man has
already
dying. Yan
Huen went
to the
mothers
side,
touch your
mothers
hand,
cool, and
then
suffer the
nostrils,
has been
off the
air.
"Mother,
mother
..." Her
heart was
twisted to
pieces,
Huen Yan
mournful
cry.
☆、Chapter I（13）
The two
old
corpses
three
days,
placed in
the home
can not
help but
give birth
to a
peculiar
smell, not
yet
buried.
The Huen
Yan and
pleading
the Xing
thinking
vague and
buried the
father and
