"The current situation: first, the court is about to start; second, except for Young Master Wen and Young Master Zheng, some of the core information provided by Mi Mi and others cannot be obtained; third, Miss Fifth heard that she arrived today, I will give you the details.
Not sure."
Well, looking at Brian, I took a deep breath and let these words swirl a few times in the night wind, turning into a vortex, and then slowly flowed into my mind.
In the sky, the Milky Way seems to be there but not there. I don’t know what separates them and what they are connected to. Anyway, they are just there and not there.
The nightingale sang so beautifully that it outshone the cuckoo and the cuckoo.
Yes, the cuckoo’s call is mediocre, and the cuckoo’s call is too sad, but the nightingale is better, its gentle and melodious sound makes the night more beautiful.[
Night is originally the most beautiful, and when the elves come dressed up, the beauty begins.
No matter the endless temptation of the mysterious night sky, the purest essence of life condensed by night dew; or the gentle swaying of flowers in the night wind, emitting thick or light fragrance, everything is moving with pure and quiet ecstasy.
The day is too noisy, disturbing and confusing people's hearts.
Only this night, this night in the mountains, the deep and distant night, after the prosperity, comforts us to rest and recuperate, breeds the power of rebirth, and even sings it with epiphyllum, it is beautiful and noble.
Night is like a mother's hand, which may be a little rough or plain; but it contains the mother's hard work and gives us her first love.
Mingfeng appeared in casual clothes, like a night elf, handed me a coat, sighed and said:
"We couldn't get anything. After tracking for more than half a month, we finally confirmed that it was under the bed in Lao Fan's bedroom, but we couldn't get it. Not only was it heavily guarded, but the box also had a self-destruct function. There may not be other self-destruct systems in the bedroom.
"
Well, things seem a bit beyond imagination, but without core information, that is, evidence, how should we start?
If you don't hit the snake seven inches, if it comes and bites you, you might as well cut yourself.
Ah, the wind is blowing, the dew is heavy, and the night is a little cold
,,,,
I don’t know how long I will stay in the mountains. Anyway, when I arrived, it was May Day, a seven-day long holiday, and there were many fewer people in the company.