Chapter 14 Long-lost Embrace

The room is very luxuriously decorated, with red happy characters posted everywhere, and the window flowers are also very beautiful. There are pictures of mandarin ducks playing in the water, dragons and phoenixes, and there are also pictures of flying wings. Jiulong's eyes are flashing, observing the furnishings in the house, a small mahogany round table, a plate of exquisite fruits on the round table, and a few beautiful small Round stool, a small wooden cabinet in the corner, with colorful flowers and branches on the cabinet.

Kowloon's eyes followed the room. Finally, his eyes were fixed on a big red**. The red wall hung down, with a big red letter of joy hanging on it, and a figure loomed in it, sitting quietly.

"Mesomea..." Jiulong's eyes almost jumped out of his eyes. From the figure and familiar breath, Jiulong concluded at a glance that this must be the person he was longing for. Jiulong ran towards Messomea in three steps and two steps.

"Hight!" A cold and decisive voice came from the mantle, "If you take another step forward, I will immediately bite my tongue and kill myself!"

"Yes, it's the voice of Mesomea!" Jiulong's affirmation a hundred times was really the voice of Mesomea. His heart was trembling and his blood was boiling. Finally, he could see his beloved. Jiulong couldn't control his trembling voice. He wanted to speak, but he swallowed hard.

"Listen, Palasal Islander, if you dare to take another step forward, I will immediately bite my tongue and kill myself. It doesn't matter if I die, but as long as I die, your island will be destroyed by my lover sooner or later, and there will not even be any dregs left..." Mesomia said more harsh words. Her tone was cold, decisive, and nothing Doubt.

Kowloon listened to Mesmia's voice, and his heart trembled even more. Such a girl with consistent feelings and unswervingly followed him. Jiulong slowly raised his head. He looked at the jubilant ceiling and swore silently in his heart, "In this life, I'm afraid of turning the world and the landslides. Crack, the true feelings for Mesomea will never change, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, until the earth is old, the bleak autumn wind blows the beauty of Mesomea, and the hot heart will always be young..."

Kowloon's hoarse and trembling voice slowly sounded, "Mesomea..."

"Mesomea, I'm your Jiulong brother...!" Jiulong's heart jumped out with the words and jumped into the space of this attic. The heavy and vicissitudes of heart shook the air in the room, but time stopped. A moment of tranquility, thousands of years of eternity, like a trickling water, moistening the sadness and bitterness of the vicissitudes of life.

The once difficult days, the once difficult journey, the huge crisis, the strong rain and strong wind, the sadness and hardship, the helpless time, the slanting shadow of boating in the sunset... all these are over.

"Brother Jiulong..., this is my voice of Brother Jiulong..." Mesomea's voice trembled even more fiercely. She seemed to be dreaming and seemed to be shouting. It was the underground magma that had suppressed for thousands of years, surging and surging, wanting to burn up the sky and warm the cold heart with the heat; the trickling stream, The heart is like water, gently blessing tomorrow's happiness...

A drop of crystal slowly slipped down Mesomea's face, ticked and fell on the back of her hand, which was wrapped in countless thoughts and warm prayers. Her trembling voice calmed the trembling air and made the forbidden time begin to flow. "How can there be nine here? Brother Long's voice is obviously an illusion. My brother Jiulong is bathing in the vicissitudes of war. His heart must be very tired. Brother Jiulong... How much your Mesopia misses you... Will the happy time of the past turn into ethereal bubbles from today on? Brother Jiulong..., your Mesomea is not reconciled! I don't want to!"

"Mesomea..., I'm your brother Jiulong..." Jiulong's voice sounded again, still so familiar. In Mesomea's ears, it was so kind. It was such a voice. It's not wrong. Mesomea definitely clicked her eyes, but she would rather have broken her ears, because she was clear. Chu knew that the fat figure in front of him could be his own brother Jiulong.

Kowloon slowly took a step forward, and he stretched out his hand to touch the curtain in front of him...

"You... stop, you are not my brother Jiulong. Listen to the owner of Parasar Island. If you dare to lift this curtain, what you see will be my body..." Mesomea's trembling voice sounded again, and the resolute tone made Jiulong no longer dare to act rashly, because he knew how much Mesomea was. A strong woman.

"Mesomea... I'm your Jiulong brother. Jiulong brother came to save you and came to the Great North Ocean, just for my Mesomia..." Jiulong spoke out again, and thousands of thoughts were like tides. He stirred his mood. He wanted to warm his lover's heart with this longing for love and inextricable feelings.

