Extra, big news, because of the author's mistake, there was an accident. Didn't you say that Jia Chun found a new body for Yi Mi? Finally, after n days of thinking, he decided to change the red fox skin into pink pigskin. Please forgive the inconvenience caused by this. (How can there be such an Oolong author in the world?) See Chapter 20 "Morning Glory" for the change. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't go back. It's just a change of a noun. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Life to say novelty, there is novelty, to say repetition, it is really repeated. The days of Yimi and the emperor were repeated day after day. The emperor was really convinced by the girl in front of him. He screamed for a thousand years without shutting up. He "screamed" every day. On this day, the emperor approached the dark room as usual. They were already familiar with each other. He turned on the light without waiting for her to scream. Then he went to the bedside, pulled up his robe, and let Yimi under the bed look at her heels. When she got up, he crouched down and took her hand and touched her forehead. It was warm. Then sit down and enjoy Yimi's increasingly professional massage techniques. Although Yi Mi does not remember anything,DIN screw plug, but the hands of the kungfu practice every day, but how to block also can not stop the change for the better. Later, without the emperor's hands, she automatically went to the mechanism after the massage and opened the big square hole. She herself did not know why, as if it was natural to do so. The energy of habit is so powerful that it transcends amnesia. Hey,CNC machining parts, you see, I have practiced to jump down to stop the splash. Yimi greeted the Emperor of the Underworld happily. The emperor walked slowly to the mouth of the cave and watched her perform the automatic diving program day after day. Yi Mi did not know why she said such a thing, as if she had often dived. Some people can stand the daily repetition of life, but some people can't stand it. Here we go again. I'm not angry. She really thinks I'm a sick cat! Meng Po threw down the spoon, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked angrily to the temple of Hades. She was fed up. Before she lost her memory, the girl did not forget to record in her notebook that she would use mice to frighten Meng Po next time. Don't think that she would not dare to report her if she relied on the support of the Emperor of the Underworld. When Yi Mi saw Meng Po leave, she was so happy that she scooped up a large cup and hid it. Then she tied an apron and acted as Meng Po. It's just that she has a bad habit. She likes to be short of weight. She's afraid that the long queue will drink up the delicious Meng Po Soup. So the past batch of reincarnations in Yimi's hands all have vague memories of past lives. (Don't sit in the right seat). Ruan Ruan grabbed Meng Po, who was menacing. "My aunt, I finally found out that such a strange flower has not died for thousands of years. Don't go to your majesty to complain and destroy their good deeds. Otherwise, die cast light housing ,die casting parts, the old master and his wife will not let you go." The loyal old slave grabbed Meng Po anyway and only let her put up a notice on the bulletin board outside the Hall of the Emperor of the Underworld, to the effect that Meng Po could satisfy her wish if anyone could destroy the rats in the underworld. What Yimi saw when she came back this night was this piece of paper, and none of the talented people in the underworld dared to reveal it. Yimi went up and tore the paper down. The little soldier who guarded the list immediately brought her to Meng Po. Is that you?! Meng Po was ready to shout with her arms akimbo. Mother-in-law, do you know me? Yi Mi smiled sweetly and blocked all the words behind Meng Po. Meng Po rolled her eyes and the thief laughed. "This girl, help her get rid of the mice today, and see what she uses to frighten herself the next day. This is called lifting a stone to drop it on her own feet. It's very good.". So she is very cooperative with Yimi's work. To say what is the strongest survival in the world, it is true that human beings are not the first, and no other species dares to be the second. In the corner of the underworld, Yimi accidentally met a human who came to open a grocery store. Because Yi Mi loves to read human books very much, she often comes to the sleeve grocery store to rent books to read, and they get familiar with each other. How can a pig in the world grow so big? Yi Mi asked curiously, she looked at her original shape, not quite pocket-sized. It's all fattened pig feed. Human sleeves began to imbue Yimi with the powerful functions of pig feed. This time in the mouse incident, the conversation made Yimi immediately inspired. Yimi and Sleeve tossed about in her small workshop for a long time, but they did not know that she had exhausted the people outside. Wait for Yimi to return to Meng Po and ask her to put the rat poison in the place where the rats often come and go. Actually rat poison, Meng Po has not bought, "are you sure this medicine is effective?" She doubted Yimi's intelligence. Yimi's brain is very different now. It has been brainwashed by the sleeve of a shrewd businessman, and she does not answer. He took Meng Po's spoon and knocked it on the jar containing Meng Po's soup. Rat medicine! Rat medicine! A mouse can't run away if it eats. If you buy more, you will be more waterlogged. In case you mess up. Consuming medicine. Consuming medicine. If you eat it, you have to poke it off. If you buy it quickly, you will get it quickly. So as not to waste the house Fall in love Yimi learned this from the dialect of the sleeve, and she thought it was very interesting. Meng Po saw that she was blowing so mysteriously that she could not help believing it. In two people you come and go between ambiguous, Ruan soft horizontal bar destroyed Yi Mi and Meng Po to establish a harmonious relationship with great difficulty. Oh, my grandparents, you are here. Come on, come back with me. Ruan Ruan pulled Yi Mi and ran away. She had already missed the time to go back to the ghost. The live show in this compartment is on fire, and the sleeves of that compartment are already beating gongs and drums to charge for telling stories. Extra ah, extra ah, under the iceberg and love diving by the small, fresh performance ah ~ ~ Passers-by are extremely contemptuous of sleeves, cut, fresh performance, both of them have played the same story for a thousand years,alloy die casting, and their ears are listening to cocoons. So the sleeve now has only one audience, and today her audience is acting, and tomorrow she will have to wait for the audience to listen to her story. autoparts-dx.com