第一百一十八章 下棋的手（2 / 2）

Bigmissyouletmelostsomuch，nomatteryouthatwhoisagainbig，Ialsowon‘tletyoueasily，let‘sgo，theresinvillageseetakeyoutoourdreams.

Stillhaveadreamresinvillage，isthegoldinthehostanduncletowrestleahiddenpower.

Bullpenisalsoturnonablackhorse(twoblackwhere，now，hewantstomovebrainagainandsaveyourselfthebullpenisbuttocrack)lookatthevillage，tojustthebigman，withagoodsearch，whethertofinddon‘tfindherethendon‘tleaveanytraces，finishedaraninfrontofalltheREINS.

Infantryonthebigshouldbetheteamleader，hetooktheatorchfromthehandofthepartner，thefirstwalkedintothevillageIbeneaththehorsebegantowalkforward，Idon‘tknowiftheycanfindtomyuncleinthevillagethatbatchofimportantenergy，butIstillcan‘tunderstandsuchanimportantplaceonsomevillagersstationedherealone，butalsosomewomenandbuiltastockadeandthewallbutitforcattlepenisthesepeople，aslongastheyarewillingtocanalwaysrushedinandtuvillage.

ButwhyisthatIcametothishappenedhere，hadbeenharassedorwarning，LiuGuanjiabeforedeathcalloutthenameofthesecond，thatactuallyLiuGuanjiatheyalwaysknowwhatyou‘rewithagroupofpeople，ifweknowthatwhydefensesohasty，tomyuncle‘sstrengthandcommanderinchiefdecisionthisisjusttoohardtoimagine，isn‘theisintentionally...

ThecattlepenisdaretorefusesorushedinandkillLiuGuanjiatuvillage，thisisthewillandthepowerofuncleapportionment，itisimpossibletocover，feelLiuGuanjia‘sdeathwasatradewindsofthestorm.

Hecanrelyonistwoblacknow，hisbodywasreadiscanfindtheirowngas，butitisalsoasecondwish，yourmindwiththisguy.Hewouldliketoknowthehistoryofthetwoblack，andlikethefeathereagleJanecollectedhis，sohedidn‘tkillhimselfiswanttwoblacktotakethebait.

Ontheroadafterthesepeopledidnotwalkfromundergroundentranceintotheundergroundpassage，butenteredtheundeadforest(theyarenotafraidtopython)thesepeopleputalayerofoilonthetorchesclothbelt，thefireburningafterapungentsmell，don‘tknowwhatistocome，butmustbeonthegoheresecuritymeasures.

Theydon‘thavehishorseracingbutveryslowonbothsidesofthefullofdeadtrees，desertedroadalong.

Walkinonbothsidesofthepeoplefromhorsebackclothfromtimetotime，takeoutafewgrainsofthingintodeadunderthetreeintheshrub，eachdropagrainthatisacommotioninthebushes，alsoit‘sstrangeyouyesterdayintheforestonhorsebackbrotherhoodoftheWolfandthedeadtreebranchestwitch，nowonebyoneallmotionless，likeadeadbutIwasverycleartheirrootsaresoilcreep，thismaybethereasonwhysomeshrubsinaction.

Buttheairthereisaredintaste，stillshouldhavepeoplewhoisthedeadsnakeinthebody，astheyscatter，sidewillbeheldupatorch，thetorchshouldberestrainedsnakepeople，buttheygivethedeadtreeandfeedingstuff，thereisameanstothecattlepenistroopsfightisnotsimple，andjustkilltheLiuGuanjiacomparedwithstronguncle，itseemsthathewon‘t.

Onbothsidesoftheroadfeelalmostcouldn‘tfindanyreference，timeseemstobeverylonghere，thosepeopleonbothsidesofthemachineryofrepeatingthesameaction，Icanonlyseemyselfbehindthehorse，haven‘tsaidawordallalongthewaythatcattlepenisto

Itisstrangethatthisroadseemstobenoforkorturn，don‘tknowisyourillusionorherebecauseofspaceandtime.

Arepetitionofmovementsandsounds，butthesepeopledon‘tsayaword，andsoconstantlyrepeated，asifsuddenlybecameafteroutofthevillagejustnosoulwalkingdead，therewasnoexpressiononherface，hereiswhatforcesaffectthem

Goalongthisroadforalongtimeinbecomingagoodmooddepressed，feelinghimselflikeadead，they‘refunforawhileandgenerallynotwo，livingforamomentinthedeadofforestroadonebyoneandallwithnoawarenessofthedead.

Onlyfeelconstantlymoveforward，peoplesitdownonahorse，welltubehe‘sthekingoftheroadsolongevenwhentwoblackthemselvestofindnottooeasy，notsomebodyelse‘storch-andnofilialpiety，whatfood，theirevenbeingasfood，didn‘tfindsuchasIwaseatthebonesbroken.

Feelmoreandmoreagitated，stoppedwhenpaolomaldini，theleftsideofthedeadtreeacracklingsound，thenthosewhocollectedthedeadbranches，revealingadarkpath，sothereisnosignofatunnel，ifnotdeadtreebranchesthemselvescan‘tgetoutofthewayitwasfoundthatthispath.

Cavalrywentuptotheforkintheroad，afterthelookofthesepeoplestartedslowlychanged，nolongerrigiddeadpan，asifthesoulcamebackagain，myheartsuddenlyrealizedwhat，thesepeopleandthosewhohavethedeadsnakeinthebodyseemstobewhatistheconnection，thepavementoftheroadarewood，theirareintoalldirectionstogether，likewalkingonaship.

Thecrowdnottothesideoftheroadandthings，alsodon‘tknowhowmanyparticles，thebagssolongstillhaven‘tfinishednow，thecrowdbegantohaveavoice，andmoreandmorelikethere，justthesilenceontheroad，thereisnobutthatisnoillusion.

Leftagainnotamomentlikealampindribsanddrabsinthedistance，justbegantomoreandmorefast，Istillhavesomenotaccustomedto，andthenthehorsebegantogallop，thehorseshoerollofvibrationsonthewood，acrowdcamethevoiceofShoutinghorseacceleratedconstantly，atthismomentIfeelthegroundshook，andthefeelingoflikeaboatinthewater，thenthesoundreallyspreadwateroneithersideoftheroad.

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