Princ.i.p.al Report Part 82
His sharp teeth are pushed against my cervical artery, but he will not stop slaughtering. Meanwhile, I constantly weld my head and keep my head peanuts in one hand, I’m a real idiot. Look at my corner of a rattan chair with my eyes, without the feeling of sadness and joy. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.
If he really wants to break his bones in the stomach, I can not overcome it naturally. Since I can die at any moment, I do not feel anything for him, so let me release it. But now I say that I’m free, but my intense mind did not want to do this because of some hint.
Only now in my mind is just one Buddhist phrase.
How painful is he? Probably so much.
And for the most part I’ll go “I do not have to meet.”
When XiYan saw the scratch on the legs, I already saw the same position on the couch and saw the sunset blooms. The sun’s light shines on my head and thickens my body. It moves on my feet and my chain is lifted before it finally disappears at night.
It should not be anger.
I mean a lot and my idea was there. I’ll make it out. Truly destroying my life can be the beginning of my life.
He asks Xi’an when he recovers to me again.
“XiYan, when do you want to tell CanSheng that I am better?”
“Indeed, I think … the new teacher might have guessed that you’re not angry …”
I lifted my head. Under the light, XiYan’s face is more or less disa.s.sembled.
“Truly, after that, his heart is beautiful and he plays even in my actions …”
“This is a little idea, the new masters will confirm it.”
I keep silent in a short time. Even if I refuse from me, I will never do it. As I still feel, I could give Ye CanSheng my life.
“So … does he still want to spoil my baby?”
“Yes …”
“You can repeat it.”
“!”
I touch the chain with a thin, weak ank, tapping: “Why you were so impressed, I accepted it, I was not looking for death, I’m not afraid.
“What did you think through?” My guide, “Thank you, YunSheng …”
Such a living person can be lost as if it were actually what I should do before me. His expression seems quite interesting, as if to cry.
“It’s not much different from removing it, removing it just like I. Also, I’m already falling asleep.
“Yes, sleeve?
I turn my head up to Manan, but I see that CanSheng stands next to the kitchen door …
He heard everything …
Only a light time is 10 meters away. He stands for biased reasons. His black hair is a little tall, hanging from a smooth forehead.
His figure is high, but still looks like a small band of Chou Xiao Zi.
I think my life must be destroyed by hand.
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