Chapter 38 Love for Three Life

kuang lang——

kuang lang——

The warrior held an iron whip, gently knocked on the thick iron pillar, and made a rustling sound, "Are you two Mesomea and Europa Tatison? Get up!"

No one answered. The warrior climbed to the iron fence to have a look. Suddenly, he saw that the sleeping man's chest was still undulating, and he was suddenly furious. This was his acre of land. He shook from his waist and a string of keys rattled.

"This is Mesomea's cell!" Bolise asked slowly.

"This..." The samurai quickly bowed and said hesitantly, "As long as the criminals are imprisoned in the heavenly prison, they will die here and never care about them, so Mesomea is not very clear in that cell!"

"Then open it!" Prinse looked at Jiulong's bleeding eyes and hurriedly urged the warrior to open the door.

"Yes!" The warrior quickly answered, and then shook the key and rattled. After a while, he found it. With a bang, the big iron chain of the iron gate fell to the ground. The warrior swaggered in, banged, and took a foot directly to Mesomea's waist. Suddenly, the hair covering his face fell down.

"Are you pretending to be dead? Wake up!" As he spoke, his samurai kicked again.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Suddenly, Jiulong went crazy. He recognized the outline of Mesomea at a glance. Unlike in the past, the smooth skin was wrinkled and dry, his eyes were closed, and his lips were already dry, like fishing nets, broken into small pieces.

Only the shallow dimple, with a sweet smile, her chest is slightly undulating, and the tattered prison uniform ** has a rough skin...

Boom——

Kowloon couldn't help crying anymore. He punched the warrior and cried sadly in his arms. He roared, but it didn't help. He vented, but there was nothing he could do. The man's tears drop by drop and stayed on his already dry skin. Jiulong gently rubbed the beauty. Somia's face was vivid, and the joy of the past stung his heart. He cried loudly and unobstructedly.

The man's crying is often the most depressing release in the bottom of his heart. His heart is broken, because her breathing is weak and unconscious. He holds her tightly and caresses the dry heart with a warm embrace...

In the quiet and gloomy prison, Perrinse hugged Qatar's neck tightly and buried it in his chest and cried. Salina was lively and unrestrained by her parents since she was a child. She led the weak tribe to hide and finally was exhausted, leaving her alone. With a strong appearance, her heart was weak and a drop of her eyes. Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't bear to curl her head. Suddenly, she saw something that made her miserable.

It was a silver-white token. That token was once the highest symbol of power of their tribe. Only the father, as the chief, could have it. His beloved father died and he left nothing. But now she saw her father's relics, she ran over like crazy and lay on the thick iron fence. Crying, she reached into a hand, but she couldn't reach it...

is really full of joy, sad and adventure, crying in the whole cell, the suffering of his lover, and the sad moaning, the death of his father, and the tears of missing... are intertwined and connected, adding a little human touch to the whole cell, but adding a little bit of nothing. Affection.

The warrior who was punched away by Jiulong rubbed the blood from the corners of his mouth and gently closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to witness such a miserable scene.

Slowly, Qatar glanced at the cell. He moved his steps gently, and a line of blood-stained handwriting came into his eyes. Qatar motioned to Po Linse to look. Po Linse opened his hazy tears and looked at a line of blood-stained love letters underground. "Sword Dream"

The sword comes out of its sheath, and the murderous wind is rippling,

The knife sings long, and the clouds and dragons sing vertically and horizontally.

Children's love, broken people's hearts, rouge is red, blood and tears are full of vicissitudes!

The kindness of the previous life, the fate of this life, the piano and Xiao, and finally a falling flower!

Butterfly loves flowers, with beautiful branches, dancing to find out the shadow,

Swords and swords, the void is broken, looking back on a dream of swordsmanship!

After chanting, Bolise and Qatar looked at each other, and the two were confused with tears in their eyes and cried. They mourn for the love of Kowloon. They resonate for the helpless vicissitudes of Kowloon. How many joys and sorrows there are in the world, but they all end up. The hard work only comes in exchange for bleak sadness...