"Brother Jiulong, Mesomea is not dreaming, are you really my brother Jiulong!" Mesomea looked at the strong figure outside the curtain in disbelief, and circles of missing rushed to him.

"Yes, I'm your Mesomea!" Jiulong nodded affirmatively and began his memory, "The bloody arena... Thousands of nobles watched the bloody fall of gladiator one by one. They shouted and looked at the bloodthirsty scene. They roared. On the rostrum, a pair of big watery eyes stared at the moan of a humble slave, using her veins. The veins are affectionate and hatching a weak soul... On that victorious night, those shining eyes, through the screen window, rippled with the ripples of autumn water, touching a dying heart with that true feelings; that night, you and I helped each other, like glue... On the night of parting, you broke free from the shackles of family affection and worked hard Take care of yourself and throw yourself into the arms of Brother Jiulong... From then on..."

"Brother Jiulong..." Mesomea listened to Jiulong's narrative, and tears came out one by one. She cried bitterly, and her trembling voice slowly rippled, "Brother Jiulong, is it really you? Your Mesomea thought she would never see you again..."

Kowloon slowly lifted the affectionate curtain, and a thin face reflected Jiulong's face. Looking at the thin voice, Jiulong could no longer restrain her tears. Mesomea sat quietly **, tied with a thick rope. She couldn't move.

Holding hands and looking at tears, even more speechless!

Looking at the tearful Mesomea, Jiulong hugged him. The long-lost feeling was a nest wrapped in thousands of feelings. A seed called true love snuggled in it, sleeping peacefully, breathing each other's air and swallowing each other's hearts. They closed their eyes happily and tears cut through their faces. , dripping on the palm of the hot hand, that thin lips, sucking, pouring endless lingering...

Untied the rope on Mesomea's body and looked at her tear-stained smile. Jiulong kissed her forehead sadly and slowly integrated him into his arms. The incomparable fullness made people unable to extricate himself.

Breathing the familiar breath, Mesomea said slowly, "Brother Jiulong, why are you here? Why are you dressed like this!"

"Mesomea, I sneaked in. Now I'll take you away and leave quietly!" Jiulong lowered his voice and whispered in Mesormia's ear.

"Hmm!" The clever Mesomia nodded quickly, and his big watery eyes blinked with a dreamy and charming brilliance. "Brother Jiulong, the owner of Parasar Island is a seven-level warrior. You should be careful!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong nodded gently, and then took Mesomea's little hand and asked her to climb on her back, tear off a piece of silk, tied tightly to her waist, and slowly climbed up the window.

"Brother Jiulong..." Climbing on Jiulong's back, Mesomea smiled happily. She gently kissed Jiulong's neck, breathed hard, and felt as hard as she could. Involuntarily, tears of happiness dripped from the corners of her eyes.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Jiulong was as light as a swallow, and a few flashed. Then he came to the corridor, hid in a house, put down Mesomia, and began to put on makeup, take off other people's red clothes, put on his own "gold suit", coiled up his hair, glued his beard, yellowed his little face, and painted black blue hair.

Then, Kowloon and Mesomea swaggered out of the house. Kowloon swayed the identity of Chief Peng Ruisi, crossed the corridor, passed through the garden, and walked out of the door with a big belly.

Mesomea followed Jiulong respectfully. A pair of lovers were so worried and nostalgic. Sometimes they looked at each other and walked out slowly. Suddenly, Mesomea gently moved Jiulong's clothes because she saw the owner of Mississippi Island.

At this moment, Parasar, the owner of Mississippi Island, is holding a woman's hand. The woman has a red head and is almost no different from Mesomea. Parasar's face is full of smiles, but he sometimes looks at the woman's eyes, but he does not like it silently, but has nothing to do with it.

"What's going on?" Kowloon asked quietly.

"I didn't want to, so he found a woman to replace me. If you don't come, maybe next year's today will be my memorial day!" Mesmia said quietly.

"Hmm!" Jiulong's heart skipped a beat. Then, he quietly grabbed Mesomea's hand and said nothing.

"Listen and immediately hand over the woman in the oracle, otherwise, the skull fleet will immediately destroy Mississippi!" Just as Kowloon and Mesomea looked at each other affectionately, a loud voice suddenly sounded, which only made the whole island of Mississippi tremble.

"Eight-level amplification magic array!" Jiulong was shocked when he heard it, and his heart was suddenly awe-inspiring.