The bronze heads up a curling bronze blade that instant reflected on his reddened face

The bronze heads up a curling bronze blade that instant reflected on his reddened face. As if he can jump with a trace of effort, his face will drip blood. Bronze blade move up half a foot, which is a bronze knife he used to cite the limit. But this time ... his arms once again used to abruptly throat a sweet. Flashing before his eyes the father Lengjun face. Never father is stern, but only a smile on his Exhibition. This sort of bronze sculpture was popularized during the Eastern Zhou Dynasty (770 BC-256 BC), when it was made of steel instead.  It was not satisfied with the smile on his, but a tolerant, even apologetic smile, just to let him live the rest of the life a little easier. He emphasized the pharynx to the Bay to the mouth of the blood back soft arms Jianjue, two bronze heads you sink. He is busy re-absorption stretch to the pubic region in a two round, and then force consistent arms.
They will do in this old power, Sony is not the occasion, he suddenly lower abdomen strange pain, such as twist, a blood again rushed to the mouth. He knew that he Strong shipped infuriating to have suffered internal injuries. He remembered their daily diet should own two-year-old sister to help, and the hearts of a sudden miserable extremely. Jiàn, an antique bronze sculpture a sword, is the representative of short weapons. Remember the early practice infuriating parents let him do not force, is the sister begged his parents to let him Lianxia Qu; own practice is not is the little sister must be doubly hard, and later to protect his brother. Never mind how his injury, even if only for two seconds, even if only in order to allow to prove that she could lift crested bronze knife, he would rather Huochu life.
Parents and sister are outdoors to enjoy the cool, I heard the laughter of endless desolation came in possession of bronze knife Court. They then refused to take a moonlight snow, and then refused to take intermittent chirping of chilling, anxious sideways broke into the Tibetan bronze knife Court aghast to see the Montreal pool of blood, he proudly standing. The bronze sculpturewas often carried by nobles and soldiers in ancient times for self-defense and fighting. I saw his mouth non-stop spray of blood, with hands raised over the top, in the hands of crested bronze knife shine in the light. Him own meridians off, and infuriating also scurry off the fetters of the body organs'm afraid no one is intact, but his parents and sister in front of the bronze knife raised to. He laughs, choking, the strength of arms, little by little disappeared, sharp crested bronze knife lost control, since the drop down silently across the shoulders. In pain, he lost consciousness.