging is unbelieving. Xia Houzhen was scared, and immediately cried. Xia Hou hurriedly took him back, said with a headache: "Do you want to fly? Let you fly, how do you cry?"

Xiahou, is that, in addition to killing fire, do things are not reliable. Xia Hou lived to the present, and I haven't seen anything like her. It is such a mother, let him sit in his shoulders to watch the big flowers on the stage of the stage in the sea, holding him in the Wuzi boat, listening to the hills of the Hanshan Temple, bringing him to the temple. The last haler is settled.

I used to have many doors in the world. There is a house behind each door, and each room has a family. At that time, he was still small, he didn't understand, seeing others all his parents, some even more than one mother, only he just smoked in the noble mother. In order to send a big temper in this and Xia Hou, he runs throughout the entire gamous village, one asked him, where is it? No one knows, or no one dares to say. He didn't get an answer, and he couldn't come. Now he understands that in fact, he has him in this room, there is a mother, it is a home.

But it is late, his home is no longer.

In the nasal cavity, the strong soreness is rushed, and the tears are coming out of the eye. He looked at it, and tears flowed out from the fingertips. He sent a vow to cry again. He is twenty-one, this should not be crying again. When you recall the past, I can't help but I can't help it.

Time is a bit drop, the outside of the gun is gradually small, no, the world is heavy. It looked at the sky, he heard the distant chicken, and the sky was sprinkled out of the window, and the windows were divided into one piece, paved on the ground.

The lock on the short door is being opened, he heard the sound of the key to the lock hole.

He knew that he was about to be taken to the villain. Liu returned to his head of the world, his blood will spray on the stage, and many of the blood under the soil. He is going to die, his ghost will enter Huangquan, he will think about it, will he see him again?

He suddenly understood why people would believe that there is such a medium. It turns out that all the reincarnation and the government's hopes, all the people who have arrived with the people who have bony love.

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Galance southwest.

The Hall of the Wushen is full of people, and it is full of people. There is a murderer who went to the southwest smuggling of Yanha, and there is a murderer who is wanted by the government. There is also a woman who can't do it in the Central Plains. The flies flew over the sky, from time to time, the flies were patrolled on the desktop covered with oil, and the dirty legs explored the beef in the dish, but they were quickly driven away. Most of the tiger mouths and palms who drive their hands are full of workers, that is the hand taken by the knife.

"Hey!" The big table in the middle of the guests suddenly jumped on a round face, screaming, "all the position, quiet! In Tang Dynasty, please listen to it!"

No one cares about him, eats, chatting, chatting.

Tang Xiqiyi Hey: "Who is the mother listening to me, who I will give one or two silver!"

The station is quietly quiet, and everyone is in the eyes of him.

Tang seven hands move, the books and the muggors of the station moved in a big box and started to make silver. Tang Xi has looked at the heart and pumping, but also counted.

It is, anyway, Xia Hou's silver, what he is distressed!

"You can know the death after the next two days?" Tang Xiqi looked around and shouted.

"Of course, I will know!" Someone responded, "the rivers and lakes are all spread, and the old turtle of Liu returned to the old turtle. He grabbed the son of Jaho Luo, and after two days, he was headed down in the suburbs of Liuzhou!"

"Since you know, why can you drink alcohol to eat meat here!" Tang Xiqi made a model of indignation.

"He wants to have no name ghosts, let's get what is going on! Galak does not save him, still counting we?" Some people smiled, "Hey, the gamscaping passengers are really poor, I heard that the gamma has rules, must be dead, The capture is not saved, the rebellious person will not save. There is only a nameless ghost! "

"You are confused!" Tang Xiqi is a feet, and it is sad, saying that the sputum is flying. Since the establishment of the , how much I have killed the monks! The heart of the head of the behead is the old man, but I am There is a two knights in the black road. Since the exhibition, I have a hundred and twenty-eight people since I have a discovery of the truth! The left hand, the left hand knife Liu Errien is begun, he once tangled seventy-two people, and the right hand was cut , Practice the left hand knife, still mix the wind, how hero! Which hero! No matter the high-gradela, the wind is a knife, the lonely mountain guest! Everyone is a one-class hero Han, but it is died on the ! "

