Sir Ares,Goodnight!

The clerk was overjoyed. "This way, please."

When the boy came to the console and saw the white cheese, cake and other materials on the console, he was stunned for a moment, rolled up his sleeves and began to operate.

He made three layers of cake, the most basic layer is a square cake, the middle is a round cake, and the top is a sunflower shaped cake.

The shop assistant looked at him suspiciously and chatted with him, "little brother, is the shape of your cake unique?"

The young man said, "Fang is the rule. Just like him, he is regular, old-fashioned and self-contained. "

I don't know who I think of, and the fundus of my eyes is shining.

"Sunflower is the sun, just like her, just like the sun, so warm, kind."

"What about the circle?" The clerk pointed to the circle in the middle.

Young bitter smile, "seek reunion!"

The clerk thought the boy's words were obscure and mysterious, so he didn't ask again.

The boy also made three villains, two men and one woman, standing on each layer of cake.

When the cake was finished, the boy covered the cake with chocolate beans. Then I looked at the cake for a moment. Finally, he swiped the card and said to the clerk, "the cake is here for you."

The clerk was stunned. "Don't you want it?"

The boy laughed bitterly, "no more."

The children in the hall of military intelligence are not qualified to be themselves.

He had to forget his name, his birthday, his family. From then on, I will devote my whole life to the hall of military intelligence.

This is their oath when they enter the hall of military intelligence.

Violators are punished with death.

The boy left in a hurry!

Everest, yujia48 village!

Zhan hanjue was lying on the bed with a needle on the back of his hand.

The delicate face became more profound, and the thin chin became more three-dimensional.

Mr. Yu took the porridge and sat in front of him, just like coaxing his ancestors. He said softly, "jue'er, grandfather knows that you have a good relationship with Zhengling. You are in a bad mood after Zhengling leaves. But listen to my grandfather, Zheng Ling's body hasn't been found. Maybe she's still alive? If she is lucky to be alive, but you have an accident, then you will miss it by mistake... "

When the old master said this, Zhan hanjue's lax pupil turned slightly.

The dead heart seems to be revived.

The old man sighed with loneliness: "ah, how can you be as willful as your mother and trapped by love..."

No matter what the old master said, he would not respond.

The old man looked at the handsome face of Zhan hanjue. From his face, he could not see the trace of his daughter Qianqian. Suddenly think of, Chengqian since didn't recognize him, presumably he this is easy to look?

The old man is very curious about the real face of his baby grandson. I don't know if he is as delicate and perfect as he is now? Have you inherited Qianqian's little appearance?

Driven by curiosity, the old man carefully observed Zhan's mask, and then he was silly.

The mask fits perfectly with the face, and the incision can't be found at all. Isn't this the apocalyptic high-tech mask?

As long as the mask is pasted on the face, it can achieve the purpose of changing appearance by squeezing. However, the mask is a high-tech material, which can not be torn off when it is fused with the skin on the face, otherwise it will damage the dermis. It can only be absorbed by the skin slowly as time goes on, and then restore the original face.