Fang Cunfei arrived at Danchi in the sky, then frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: "How can it be destroyed?"
Ling Langya found something that was once damaged, but then it was still intact.
saw golden rice grains all over the ground, drying in the gentle open space in front of the village. The villagers did not push the rice to dry, the birds were not polite, it could be said that no one cared about them. Walking along Zhuang Street, around there are hundreds of houses arranged neatly and orderly, doors open or closed, revealing simple furniture inside, agricultural tools arranged randomly in the yard, looking very chaotic. messy.
It sounds a bit thoughtful.
Ling Langya said sorry in his heart, he quickly put on the robe that someone had bought for him, and prepared to rush out the door.
But after being in a quiet room for three days, when Tieu Khinh Luu brought the food, she still answered this question.
Faced with this situation, Ling Langya easily calmed down like a normal person, and while he kept thinking about countermeasures, he suddenly saw an object hanging in front of the saddle, and immediately came up with an idea, and shouted: "Brother Huh, you ride your horse, steady me, I can chase."
He just woke up, changed, but didn't fall.
When the people around heard this, they all cried out: "Your Highness, please take action, let me open my eyes..."
Ling Langya and Chu Gou looked at each other, then leaned close to the little referee's ear, only to hear him say: "It's gone."
Fang Cun smiled and glanced at him and said, "Do you think I should go?"
All because the fishing net stopped many corpses, and blood stained the river red, almost like a vat of dye.
Forcibly suppressing the cold anger in his heart, Duoc Ton suddenly opened his mouth to ask another question.
The ghost scholar ignored him and calmly said: "Young master ordered me to print!"
In the sky, thunder suddenly sounded, and lightning illuminated the person in front of him.
Every time a name is called, it represents a person who can enter the next level.
Fang Cun smiled, placed his left hand on his right hand holding the umbrella, and said: "Mr. Yun..."
It's just that he doesn't understand why his poetry doesn't catch the attention of senior poets. Maybe the feelings expressed in it are so obvious that senior poets pay attention to other hidden meanings. In that case, if he got 500, why did Ho Hu also get 500? In Ling Langya's view, Hu Xu's poems and essays definitely have the power of the top three.
Holding an umbrella, Fang Cun smiled and said: "No need, do whatever you want!"
The students of Hangyue Mansion heard this and were also very angry. All this while they were helping him, but now they were disgusted with scolding him. Thinking of his small status, he felt that this person should not be his best friend. so he stopped talking and turned around, she turned away and never looked at him again.
Luc Vo asked suspiciously: "I don't know what the other elders think, can you tell me, senior brother?"
This should be settled accounts with yourself, right?
Su Meixue waved his hand and said: "The cumbersome politeness will be avoided. It's not like the old man doesn't understand your prime minister. If there's anything, just say it."
Anyone who has heard this poem feels that it is an emotional response to Luc Vo's "Phoenix Hairpin". Especially the line "Afraid of people asking, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy" is filled with the eternal love between a child and a girl.
The two ran to the lower edge of the cave wall, grabbed the protruding rocks and climbed up. For the chasing beast, Ling Langya can directly climb up with one hand with the help of both legs, and after punching the alien beast hard with the other hand, the alien beast's bones The crystal has crumbled, no more. alive. Ho Hu's hands caught fire and he threw them directly at the strange beast. Those strange monsters immediately caught fire, and jumped into the abyss screaming endlessly, trying to put out the fire with water.
Ling Langya closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then stopped hesitating, his brush strokes were stained with ink, thinking of the deep mountains and jungles in forbidden places, remembering the free life of the past, he began to draw.