Life is at a loss, where is the end, joys and sorrows, and separation, and a broken smile!

It's night! Under the rain, it rustled. Jiulong gently stretched out his hand, trying to touch the bright moon covered by dark clouds... But the boundless dark clouds always shrouded the original light, and the raindrops splashed on his body. What he felt was not only cold, but also the piercing cold. The wind in the rainy night was extremely depressed, The fragrant grass blowing all over the ground, the brilliant flowers have withered at some point, leaving only a little stamens, gently swaying in the wind of the night rain.

B-ta!

Two tears crossed his face and dripped on the cold palm of his hand. He felt a little warmth, gently put it on his lips and sucked it. It was salty and desolate.

The night rain wet Jiulong's hair, face, corners of his eyes and clothes. Jiulong gently wiped it, but the wet sleeves could not wipe the dry tears. He was confused. He sank, decadently climbed up the corners of his eyes, followed the tears to the palm of his hand, and was sucked to his throat. Through the warm throat, immersed in thirst Since then, he has been depressed...

Far away, Qatar and Bolise held hands. They silently stared at Kowloon sitting quietly in the rain. No one smiled. Bolinse's hand was tightly clenched for fear that Qatar would run away. Whether the night wind was too cold or the night rain was too cold, and her hands became white and bloodless.

"Qatar, I'm worried about my brother..." Pori sighed faintly.

"Don't worry, it will get better. From then on, they will fly together and sleep in two nights, and no one can move it at all." Qatar's voice was very low and hoarse when he spoke.

"I hope so. If my brother has another long and short, then I will be a sister..." Slowly, Po Linse shed tears again.

"Honey, don't be sad. It's a good thing that they will eventually get married. What are you worried about? Let the cool night rain bathe his tired body and mind. This is only good, not bad!"

"Qatar..." Bolise looked at Qatar affectionately, moved the corners of her white mouth slightly, and said slowly, "Will you leave me in the future!"

"No..., the sky will collapse and the earth will crack, and the sea will be dry and the rocks will be rotten. We will live together, and we will die in the same cave!"

"Hmm!" Bolise nodded slowly. In the dark rainy night, she sank deeply into Qatar's warm chest.

In the brightly lit room, Salina held the token in her hands tightly and looked at Europa Tartison lying quietly. Slowly, he opened the long hair covering Europa Tartisson's face, which was a handsome face, which could be called a beautiful man. The haggard wrinkles and dry lips were all covered. I can't help the face that once fell in love with countless men and women.

In silence, she prayed for Euro Tatison, hoping that the father and brother of the heavenly spirit would bless Euro Tatison and finally hand over their relics in her hand. Her eyes were full of the miserable scene in the heavenly prison. Since then, his father's death has also closed his eyes, which is the beauty in front of her. The man is successful.

Gently, she leaned her head on Euro Tatison's face and slowly put her lips on the cracked lips. The faint breath came from the bottom of his heart. It was a desire for life. She could feel a slight warmth. It was a man's most sincere breath. She sucked deeply. Give without reservation.

A wisp of breeze blew, and the burning candle swayed gently. A drop of tears fell down, dyed the lamp red, and invaded the wick.

It turned out that... the two hearts merged with each other, and at this moment, it turned out that there was a true friendship. he, breathing in an instant, warm, each other, sucking the sweet and bitter beginning...

The night rain is continuous, endlessly watering the thirsty heart field, because they need nectar and hot impulses, because they need to brew... The wind blows bigger, the rain is bigger, and the tears of Jiulong are dry. He gently closes his eyes, put his hands together, and devoutly resists his forehead. He sighed, "The omnipotent god in this world, please open your eyes, look at the humble and pious souls, and pray to you for the joy of the helpless moment... Let this moment stop, become a long-lasting eternity, temporarily stay in the exhausted heart, awaken the snuggle of the soul, promote each other's integration, let them Permanently together..."