a white neat

who can come near as promised, still hidden from his psychic senses? Suddenly back, the lights prosperous and off. At the same time, ears full of crisp, consistent howling ghosts, seems to suddenly fall from the sun room to go to the underworld. Xu Ziling condensate then do not move, close photo of mind, work together eyes, surrounded by gradually lit up, depending on the material's ability to reply. Immediately Huqu Juzhen. I saw a standing start at the ghostly woman in white hair, although the first falls due to cicada, do not see her face, but his demeanor size is more important is that people - the sense of seek - both God and Fu Jun Nao Shaw is. Xu Ziling a time forgot Fu Chun Chuo passed away early, blurting cried: Mother! The woman crashed Vibrato, made a sudden vanishing gone. Xu Ziling saved outside. Corridor dark, desolate track. Breaking wind, the Kouzhong Jilue to, sullen, and said: four of them all gone. Hey! What happened to you? Xu Ziling be to answer him. Pound, pound! Water ring tones, has spread to the left and right side. They shouted bad, passing the corridor, just jumped out the door when you come to the deck, shouted Juzhen stop, stared at the bow. Under the slightest rain, a white neat, back hanging sword, hair like clouds of women, tuck the comfort of their being, it seems that only her world as one person alone, sitting leisurely composure to do at the edge of the bow. Looked from their point of view, her elegant lines sideways like at least 90% of very Fu Chun Chuo, especially in its hair and body: More Shaw is the kind of God - feeling. Xu Ziling little better Kouzhong have cried aloud: Mother! Qiao Lian slowly over to the other woman. It was a dignified and quiet face,