The shop assistant was overjoyed and said, "this way, please."

The young man 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 a three-layer cake, with a square cake at the bottom, a round cake in the middle and a sunflower cake at the top.

The shop assistant looked at him suspiciously and chatted with him, "little brother, do you have some unique shape of the cake?"

"Fang is the rule. Just like him, he behaves according to the rules, rigid and boring, and he is autistic... "

I don't know who I think of, and his eyes are shining with brilliance.

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

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

A bitter young smile, "for reunion!"

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

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

When the cake is finished, the boy spreads chocolate beans around the cake. Then I look at the cake and I will be in a daze. Finally, he swiped the card and said to the clerk, "the cake is here for you."

The shop assistant was stunned, "don't you want it?"

The boy laughed bitterly, "no more."

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

He had to forget his name, his birthday, his family. From then on, he devoted his whole life to the military intelligence hall.

This is the oath they took when they entered the military information hall.

Those who violate will be punished by death.

The youth leaves in a hurry!

Mount Everest, Yujia village 48!

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

The delicate face became more profound, and the thin chin became more solid.

Mr. Yu sat in front of him with his porridge in his hand. He coaxed his ancestors in a gentle way, "jue'er, my grandfather knows that you have a good relationship with Zhengling. You are in a bad mood when Zheng Ling is gone. But you listen to my grandfather, Zheng Ling's body has not been found, maybe she is still alive? If she was lucky enough to be alive, but you had an accident, you would have missed it by accident...

when the old lord said this, the lax pupil of Lord Zhan turned slightly.

The dead heart seems to be revived.

The old master sighed with a lonely sigh: "ah, how can you be as wayward as your mother and be trapped in love...

no matter what the old master said, Lord Zhan would not respond to him.

The old master looked at the handsome and flawless face of Lord Zhan. From his face, he could not see the trace of his daughter Qianqian. Suddenly, since Chengqian didn't recognize him, he must have changed his face?

The old man was particularly curious about the real face of his baby grandson, and he didn't know whether he was as delicate and perfect as he was now? Have you inherited a little bit of Qianqian's appearance?

Driven by curiosity, the old master carefully observed the mask of master Zhan. Then, he was dumbfounded.

The mask fits perfectly with the face, and there is no incision. Isn't this the apocalyptic high-tech simulation mask?

As long as the mask is pasted on the face, the purpose of easy appearance can be achieved by pressing. However, the mask is a kind of high-tech material, which can't be torn off with the skin on the face, otherwise the dermis will be damaged. Can only be absorbed slowly by the skin as time goes on, and then restore the original face.

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