Su Dongpo, this person who Zhang Yang was useless in his heart, walked towards Chapter 9 step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of Chapter 9, but Chapter 9 pretended to be nothing.

Moistening his teeth felt his hands shaking while pinching his throat.

The wind and clouds disperse, and the moon finally reaches the middle of the sky.

"You have been sleeping for eighteen years, you can go." Dongpo's face was so serious that he had been doing for decades. Then he added: "Don't hurt him, you want to kill you. Where can you hide?"

Su Dongpo seemed to be saying, killing you will be easy.

Chapter 9: I actually endured it. Is this still him? Twenty years ago, the terrifying him.

"Hehe... Beidou Cliff has really fallen... It's been twenty years since, and the monkey has become the king." Chapter 9: Smile and don't smile. He went, and he had some teeth and horns.

Su Dongpo took a look at somewhere that could not be seen and left.

The face of the romance in the dark is expressionless.

Taotie, who was lying on Zhang Yang's shoulders, was also depressed.

"You said he was stupid or not, he was caught like this." Zhang Yang scratched Bibab's itch.

But if you give Bibab three more courage, he won't dare to laugh.

On this day, Zhang Yang left Beidou Cliff, which he regarded as poor mountains and bad waters.

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Zhang Yang left, Pan sat in front of the window all night, watching Hu's wishes come true. Hu's name was still Zhang Yang. When he was five years old, he said to her: "I hope my aunt's wishes come true."

Then, all her hatred for ten years disappeared.

Dongpo kept his hand and reached out to touch Pan.

"Don't touch me." Pan shook his head, smiling heartlessly and powerlessly. "Ran'er, in your heart, it's really that...then..."

Su Dongpo looked at his wife, wanting to speak but stopping.

"You go." Pan thought that she was the only one left in this world.

Dongpo would rather she make a big fuss about him than she would hold the pain in her heart, hurting herself first and then others.

His heart and her are separated from each other from beginning to end.

Looking at Dongpo's back, he looked like he was hunched.

What's wrong with waiting for another twenty years?

How many twenty years does life have?

So what if I wait until the next life?

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Three days later, Zhang Yang saw a turtle carved in an endless forest and a locust tree.

He was dejected.

The turtle was carved three days ago. In the forest, he turned around like a headless fly for three days and came back. He also teased and carved a turtle as a mark.

"You are sick, a broken mountain, where have you moved?" Zhang Yang thought of Dongpo's face and was so angry that he was so angry.

The broken mountain in Zhang Yang's mouth is the Beidou Cliff. Some people search for it for a lifetime.

There are only two mountains that can be compared with it, one of which is called Emperor Mountain, and it is said that there are high gods living in it.

Beidou Cliff can cultivate people's spirit of pride. But to Zhang Yang, this is just playing the piano for cows.

"Ah" Zhang Yang sighed, thinking that he had lived for eighteen years and had accomplished nothing, and Moya had suffered unrestrained disaster because of him. Now, he is trapped in a forest again...

Zhang Yang wanted to untied his belt and hang him on a tree. If he knew that this place was called Nobuno, the Nobuno, he would not think so. He heard that Nobuno in the Hansuin is a place where there is no return, and some incredible things often happen, such as a person who leans on his legs will walk in the forest for a lifetime.

Zhang Yang looked at a bird and was whimsical. It would be great if he was a fucking bird. But he was the fly lying on the glass. His future was bright, but there was no way to go.

Suddenly, his ears moved, as if someone was singing a song, and the sound was like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

The romance, who was just trying to find death, turned sadness into joy.

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- Under the locust tree, there was a big stone, and an old woman sat on the stone, like a camel, as if she was asleep.

There is a little girl next to her, humming a song, holding a flower of Forgetful Worry in her hand, picking the petals of Forgetful Worry, and enjoying herself.

A bandit with a beard on his face. He led a group of young bandits who had not yet grown up and broke into the woman, shouting: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, and I built this road. I have to pass by it from now on and leave money to buy the road."

The little girl seemed to be startled. She raised her head and her face looked like a tree of peach blossoms.

The bandits were silent, staring at the little girl, stunned.

The little bandits thought that this would compare Widow Zhang, who was next to the old man, to the back of the mountain. Thinking of the woman's usual pose, it made the boss look like he had lost his soul. Compared with the little girl in front of him, he could not even compare with the other person's toe.

The bandit leader thought that Widow Zhang was just a piece of shit compared to this little girl.

"Ah?" The little girl seemed to be at a loss, her eyes blinking.

As for robbery, one thing is the focus of momentum, one drum will be like a tiger, and then it will decline, and then it will be exhausted.

The robber head coughed and shouted again, his face was red and his neck was thick.

"I have opened this mountain, I have planted this tree, I have built this road, I have to pass by it from now on and leave money to buy the road."

The little girl felt something, was she a robber? She laughed, and with a smile, Widow Zhang couldn't even compare to a piece of shit.

The bandits were almost fainted, and some had already drooled all over the floor, feeling that they were so embarrassed by their father's face.

"Get out." The old woman next to her was like a sleeping woman, her voice was sandy and hoarse, and her eardrums hurt.

"Old woman, what did you say?" The bandit leader patted his fucked and shrunken chest, and his beard inserted like a needle on his face, and he looked like a bandit robber.

To the little girls, they are kind-hearted, to the old ladies? They are robbers. If you help the old ladies cross the road, you will be seen by other robbers as monsters, and even your brothers can't raise their heads.

In fact, they are just a group of little thieves. They just want to grab some money and have no other requests. There is a way to steal.

The old woman raised her head, with scars on her face and purple jasmine flowers in her eyes, fleeting.

The bandits all swallowed.

The bandit leader's back was a little cold, as if he was not wearing any clothes.

"Big, my brother..." The bandits' tongues seemed to have tied a knot.

"What are you doing?" He turned his head and saw the stinky brats looking at him tremblingly, and his hands were about to be stuffed into his mouth. The little radish, which was smaller than a mouse, had his head wet his pants.

The bandit leader hated that he was useless, thinking that these useless things.

A slightly brave bandit pointed to the bandit leader's face.

Is there something dirty on my face? It's impossible.

Could it be that the rouge left on his face when he fought with Widow Zhang for 300 rounds last night? The bandit leader wiped his face doubtfully.
Chapter completed!