What a landscape painting with thick ink and heavy color! And I at this time in the body, standing in the wind, "when Ling extremely, a list of small mountains" of pride will spontaneously arise. It was only about ten meters above the ground, and I felt my breathing was no longer so easy. I was already sweating like a pulp. I could not walk more than fifty steps, and they were already sitting on the steps at the same time. Stop to rest feet, wipe sweat, a look up, ah, under the blue sky, that straight into the sky of the TV launch needle has been close at hand, refueling!
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