Everyone listened to silence, Tang Ji drank saliva, continue to say: "Don't you know what is the idea of ​​Liu is hitting in your heart? He takes us a good hand and a cleaner, unifying the road to make the rivers and lakes, you can drive us! At that time, you think that you can still drink relief and eat meat, play women listen to the small song! "

Everyone is looking at each other, don't talk. Some people have muttered: "But there is no nameless ghost to kill people more than ..." Didn't finish it, immediately grabbed his mouth, quietly dragged.

Tang Xiqi is in the chest, sad and indignant: "All, since the establishment of , our black is not as good as the row of the mouse! I will ask Liu Gui to Turtle the old turtle, how many bad things have been done, do you have a close? Can you see it! Lao Li, you said, Liu returned to you! "His hand finger, a wide man is named, standing on a chaos.

"Liu ... Liu returned him ..." The man done in Baba, and he looked at Tang XII.

Tang 17 stunned, squatted on his side whispering: "Wang Ba Lazi, you collect Laozi three or two silver, you don't release a fart, I want you to be 300!"

The man hit a spirit and out of mouth: "Liu returns him to my old mother!"

Everyone is surprised, Tang Dynasty is also stunned, and the sounds of the four days have come. Some people asked: "Dare to ask for a geometry?"

The man shakes his lips, and the buse has no answer for a long answer.

Suddenly heard a roar, the book raised a teapot and fell on the ground, and he was broken. He was red and his eyes said: "Liu returns this forgetting eight ends, even the old lady will not let go!"

Tang Xi-seven reacted and shouted: "This animal!"

"Yeah, there will be a few days ago, I also grabbed my brother. My brother is only sixteen years old. I just grabbed the pick-up of the jewelry shop. I was killed on the spot!" Someone cried .

"There is also my brother!" Someone followed, "I was killed by people in neighboring village, my brother went to revenge, people who were shocked to be a village gave it. Someone came from neighboring village, put my brother Grasping into private privileges, now I haven't released it. Our family is private, and there is no way to go to the official government. What can I do! "

Everyone has been infected, followed by: "Forget the eight-terminal willow will hide! The animal will will will!" The sound gradually became a piece, and the tide is like this, all people are red.

Tang Xiqi took the opportunity to pull the knife out of the sheath, high shouting, high shouting: "In this case, why not take the unknown ghosts after two days, , rescue the unknown ghost! ! "

" , rescue the unameded ghost!"

"Yang, the greenery of my black, Zhen I am a mustken!"

Galaki is boiling, smuggling, killing, robbing, thief, liar, and even a woman stand up, taking the knife high, the snow film is in the sun, neat slogan is awkward. Tang Ji is excited to look forward to the book, the latter is loud in the pile of people, nodd from the Tang Dynasty.

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After two days, I arrived soon. Xia Hou Yu was taken up to the reverse car, and the Liu returned to the monks, and he would like the street to show the public, and then to the suburbs. The two sides of the street is full of people, and the people lead to the mouth. A three generations come out to see Xia Hou Toyojie Street. The people in the mountains generally fill in the street. The two floors on both sides are also open. The reverse car launched, Xia Hou, on the car bar, see a strange cheek next to the car from the gap of the chaos, and their eyes are curious, some excited, more fear, more despise, disdain There is also hate.

Xia Hou is homing people, not coming to independently, Tang XII will not be inside, the book will not be inside. He knew that he had been abandoned by Galak, he fell into the enemy, and the gamma won't have someone to save him. I have been in the gas, the autumn mastery is in the north, and the Duanshi is in the Western region. Host may get news, but he will never send people. The book and Tang Dynasty will also be stopped.

But he didn't feel sad in his heart, and the gamwed is not his home. His home has not yet, he does not belong to the gamma, he has never been a person.

He has a revenge, a person dies.

