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After half a ring, Corleone muttered, "Yes, who is Xiaohe? Who is Xiaohe? "
Stand up and come out of the stone house. Sun Hao of the holy mountain roared, "Come out for me while grazing."
Border grazing don’t know from where a channeling and jump to Sun Hao shoulder barked "boss? Are we going to kill out again for fun? "
Sun Haoyi * * * eyes filar silk vacant mouth big asked "who is Xiaohe? I can’t remember, but I know it’s important. Tell me who Xiaohe is? "
The shepherd’s eyes turned round and round and barked, "Xiaohe is a little girl picking mushrooms. Come on, boss, let me sing a song with you. The lyrics are to the effect that he is picking mushrooms like this. The little girl is carrying a big bamboo basket …"
Sun Hao "Oh, Xiaohe turned out to be a little girl picking mushrooms …"
Slowly turned and walked to the stone house, grazing face revealed filar silk could not bear to sigh and ran a few steps. When his body froze, he found himself in the hands of Sun Hao.
Fishing for the edge of grazing and putting yourself in front of Sun Haoda said, "Who is the wrong edge of grazing Xiaohe?" You absolutely lied to me. If you don’t tell the truth, I don’t mind playing you directly, Tintin … "
Bian Mu’s face froze and his mouth was bitter. He said, "Boss, even if I told you, you can’t remember the past. Will you forget you when she is a mushroom girl?"
Corleone body straight "what I can’t remember? I seem to remember that this can’t be forgotten. "
The shepherd barked, "You are a holy king, a peerless holy king, and your life is brilliant. The mothers are all passers-by in your life. They can’t follow your footsteps and have a long life like yours. Why do you think so much? As good as I am, I don’t know how many concubines I have changed? "
Sun Hao’s hand is tight
Bian Mu was pinched and stuck out his tongue. "Boss has something to say. Don’t be rude if you have something to say."
Sun Hao buzzed and said, "I wonder who Xiaohe is? I also need to know how I can remember Xiaohe. "
Bian Mu said naively, "What do you really want to know? I said that it is estimated that you will be very sad. "
Sun Haofang, the shepherd’s hand shield and hammer, said calmly, "Come on, I also feel that there is something wrong with myself."
Sun Hao, a border herdsman, barked at his shoulders and fingers. "Not only is it wrong, boss, don’t you see that you are very different from them?"
Sun Hao looked after half a ring. "They have one more head than me, but shouldn’t my body be like this?" Shouldn’t I be the first holy king? "
Bian Mu looked around at the bass novel and said, "Real boss, you came here with a head, but you were cut off by someone. It’s very simple that you can’t remember things because you have no brains, you know?" You have no brain … "
Sun Hao was stupefied and muttered to himself in the mouth of the holy mountain, "My mindless head has been cut off … but where is my head?"
Bian Mu muttered, "Then one day I really know that I have been kicked out or being kicked as a ball, or I have been treated as a dung gourd ladle …"
The border shepherd hasn’t finished yet. Sun Hao can clearly perceive that the border shepherd is wrong and his eyes stare "absolutely not"
Border grazing wagged his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, maybe there’s some bird-less place hidden, but I can’t smell any smell from my dog. It’s estimated that if it’s not hidden too well, it’s too far away …"
That’s true, but the border shepherd feels that he can’t smell the slightest breath, and nine times out of ten he has been kicked out.
Sun Hao felt very different when he heard the words of border herding. At this moment, he suddenly had a very clear feeling that his head was really far away. If he wanted to return to normal, he had to get his head back.
Sun Hao on the top of the holy mountain couldn’t help but raise his shield, open his belly button mouth and growl.
Boss, I want a boss.
I don’t want to forget Xiaohe. I want a head!
Strong desire rises from Sun Hao’s heart, growls and vibrates.
The soldiers of the Hehe tribe knelt down devoutly and prayed that the Lord King missed the first generation of barbarians again. Every once in a while, the Lord King would growl like a wounded beast.
It’s just that this time the roar is longer and louder.
Sun Haohao, who is far away from Ranglin Island, seems to have had a long dream. In the gentle dream, he heard Xiaoqing’s gentle ballad, Bai Gong’s dream, the imaginary operation of Dafa, the seven killings, the determination of the mind and the practice.
The nectar of fairy pear tree, the original liquid in the source barrel, finally moistens Sun Hao’s head, making it lifelike and the skin more and more crystal clear.
I don’t know how long it’s been. On this day, my head seems to hear a distant call.
Fairy pear flowers suddenly opened their eyes and two divine lights shot out of them.
Gently open your head and say, "Xiaoqing, thank you for taking care of me, but I should go. Xiaoqing, don’t worry. One day, your brother Xiaoshan will take you with him after opening the Sumeru tower …"
Chapter DiYiLiuLiu three Escape from great trouble
Holy mountain
At this moment when the head is open, Sun Hao’s body is distracted, and he clearly perceives the body consciousness, and he clearly perceives the indomitable will of the body consciousness to resist the undead.
Strong willpower makes the sense of distraction more combative.
The body is wild and strong, and it runs wildly. The mysterious atmosphere evolved from the unique tomb will evolve this strength into a wild Xingtian strength and run wildly.
Sun Hao of Ranglin Island, surrounded by pear blossoms with his eyes open, rose higher and higher. When Teng took off, his mind was distracted and his body changed unusually.
Stronger than fighting spirit, fighting day by day generally seems to pierce the sky.
Head and body roar upwards.
The square shield hammer seems to have attracted a flash
Suddenly, the belly button, the mouth, the eyes and the ears of the flesh disappear into the flesh and rush away into the abdomen of the flesh.
Sun Hao has been sitting cross-legged in the head, and Yuan Ying seems to have been pulled by a method in his hand, and suddenly a dozen outward.
The head and body are separated by hundreds of millions of miles and have made a mysterious connection.
Yuan Ying’s handprint, the real body, this moment transcends and makes a mysterious connection.