Zhao fault will forehead she posted together again.
Buddhist adults are childish, beautiful and vulgar
He can’t move his eyes.
"Don’t show you …"
The little Buddhist suddenly turned his face to one side.
"hmm? What are you suddenly saying? Don’t be ridiculous. "
Lord Zhao blinked, and he said that he was the last person qualified to speak and loved Hu Fei the most.
"You stare at me almost enough every time, right? Don’t look. "
She covered her cheeks with soft black hair.
"I’m not tired of watching it."
Zhao thief kissed her between the eyebrows before she posted it.
Chu Biezhi seems to be a little loose because of his words.
He suddenly realized this arrogance, or did he say that he would not show his face because he was worried that he would get bored?
"Didn’t you promise to rest early?"
She went on to say discontentedly
"Yes ~"
Zhao Cuo hugged her petite and tender body.
"Let’s have a rest. Get up early. I’ll share the excess energy with you …"
The two of them embraced each other and fell asleep. The little grandfather was very energetic the next morning. A row of teeth marks came from the small branches on his shoulders.
Today is a spring breeze to warm the weather, but people on the front line can’t understand that the army is rushing to the front.
Before the 250,000 Confederate troops completed the knot on the southern border of Xinjiang, there were nearly 100,000 military men gathered in Su Yongzhao, the head of the State of Qi.
"The enemy’s strength is very different from ours. This battle can’t be a confrontation between Zhao thieves."
Changsu tower
According to the emperor forever eyes absently looked at the opposite.
Before the war started, he could almost see from the outline of the enemy position that he had failed, and everything seemed to be in sight.
"Zhao is wrong to have a gunner, but he can stick to the city and keep it there?"
Waste emperor said softly
Lin Anmin beside him also clenched his fist.
The situation is really bad. Everything seems to be out of suspense. Their defeat is doomed.
"General Lin … is there really no room for turning around?"