03 janvier 2012
That year, remained in autumn. Tons of maple leaves. Floating Cheap SWTOR Credits, such as the rain like a butterfly.
The wind is still bleak, gently brushed, leaving behind a cold heart. Sound of flowing water sustained a grievance, with heavy and forget those memories fading away, distant mountains looming, she worries about Dai brow, low forehead of low pressure in the beautiful!
Leaves floating, sad drunk alone, Iraqis dead, drunk then how so?
The Lady where to find? Cheng pulls past has vanished like smoke like a dream, blink of an eye, affair who, landscape remains. Hongyan navigated, trance with eyes crossed and fare thee weel, came before the qingzhong, the uplift has long been deserted be nobody's business, there are no tombstones, even a trace of footprints was not found, there is only a pool of cold.
Who is there, guarding the Tomb a man of prayer? Only two ancient sword of oblique, and, if not a few noise Woo ming, as if cut through the undercurrent of surging, looking back thousands of years, long listen that dust from the hated Shao tone!