His prison car passed through the people of the people, and left straight to Liuzhou suburbs. The outskirts have been set up and the fista, and the disciples are outside the fence, and there are hundreds of people. This decapitation is considered a martial arts event, and Liu returns to accommodate more people, and specially in the outskirts. Liu Renzhen stood on the high platform, and his side sat first, and he looked at Xia Hou.

Xia Hou, was pushed by two disciples, and he looked up, and he was coldly gazing to the high platform.

Liu returned to the frown, disdain.

Xia Houzhen was pressed by his shoulders, and the disciples want him to kneel down, and Xia Hou is dead, it is hard. The knee bend was a feet, and Xia Hou, finally did not support it, but he still raised his head and looked at Liu returned.

"Sure enough, it is a secrete. You look at his eyes, more like a boring lonely wolf, fierce and bloodthirsty." The gate of the East Sea is praised.

Liu returned to the brow, said: "Like his mother, it is disgusting."

The evil pole is boiling, all disciples are full of joy, and Xia Hou said that someone shouted him "villain", and someone shouted waiting for him to cut his head, to kick his head as a ball.

Xia Hou has no expression, he is not afraid of death very early. The more they live to sell this line, the more fear of death, the more you die. He thought he was really a villain, full of blood, gang full, autumn masters said, "The, must be killed", this is the retribution of him, he will understand early, he is not afraid of death.

He only hates yourself. Why is he useless? If he has a sinking intelligence, or has a poor knife, how can Liu return to the ! The mother of the mother is broken again once again, and he bites his teeth in his mind.

On the afternoon of the afternoon, the sun was highly suspended, and the warm sun was not open. The knife hung in the top of Xia Hou, Xia Hou looked at his shadow, and put his fist hard.

He is going to die, he will die. His hatred could no longer be reported, he killed the loneliness and humiliating. Xia Hou's head was hurting, and the anger burned in his heart and licking his hot nerves. If you give him a knife, give him a knife! Xia Hou stared at the Liu return to the high platform, he must kill the bastard!

Suddenly, there was a sharp arrow in the ramp, with sharp whistling, and wrapped in the wind and tied to the eyebrows of the disciples. They didn't come to the exit, and Xia Hou said, the disciples were in. After his body. He stunned, turned his head, on the hillside, Tang Xiqi took the horizontal wave, and his hands were held, and a group of people rushed down together.

"Boss!"

"Teacher's brother!"

They are hung together, like the turbidity of the racting, they will be rushed into the crowd, and the disciples are quickly rushed. They have turned into the knife. More disciples come, cut off the path between Tang 17 and Xia Hou.

"Liuzhuang owner!" The gentleman knife door station.

Liu returned to the hand, shook his head, "A group of blackcomes, and see how I am afraid of the montery of the monks!"

Xia Hou is full of enthusiastic, there is a disciple rushing to press him, he bite in the disciples, dragging him in the ground, the legs lock his throat, making the strength, snoring, disciples It is weak to hang down. Xia Hou squatted to Tang 17 and the book yaw: "Seventeen! Teacher!"

Tang Xiqi waved his double knife, like a fierce beast, a tide of a tide. The book is followed, and the two will open the road, and after the temple of one person, the back of the back is open. Tang Xiqi's hands are constantly moving in the flesh and blood, bringing rushing blood and broken meat, far away, they are like a mobile vortex, all the forward disciples close to their is crushing.

Blood woven into curtains, the hands of the Tang Dynasty were embedded with the bristles, and the people were in front of him again. He rushed forward in everything, and the flesh of the long knife arrived.

He has a lifetime, relying on a woman to eat, do not dare to revenge for six uncles, this is his first time to do so big. He wants to save Xia Hou, that is a family hatred to destroy his fool!

"Boss! You are so cow! You don't die in front of my waste!" Tang Xiqi smashed, pulling out the horizontal waves behind, and struggling to throw out in Xia Hou.

Xia Hou is vacated and jumped to the horizontal wave, and the birds generally pounce into the black pressing crowd, and the Tang Xiqi will be closed.

Three people have back to the crowd. Xiahou's mouth hooked a fierce radians: "Thank you, my brother!"

