Chapter 236 Boy Scouts 8

    Sasha can feel that there is a blood vessel in the back of the neck to the occipital bone. Since he and his father came out of the Amazon jungle, they could not meet Have a normal religious person. Although Stefan, who was standing in front of him, was not gray-eyed, the tone and tone of the dean's speech was incontrovertible and similar to the former, so he remained silent for the rest of the time.

    They returned along the same path, and the wind blew from the middle of a few trees of darkened olive trees, the trees were so thick and ridiculous, if anyone would like them Sawed, the roots left behind can be used directly to meet King Arthur. Everyone on the island of Poseidon planted olives, and the diameter of the breast can reach this width. The trees may have lived for a thousand years and will continue to live, just as they still live in Jerusalem, and they have been watching Jesus being nailed. The same kind of the cross.

    Not long after, they saw a small black curl, and the boy with the devil’s name was lazily circling around a stone sprinkler child.

    "Don't screw its ears," Sasha said. "It may be older than your great-grandfather."

    Bishb looked at the stone monster that was entrenched above a gray marble shallow dish, the rough plate about three feet in diameter, and that looked like a shofar The rabbit’s ugly mouth was wide open, a pipe sticking out from the uneven fangs, clean water flowing out of it, falling into the dish, and a delicate, overflowing eye-shaped overflow above the plate. Holes, excess water then flow out from there.

    He just screwed the monster's ear.

    The Dean did not express any dissatisfaction with his indecent assault. He showed his tolerance to the children like most elderly people. When they left, they were reminded not to forget the Eucharist time at 8:15 in the morning.

     "I hope their little cakes can be delicious." Besib said, slightly raised his head: "What smell is this? Feeling quite "Sweet."

    "Ziyunying." Sasha replied, "It’s the wind blowing, behind the olive groves, it is estimated to be the source of the honey. Planted.” Wild flowers don’t have such a dense single smell. “Don’t you think that yesterday’s honey water tasted a bit of broken grass stems? At that time I was thinking that they might have a lot of Ziyun, only Honey with Chinese milk vetch will have that special taste - but I don't think you want to discuss this. What a terrible thing happened in a short time when I was not there?" Br />