Legend of Maxima

There is a whole body of silver, the movement is agile, if the cranes in the clouds are like a crane, after repeated whipping and smashing, they can’t see his sturdy figure; they can’t hear his screams like waves; I couldn’t smell the arrogance between his mane. Also, I can’t find it...

God always opens a window while closing a door. God heard about his experience, covering his face and lamenting: "Tonight, there will be a blood red comet in the sky." Turning to think, no! I want to make my own responsibility, oh, who makes me, who makes me so incompetent, will only bring tragedy to heaven and earth?

So, God personally went to the Soul of Souls, and gently lifted the almost dying, to the side of the couch, and said with a pity: "You will live here later, no one can insult you." The waiter had to be a good waiter, and the waiter whispered, and from time to time he used his eyes to lean against the couch and gently lick, weak as a woman. When God left, the waiter followed, and he repeated it many times in a whisper in the ear of God. God seems to never come back, hey, it’s best for none of them to come back, and the eyes are not bored. He rubbed his head and gently blew his still purulent wound while thinking about it.

The past life of the waiter was a prostitute who was ordinary but kind in nature. The door was opened again, and the waiter whispered his head, his feet squatting, standing on his couch without saying a word, and his palms were sweating.

Half an hour passed, and neither of them meant anything to say. After another half an hour, the waiter couldn't help it. He just wanted to speak. He saw that he stood up with one hand and showed his face to drink water. The waiter had already pulled out, but he blocked his hand on the head of the bed and pulled the branch of a jade tree next to the jade column.

"Hey, small-", "Heart" has not yet had time to say it, and the ground has a crisp voice. The jade branches are broken.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?", a bloated body with a head like a bucket on his shoulder, and two trotter-like hands smashed in the sleeves of dark silk. Give a pig a head of ear, and the fat on his face flickers and flickers.

In fact, this pig, not, this fairy. It is the infamous "noisy trouble" of the heavens. But his position in heaven is equivalent to the head of the eunuch in the ancient Chinese palace.

"What's the matter? Is it because you don't have a good waiter? You don't use anything!" Yuanjie is the name of the thousands of times, and his afterlife will represent him in a wealthy family.

"I..." The waiter took a scorpion and pulled out a word from his mouth.

"You hurry to get out of me!", "Is it annoying" When I said "go", the spit star spewed out from the teeth of his two large fangs that had grown locusts, all sprayed to his finger On the waiter's "sausage", the face of resentment and the waiter who was flushed with red eyes laughed at the same time. "I’m bored with trouble.” When he saw his master, he would also see the wind and the rudder of Bajie Yuanjie: "Young master, I will give a good lesson to this benzene-handed slain! You can eat well, I will not bother. You have rested." Saying, "noisy troubles" slammed the waiter out and the door was gently closed.

It stands to reason that Yuanjie should now smile with great enthusiasm, but he didn't even move his mouth. On the contrary, he slammed on the couch and couldn't say anything. The substance in the chest was so bad.