"Remember to add money to Laozi!" Tang Xiqi laughed.

The crowd is moving up, and the three are constantly moving, and the legs are flying in the air, and blood is like rain. Xia Hou is bloody, and the chest is dramatically, and each breathing delivers a lot of air. He heard the sound of flesh and blood and bones, the scream of the forward disciple, and the wind is in the ear.

Yan Zen followed the moon, and the month is a single-cut wheel, and it is a word. No one can resist the attack of Xia Hou, and he quickly brought a bloody road, like a bloody scar, is between the crowd.

Every door owner watched on the high platform, and the main door of the East China Sea is sighing: "It's a horrible knife! Even if I, I am afraid I can't resist such a fierce knife."

The gentleman knife door is whisper: "That is horizontal wave, it drinks blood in the hands of Jaho Luo, and you will have a blood yourself."

Liu returns: "How is it, a person is stronger, and he can't stop the thousands of people."

Xia Houzhen is still fighting!

More and more enemies, the people in the black are fewer. I said that my mother was scraped with the old Li, who was strong by Liu Gui Tibet, was drowned in the crowd, and the body quickly passed in countless pairs of feet, and the cerebrose pulp. Tang Ji looked at the head of him, biting his teeth and continued to kill, but the more we used it, he quickly caught the pace of Xia Hou. The book is also panting, and I have not fallen behind by Tang Xiqi.

"Boss! We are no longer!"

Xia Hou killed the horizontal wave, the three and the remaining black brothers were surrounded by the positive disciples, but they had no way to go.

"Boss, my mother didn't think of it, I died in a piece!" Tang Xi lost his left hand knife, changed to hands and hit the knife, smile exhausted, his face was covered with blood, almost look I can't ask the original face, "My mother still wants to die in a beautiful bed!"

"Seventeen!" Xia Hou is big, "Don't give up! You come to save me, I must send you out! And you, the book, give me up!"

The book is dragged with a knife, "Teacher! If you can go out, remember to help me take care of the willow! There is Master, you are committed to you!"

"Rolling you, your people, you care about it!" Xia Hou squatted, like a Jedi's wolf, waving the horizontal wave again and again.

He is blood, his eyes are red, and the fierce is like a ghost. The disciples aligned the knife, they did not dare to go forward.

Liu returned to the high platform: "Give me a lot! Kill him!"

The disciples face each other, taking courage, and once again.

But at this time, the rumbling horseshoe from the distance, the military drum like Shen Xiong is full. Five doors stand up and looked at the distance.

That is a long man, everyone is a black dress, white mask, holding long knife, like a black tide, from the jungle hidden Mercedes. Their horses are splashing dust in the eye. They are different from the crowds of the Tang 17 leaders, the training is good, the team is strict, as a black profit pen is straight into the battlefield, and the director who has passed is blocked. If people have not entered the horseshoes, they are embedded into the mud.

"Galanny ... a lot, a lot of gambrids!" Tianyi knife whispered.

"They have three hundred people." The gentleman knife door said horror.

"No! There are 500 people!" Tianyi knife door.

Some people say that a gambrid is a military. So 500 gambrids, no different from thousands of people!

They saw that the forward disciples were quickly rushing by the galante, like a dischaped sediment, countless people were broken by the knife, and the blood sprayed. Five hundred galake guests, like venting the monk, harvesting life in the killing room.

The one of the people headed by the wind, and the horse is in the unmanned, and the radio is straight to Xiahou.

He stretched out the pale right hand toward Xia Hou, the hand bone is clear, the nail is clear, and the fingers are clean.

"Xia Hou, are you not to revenge, I will send you!"

He rode against light, Xia Hou, can only see his slim and tall black shadow, and suddenly there is a strange feeling. That is a trust that I have not come, as if they have met my last life, at this moment, the moment is a long time to cross time and space. Xia Hou put his hand in his palm, his hand was a bit cold, but there was an inexplicable warmth.

Xia Houzhen was pulled by him, and his left hand hugged his waist.

"Sit well," he whispered, "Let's go ... revenge!"