The first thousand three hundred and thirty-five chapters are cold and people are also cold
There is a Sensoji Temple in Tokyo, an island country. It is said that it was the oldest temple in Tokyo before we got here. Even though the name is a bit awkward, it also symbolizes a spirit of the people of the island country. If it is short, it can only be Asakusa. The poor women can only rely on numbers.
To make up for the lack of quality, they have an additional profession. Women must be excellent. The English abbreviation is a noun A plus V. A very vivid metaphor is that wearing pants is called A, and taking off pants is called V. Anyway,
Women go through this process over and over again.
Sensoji Temple is full of incense all year round, and the real and fake monks in the temple also follow the Buddha to take advantage. The golden statue of the Buddha is not long, the monks are full of brains and fat, and who knows whose pocket the jingling incense money has gone into?
These days, money can make the devil push the wheels and make the kid happy. This principle is universally applicable. There are many private rooms in Sensoji Temple specifically for pilgrims to rest. Some of them are as luxurious as the rooms in star-rated hotels.
It's a bit inferior, because these rooms are specially designed for big people to live in.
The luxurious wing has its own door and courtyard. It is cleaned regularly every day. It has all kinds of service facilities. The most important thing is that it is absolutely safe. Now there is a man and a woman living in the Leizi No. 1 wing, and they are still a very busy couple.
It doesn’t matter what the relationship between the two is, as long as the prerequisite is paid, it’s a lot of money.
Tang Guobin sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard covered with small pebbles. He held the Muramasa knife handle in his left hand and stretched it upward. He held a piece of linen cloth in his right hand and wiped it slowly. The neatly folded cloth was like a square pancake, with the
It's not stuffing, it's a knife. Slowly pull the blade out so that the blade can be wiped spotless.
The whole story of Bato-ryu was completely understood three days ago. Tang Guobin didn't feel much joy in his heart. If Shisui Zen is constant, it seems that all this is a matter of course. Don't be happy with things and don't be sad with yourself. The sword will always be in your hand.
Fallen down.
In fact, the sword-fighting style originated from China, and its real name is recorded in the last sword manual. Unfortunately, the guy who compiled the sword manual was determined to take this set of swordsmanship as his own and pass it on in his own name.
He shamelessly concealed his real name, but he never imagined that in the end this set of sword skills would fall into the hands of an ancient Chinese warrior.
After practicing the last sword manual, Tang Guobin created a miracle and broke through to the heavenly realm. Now he is a quasi-celestial realm warrior, but his heart is still, and his unwavering eyes are staring at the retreating blade,
Every inch is swallowed up by the linen, every inch of glory is not revealed. The last chapter of Ba Dao Liu only ends with four words, no sword to cut the sky, and I still can't understand it.
What does Wu Dao mean? What does Zhan Tian mean? Tang Dashao has read very few books, so he doesn’t know. In the past few days, he couldn’t remember how many times he scolded the little devil who compiled the sword manual. In the end, he came up with these four words to whet his appetite.
Such a toy.
Choking! The long knife was reversed from behind, and the tip of the knife pointed behind him. A woman's figure slowly extended from the tip to the handle. Tang Guobin put the knife away and stood up. The woman behind him walked quickly and moved his arms.
Zhan hugged his waist and put his cheek against his back. There seemed to be a little moisture seeping through his clothes, and he could feel a little cool after the warmth.
Tang Guobin turned around, put his arm around the woman's shoulder, and whispered: "Tomorrow, you will be completely free and continue to be your queen. You should be happy. There is nothing to cry about." After saying this, he used rough words.
He wiped the woman's face with his palm very domineeringly and spread it out. The tears gathered in the palm of his hand and turned into a bead, a crystal clear teardrop.
The woman stopped crying, and a pair of tearful eyes looked at the drop of water in his palm, which reflected a colorful halo in the sun. It turns out that tears can be played like this.
"Sesshomaru-kun, I don't want to be free, I don't want to leave you..." The woman's voice was as low as a dream. Ever since she was captured by the man in front of her, she had been soaring to the peak of happiness several times a day. The wonderful taste of ecstasy was astonishing.
It was eating away at her soul like a drug, and her center also sank unconsciously.
The corners of Young Master Tang's mouth curved in an evil way, and he whispered: "But tonight I will do something that will make you remember me for the rest of your life, Queen Jingzi."
"You can do it tonight?" Jingzi is now very sensitive to this two-horizontal and one-vertical verb. Whenever she hears it, she will be inexplicably excited. But tonight seems to be too long. She reaches out and pulls Tang Guobin's shirt and says in a pleading tone.
: "Don't wait until tonight, do it now, do it now..."
Tang Guobin's expression was stagnant. In fact, what he wanted to do was to go to the palace tonight to cut Mingyou's eggs, and then turn the aloof emperor into a long sword named Ju Yiwen. He didn't expect this queen-to-be to be able to
Thinking of another meaning, this understanding is really amazing.
"Women are the land, men are the cows, and the more you plow the land, the more it matures... It's broad daylight, so let's do it!" Tang Guobin grabbed Jingzi's waist with one hand and lifted her up, carrying her whole body.
He put it on his shoulders and strode towards the room. The few sycamore trees in the yard that were full of dead leaves seemed to be aroused by this disgusting scene. The withered yellow leaves fell, like small boats, either upturned or overturned.
On the ground, it was like a pair of men and women fighting hand to hand, constantly changing positions, turning over, leaning over...
Some people feel warm while others feel cool. A young man with an upturned collar is squatting in front of the sushi restaurant that was burned beyond recognition by the fire. There is still a faint smell of burning here, but someone will come soon.
It has been renovated, and you can see that all the useless things in the store have been cleaned up, and the two glass doors have been replaced with new ones. The previous ones burned out. Land is at a premium in Tokyo. If we can't open the store as soon as possible, the losses will only be greater.
The young man squatting in front of the store seems to be particularly interested in the road leading to the palace. His eyes will always look at the concrete road intentionally or unintentionally. He has been watching it for several hours, and there is not even a familiar figure.
, this young man with rosacea was disguised by Xu Qing. He could only use this stupid method to pay attention to people going to the palace, hoping to see Young Master Tang show up first.
Huang Pulan did not come with her. She would rather stay in the hotel and surf the Internet. However, she still has a very important thing to do, which is to find a way to deceive Long Fengyang and try to buy Xu Qing as much time as possible, as well as more time and division of labor.
Cooperation is just different.
Time passes quickly, but if you have been blown by the cold wind for a long time, you will feel that time passes extremely slowly. It is as if Xu Qing now wants to give up surveillance and go back to get into the hot bed. The temperature difference in this damn place is still relatively large.
He took a cigarette out of the box, held it in the corner of his mouth, and lit it with the lighter given by Cao Fengge. As soon as he took a puff, he saw two old men walking quickly in front of him.
The appearance of the two old men made Xu Qing cheer up. The smoke from the cigarette kept rising from the corner of his mouth. The real master was finally halfway through.