"Dead Snow Lake, Bad Snow Lake, your mother will finally come back!"
Yang Zimei cried while crying, rushing directly to rush up.
I didn't encounter any obstacles this time, and I rushed to Xuehu very smoothly, and fiercely overwhelmed him on the ground.
"Dead Snow Lake, Bad Snow Lake ..."
After she overwhelmed him, a pair of small hands kept holding on his body, laughing and crying, but lost the norm.
Xuehu lying quietly, letting her vent, but just watched her tears ...
Yang Zimei slammed for a while, Fang found that his posture was very wrong and ambiguous, so he hurriedly got up from him, reached out and wiped the tears on his face.
Xuehu sat up from the ground and was on the head of the head.
"Really, you have been exposed, what do you wear? Give me away!"
Yang Zimei stunned, reaching out to want to take his bucket.
Xuehu dodged slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation on her face, "Little girl, don't!"
"Why not? How ugly do you see this bucket?"
Yang Zi frowned, "Hurry up, I want to see the complete you, see if you become more handsome!"
"What if I become ugly?"
Xuehu's pure blue pupils looked at her, and asked a bit complicatedly.
"Hehe, the best ugliness, so as not to seduce the evil spirits of the old country, make me psychologically imbalance."
Yang Zimei didn't believe he would become ugly.
Just now she saw it. He was still the same as before.
Xuehu glanced at her deeply, reached out and took off the bucket on her head.
Seeing his head, Yang Zi frowned.
The long hair of Mo Hei was still there, but it was like that, as if he was put on explosives, and even the scalp was exploded.
"Xuehu, what's going on? Who fry your head like this?"
Yang Zimei's eyes changed from a stun to heartache, and he reached out to touch.
Xuehu hid away, "Little girl, don't touch it, you touch it, maybe your hands will rot."
"Why is this?"
Yang Zimei asked, "Is it caused by the robbery?"
"Um."
Xuehu nodded and put on the bucket again.
"Thor?"
Thinking of Xue Lake was bombed like this, Yang Zimei said that the words Thor's two words were immediately exposed, and he became fierce and gritted his teeth.
Everyone who hurts her, her tolerance is zero, whether he is human or god.
Seeing her look of resentment because of herself, Xuehu smiled, reached out and touched her hair, "It's okay, at least I am still alive."
Yes, at least alive!
Yang Zimei thought that when he met ripples in the Taoist view of the day, he suffered ripples.
At that time, Tianlei rolled, as if it was going to explode the pot, the scene was very scary.
If it wasn't for himself, those thunders seemed to be afraid of yourself, and ripples would not escape.
The level of Xuehu is higher than ripples, and what you want to suffer should be more powerful.
How scared it should be!
If he is beside him, it may help him to spend this day.
Yang Zimei thought more and more heartache, looking at Xuehu and asked, "Snow Lake, will you still have a robbery?"
"Well, once again."
Xuehu nodded, "However, that's a thousand years later."