One billion years of longevity

Su Tuo show, I saw that the onion is depressed, the flower garden is blooming, and when the green bamboo white plum is covered, Yang Zhen is wearing a white dress, and the knee is sitting in the middle of the small pavilion.

He put a piano case in front of him, with a piece of a tinyene, and a fragrant in the side, the cigarette fluttering, went to the outside of the pavilion. For a time, Yang is really dust, like a fairy.

Seeing Yang Zhen, this strand is very different from the secular people, Su Hua first is bright, and there is a clear and distinctive love.

But soon, she seems to think of what, instantly, the eyebrows are low, showing an expression of self-evident.

Yes, Yang Zhe's vast, Guangming and Leisure, the heart is more scenery, and the dust is not dyed.

And what?

Not only the brain is a prostitute, more deliberately violating Yang Zhen instructions, and made some unbearable destination in Yang Zhen bed.

In contrast, this is not just a high-stricken judge, but also a cloud of clouds, the immunity.

For a time, a question directly occupied her full body and mind.

I don't have Yang Zhen at all.

When I thought here, the prank has just moved, and some of them brought a little happiness, and I will disappear in the moment.

She is self-defeating, there is no courage to look at the dust, and the shake is still trembled, and even the petitude is invalid.

However, although she knows, but at this moment, how can I calm down, see Yang Zhen?

......

Yangfu, the backyard.

Yang Zhen sat quietly in the octagonal pavilion, and a seat is a whole morning.

From Yang Zhen to make Su Tsui bathed clothes, let her converge her gods, and the breath is quiet. This has passed for nearly three hours.

As soon as the patient, Yang Zhen, I can't help but frown.

"What is this Suixiu? Even if you don't understand it, you don't understand the sitting, so long, you should be in peace, ready?"

Just as Yang Zhen frowned, considering that I would like to go to Su Tei in the room, the house is finally appearing.

I saw this person wearing a white dress along the gravel trail, and Xu went to Yang Zhen's star pavilion.

Yang Zhen stared and went, I saw that this person is Suzhou.

However, it is a little unexpectedly, Su Tao is pale, and the right hand is squatting the left arm, a slap in the face.

When she is close, Yang Zhen learned, her left arm was injured, and there was a smooth blood of the wrist, there was a smooth blood, seeing what sharp things, sliced ​​it.

......

Su Tuo show, I saw that the onion is depressed, the flower garden is blooming, and when the green bamboo white plum is covered, Yang Zhen is wearing a white dress, and the knee is sitting in the middle of the small pavilion.

He put a piano case in front of him, with a piece of a tinyene, and a fragrant in the side, the cigarette fluttering, went to the outside of the pavilion. For a time, Yang is really dust, like a fairy.

Seeing Yang Zhen, this strand is very different from the secular people, Su Hua first is bright, and there is a clear and distinctive love.

But soon, she seems to think of what, instantly, the eyebrows are low, showing an expression of self-evident.

Yes, Yang Zhe's vast, Guangming and Leisure, the heart is more scenery, and the dust is not dyed.

And what?

Not only the brain is a prostitute, more deliberately violating Yang Zhen instructions, and made some unbearable destination in Yang Zhen bed.

In contrast, this is not just a high-stricken judge, but also a cloud of clouds, the immunity.

For a time, a question directly occupied her full body and mind.

I don't have Yang Zhen at all.

When I thought here, the prank has just moved, and some of them brought a little happiness, and I will disappear in the moment.

She is self-defeating, there is no courage to look at the dust, and the shake is still trembled, and even the petitude is invalid.

However, although she knows, but at this moment, how can I calm down, see Yang Zhen?

......

Yangfu, the backyard.

Yang Zhen sat quietly in the octagonal pavilion, and a seat is a whole morning.

From Yang Zhen to make Su Tsui bathed clothes, let her converge her gods, and the breath is quiet. This has passed for nearly three hours.

As soon as the patient, Yang Zhen, I can't help but frown.

"What is this Suixiu? Even if you don't understand it, you don't understand the sitting, so long, you should be in peace, ready?"

Just as Yang Zhen frowned, considering that I would like to go to Su Tei in the room, the house is finally appearing.

I saw this person wearing a white dress along the gravel trail, and Xu went to Yang Zhen's star pavilion.

Yang Zhen stared and went, I saw that this person is Suzhou.

However, it is a little unexpectedly, Su Tao is pale, and the right hand is squatting the left arm, a slap in the face.

When she is close, Yang Zhen learned, her left arm was injured, and there was a smooth blood of the wrist, there was a smooth blood, seeing what sharp things, sliced ​​it.

Su Tuo show, I saw that the onion is depressed, the flower garden is blooming, and when the green bamboo white plum is covered, Yang Zhen is wearing a white dress, and the knee is sitting in the middle of the small pavilion.

He put a piano case in front of him, with a piece of a tinyene, and a fragrant in the side, the cigarette fluttering, went to the outside of the pavilion. For a time, Yang is really dust, like a fairy.

Seeing Yang Zhen, this strand is very different from the secular people, Su Hua first is bright, and there is a clear and distinctive love.

But soon, she seems to think of what, instantly, the eyebrows are low, showing an expression of self-evident.

Yes, Yang Zhe's vast, Guangming and Leisure, the heart is more scenery, and the dust is not dyed.

And what?

Not only the brain is a prostitute, more deliberately violating Yang Zhen instructions, and made some unbearable destination in Yang Zhen bed.

In contrast, this is not just a high-stricken judge, but also a cloud of clouds, the immunity.

For a time, a question directly occupied her full body and mind.

I don't have Yang Zhen at all.

When I thought here, the prank has just moved, and some of them brought a little happiness, and I will disappear in the moment.

She is self-defeating, there is no courage to look at the dust, and the shake is still trembled, and even the petitude is invalid.

However, although she knows, but at this moment, how can I calm down, see Yang Zhen?

......

Yangfu, the backyard.

Yang Zhen sat quietly in the octagonal pavilion, and a seat is a whole morning.

From Yang Zhen to make Su Tsui bathed clothes, let her converge her gods, and the breath is quiet. This has passed for nearly three hours.

As soon as the patient, Yang Zhen, I can't help but frown.