Gu Youlan was really angry, because many students have collected her small obscene pants and small tube tops. Who knows that in the night, will they reach out to them?
Woolen cloth?
"Okay ... I will wait for you for six years ..." Zhou Yan said, turning around and bumping away, leaving the blood of the place ...
"Yeah ... this fly was finally driven away ..." At this time, Zu Mei's face excitedly screamed.
"Zu Mei ..." At this moment, Zu Jing's face sank instantly.
"Woohoo ... elder sister, your stinky man scolded me 'rolling', oh, I won't let him go ..." Zu Mei's cried and rushed into Zu Jing's arms.
Zu Jing's eyes are still cold: "Zu Mei, today's things hope you can reach a lesson, next time I don’t want to see such a thing ..."
Zhang Chi's Bamboo Forest Hospital became lively. The beauty of the old, middle, and young colleges in the Qing Dynasty moved in. In the moment, Yingge Yanyan dance, the skirt fluttered, let Zhang Chi dazzle.
But Zhang Chi is different from the daughter. He is with the grievances. His father died in front of himself. The deep hatred was like a hungry wild dog ate his heart from time to time, making him think of himself from time to time.
Stronger.
The night was getting stronger, and the girls laughed in the bamboo tower. Zhang Chi flew from the window on the fourth floor and fluttered on the roof of the bamboo building. She waved, and a bamboo flute flew out of the natal ring and appeared in their hands.
This bamboo flute was ugly and ugly. This was made by his six years old at Jue Longgu at the family station. Therefore, he kept staying.
Mingyue was empty, and the glory of the stars was taken away.
See the king's sleep in the account, sleep stable,
I am out of my tent and sorrow.
Slowly move towards the front of the barren suburbs,
I saw the Bi Luo Moonlight Qingming.
Nympho
The flute sounds gentle and low, sometimes sorrowful and long, sometimes high and high -pitched golden iron horses ...
The troubles in the bamboo building stopped, and the thoughts of the girls walked away with the flute sound.
I do n’t know when, Zu Jing has danced in the small courtyard under the bamboo building, and the figure of the flute is like a dancing elf to interpret and interpret the desolation of the world.
The stools sitting in the courtyard were quiet, and her eyes were blurred into her inner world. The five flavors were mixed. Who is happy?
The sound of flute goes away, the dancing posture has stopped, and the girls are still immersed in their past events, and they cannot extricate themselves.
When the moon stars are rare, when the moon shadow is obliquely, the night's night's night will pass by from the air. The moon is washed down, and the wind is cold and heavy.
The sad and weak teenagers upstairs are no longer.
Long stretching a lazy waist, let Chen Zi's thoughts return to reality, Gu Youlan stood up with a smile, and there were a few more desolate loneliness in the laughter:
"Hehe ... Go, go back to practice, you will have to take class tomorrow.
Gu Youlan's figure disappeared into the bamboo building, and the four ancestors and Zhang Yao also got up and walked into the bamboo building.
Zhang Chi was retreat again. He was absent from the first lesson in the college, and there would be more. Perhaps the Tianyi College was just Zhang Chi's habitat, because he left too much hatred in the mainland.
For two consecutive days of practice, Zhang Chi made a bitter look out of the customs, and the skills still increased. Dantian was like a dirgin who was dissatisfied with his desire.
Standard.
It's another peaceful night.
In a corner downstairs, a pair of eyes are staring at the relaxed room upstairs ...
The night is gradually deeper.
Looking at the quiet night sky outside the window, Zhang Chi's eyes were covered with blood: "How can this? How can this be? Why can the power of the stars be compressed to Dantian unlimitedly, but Xiuwei does not grow at all?
What is the chaotic halo in Dantian? Why does it stubbornly prevent my cultivation from being promoted? Do you want to ask the teacher? Forget it ... "
The teenager's persistence and the fear in his heart made him afraid to say this matter. He was annoyed, and looked back at the bed, Xiao Guo breathed a uniform breath, and slept positively.
After all, Zu Jing was still a little loli. After Mr. Gu Youlan checked in here, she no longer lived in a room with Zhang Chi. The girls were shy.
Zhang Chi's heart became annoying and uneasy.
The figure flashed, the teenager jumped out of the window, fell downstairs lightly, and flickered back, out of the bamboo forest courtyard, and walked forward aimlessly in a quiet campus.
The campus has been completely trapped, and the trainees are practicing hard. The quiet night lets the teenagers fly the annoying mood and quietly feel the aroma of the dirt at night.
I do n’t know how long it has been, a stagnant mountain in front of it appeared, there was no wind, the tall and dense vegetation was integrated with the hill, and the shape was very weird.
Zhang Chi carefully identified it. This hill is exactly the hill next to the school's teaching area and the dormitory area. The other side of the mountain is a small lake.
Zhang Chi also believed in the horse. I came here unknowingly. I didn't think much.
There was a quiet and quiet feeling in the forest. Zhang Chi walked towards the mountainside. Suddenly, there was no sign from the bushside of the roadside.
Zhang Chi didn't understand what was going on. A soft body cast in Zhang Chi's arms. A woman's aroma came, and the soft body in her arms grabbed Zhang Chi with her arms tightly.
Zhang Chi was shocked. I just wanted to launch the whole body's skill to fly out of the people in her arms, but at this time he found that the woman's skill in the arms reached an unimaginable level ...
His skills could not be launched under the strong aura of the woman in his arms. Zhang Chi was shocked. As soon as he wanted to ask, the girl in his arms suddenly screamed:
"Help ..."
"Help ... someone is not a gift ..."
Nympho
A series of actions of women are very sudden, and they are in one go. Zhang Chi is almost completely passive.
The woman's shouts broke through the silent night sky, echoing in the teaching building and dormitory area of the college, and the woman was lucky, and her voice was particularly loud and stern ...
"Who are you?" Zhang Chi listened to his voice and was familiar, but he couldn't remember whose voice in a hurry, and Zhang Chiben looked at the person who was like life. When he encountered such an emergency, Zhang Chi also panicked for a while.
Hands and feet.
The woman did not answer Zhang Chi's question, and shouted a vigorously. Even if Zhang Chi wanted to cover the woman's mouth, the woman's arms locked his arms tightly.