[Sword Three + System] Xuemo Milkflower

Although the fact is like this, Father Cang will not admit that he is stupid.

"Alas..." With a sigh, Xue Muran expressed that he wanted to skip this topic.

Well, that's it, let's not talk about you.

What kind of person is Xue Muran, he pretended to forget about it in a blink of an eye, and started singing.

"The burning cremation of the capital

The hometown and the green hills look at each other

Ten Years of Big Dream Love and Hate Breaking the Pagoda

......"

Instead, he felt that it was not enjoyable enough and did not match him, so he changed the song.

"In Jianwang III

beggar bald donkey

Tang Men Huang Ji

Wanhuaqixiu

and huskies

......"

Forgive Father Cang for not liking the prelude, so he sang the climax and the tide part directly.

"Only him

Huangji windmill dares to block with his face

just him

Big and small offense and defense dare to rush into the crowd

how terrible

Oh ~

you ask me his name

listen up ooo

He is your father Cangyun

......"

This wilderness is full of forests full of Cang Dae's singing accompanied by the hooves of the beriberi horse he is leading, ah, you are surprised that beriberi horse has such an elegant name—at least I think an Alaska will not He came up with such an elegant name, but in fact, this is really his name. Although he is a soldier, this Alaska is really an elegant person in essence... Although he has no occasions that can show his talent...

Military celebration banquets will:

"General, celebrate a small victory!"

"Dry this glass of wine!"

"Dry!"

"Come on! Drink!"

"Let's fight for wine!"

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"

"Drink till dawn!"

↑↑↑This kind.

And only the literati's banquet will spell poetry...

Yo!Let's give a thumbs up to Father Cang's sadness!

Aww!Father Cang is going to beat me!

……

The author dies, this article ends.

↑↑↑The above convulsions.

So, let's get down to business.

It was dusk, and Huamanlou was sitting on the small building of her house, stroking the soft petals like a lover's lips, and feeling the beautiful breath like a lover's breath.The breeze is coming slowly, and the fragrance of flowers fills the room.

Huamanlou is grateful for God's gift, which gave him life, allowing him to have the opportunity to feel the beauty of this world and smell the fragrance of flowers.

Suddenly a panting girl ran upstairs, looking very anxious.She is not very beautiful, but her eyes are very agile, and people don't want to move their eyes away after one glance.

Hua Manlou didn't know her, but he was still worried about this anxious little girl: "Did something happen to the girl?"

Her voice was as mellow and melodious as an oriole chirping, "I've been hunted down, can I hide here for a while?"

"Yes!" Hua Manlou was such a person, and he agreed without any hesitation.

The door below was open, probably someone who broke in by accident, not to mention that he would take in wolves even if they were hunted down by hunters.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl looked around, her eyes moving flexibly, trying to find a place to hide.

Hua Man corridor, "Since I'm here, you don't have to hide."

The girl wondered, "Why? He is very powerful and even has a knife! I will be killed!"

Hua Manlou smiled, "No one can kill people in my small building."

The little girl wanted to ask more questions, but someone ran up the stairs.

The person who came was tall, and indeed he was carrying a knife in his hand.

This person was about to speak, but suddenly a person came through the window.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... keep it in your collection.

The last few chapters of the original work need to be pulled out for a while, although there is no way to add a little more...