Chapter 42 He is still me (follow-up)

Life is a twist and a twist. There is no beginning, no end, just kill time in such chaos, and draw a period at the end without an end.

In order to make this nihilistic life the meaning of existence, everyone is looking for something that belongs to it to fill themselves.

Damn it! That little woman! I used to protect the guy surnamed Long! It's not easy. I'm far away. I don't listen to her mention it anymore. Now another one pops up!

The two have known each other for a long time in a situation they don't know!

The wolf in his hand danced wildly, and his anger has not subsided since just now. Everyone can arouse her attention, but he, even if he comes back from the battlefield, he will not see her welcome him!

What's wrong with this obvious differential treatment!

The degree of force allows the thick ink to penetrate directly, and the words under the pen are as full as if they can drip water.

"Let go early." Relying against the door, a faint male voice.

Continue to abuse pen and ink and didn't listen at all.

Go over and grab his hand, "While you can still stop." If you have a long heart.

Get out of his hand, and he never likes the feeling of being controlled. "It's Fang. If you don't want to die, just get out of your big head!" Words squeezed out between the teeth.

Fang Shaobai looked straight at him, but he turned his head, and time passed in the silence of the two.

"I don't mind playing eye-to-eye games with you, as long as you don't mind the inexplicable disappearance of your cold beauty."

"Use this trick? Have you forgotten? I am a master of the exciting method.

The calm look is obviously different from the anxiety just now.

Hahahaha! Bursts of laughter flowed out of the mouth of the man sitting in the golden chair, arrogant and arrogant.

His big hand covered his face, and Nangong's expression changed unpredictablely. Ha ha ha, little guy, little guy, what kind of magic has been applied to me, which makes it so difficult for me to let go of you.

It's really an interesting thing.

Fang Shaobai didn't say anything, but looked at him quietly. Since he was a child, his coldness has impressed him deeply. Now Nangong Yi is what he is familiar with, indifferent, arrogant and ruthless, just like there is nothing worth his effort in this world.

Heartlessness is suitable for him. Even if he has known him for more than ten years, he still can't really guess him.

The words he wrote began to become gentle, and finally after a beautiful rise and fall, he put down the pen and picked up the words.

There are guests in the forest playing the flute, and the bamboo turns into a dragon and a phoenix into the sky.

Good words! Is the dragon and phoenix dance a mortal? Admired secretly.

Ride up, put down the words, put your hands behind your back, and Nangong Yi paced back and forth. Looking at the lotus picture on the wall, it was not suitable for this masculine room, but Nangong Yi hung it here without hesitation.

walked closer and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he found that something seemed to be missing. "Go, get the jade seal."

The people around him ran away as early as when he was angry, and Fang Shaobai had no choice but to act as an errand.

After taking over the sacred object that represents the highest power of the whole imperial dynasty, Nangong Yi carefully pressed on the painting, so this work of "Anonymous" painted by Xinshou jumped to the imperial pen of the empire.

Looking at the shining imperial seal in the corner with satisfaction, a happy smile appeared on Nangong Yi's mouth.

In the dark, an old woman who was holding the battle came out.

"The wet nurse."

"Mrs. Yan."

Although she is close to the flower armor, she can faintly see the glory of that year. There are some wrinkles in the corners of the eyes of the vicissitudes of life. The red sandalwood crutches are stretched out, but she is a blind person.

sighed, "Son, you have become too much for her." Do you know that she is not someone you can control?

She is the handkerchief of Nangong Yi's biological mother. Since she was a child, Nangong Yi lost her mother and was brought up by her. She always hoped that he could give up the darkness in his heart and get happiness.

And this kind of happiness can be simple to marry a wife and have children, but some people destroy this simplicity.

Can't she realize such a simple wish?

Did God punish her because she made too many evils? However, how innocent this child is.

She groped and came to Nangong Yi's side. She stroked his strong arms, and even if she fought for her life, she would definitely let him get through this.

He had no emperor's life, but the sudden appearance of the phantom star changed his fate, and all the stars were broken from the original orbit.

Should she be said to be a miracle or a disaster?

sighed. Mrs. Yan didn't tell him these worries, but whispered, "Son, think it over before you act."

Nangong Yi listened respectfully. Everything he learned from her. Mrs. Yan can be said to be his teacher and the most important person in his past.

Standing there quietly for her to stroke, he looked gently at the little old man. The years did not spare anyone. The beauty that taught him how to survive in the sinister harem** was already spotted.

"I know what to do." Smiling, he is full of danger at this moment.

Some things can't be obtained by looking at them. Survival skills tell him that if you can't get them, you have to grab them.

"She, how is she now?" Ask the people behind you.

"At least it's still there."

"It's still there..." I can't hear the joy and anger in the muttering voice.

The other side.

"Fly." Xiao Xiao asked blankly, "Am I wrong?" I just want to stick to my opinion. I just hope that he can respect his decision. Is it so difficult to let him respect himself?

Leng Fei spread out his hands and said, "Don't worry about him." He will not let go of any chance to hit his opponent. He never thinks he is a kind person.

Zhan Wuhen had no choice but to find that although he was the origin of the disturbance, it was obvious that both sides had forgotten themselves.

"You... Don't you blame me?" Ask hesitantly, there are times when people who have always been coldly care.

"How can it not be strange?!" Looking at him, she really doesn't know Xiao Xiao. She is very good at remembering grudges. As I said, I didn't mean to drink to protect him just now.

He picked up the sword without melancholy and was about to say hello to him, but a dart knocked off her head and only drew a bloody mouth on his left arm.

"Don't be so ruthless." The hippie smiling face is so unfamiliar. Isn't it Shi Qianxu, one of the four princes who is famous for playing hidden weapons?

"Hmm, bully me!" It turned out that it was him who was hiding in the dark. Xiao Xiao and Leng Fei looked at each other.

"Where is it?" Shi Qianxu is still the same. Xiao Xiao said poorly, "Empress, don't care so much. After all, Brother Zhan is also forced."

Is there an inside story? Xiao Xiao is a standard curious baby, and she is very interested in this.

"Is it? Give me a reason. If I'm satisfied, I can consider letting him go. Otherwise, you are ready to go out horizontally. The sword in his hand swayed in front of him.

Carefully clamp the sword with two fingers, "Oh, my empress."

"Try to call it like this again!" When interrupting him, Xiao Xiao narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, okay." He immediately changed his words, "Little princess, little princess, can't you do it!"

It is basic common sense to move the sword carefully and stay away from dangerous movements.

"If you really want to investigate, you should investigate the third prince." It broke out of a big surprise.

The third prince?

Who is

?

In confusion.

"Well, it's the third prince of the South." Supplementary explanation.

He rudely threw a dart on him that he had just flown in. He was really flat.

He smiled bitterly and saw her 'you dare to avoid it' look, so he had to sacrifice and didn't move.

The delicate silver dart brushed his cheek, and a blood stain was drawn on the smooth skin. Along the thin mouth, a stream of red blood flowed down.

Xiao Xiao regretted it almost immediately.

It's a pity. I don't know if she will leave a scar in the future. She will be sad without an eye-catching handsome man.

The delicate hand moved slowly along his wound, which was the greatest torture and the sweetest torture for him.

Take back your hand, put his blood-stained finger into the cherry's mouth, and suck it gently.

She shook her head helplessly. She really likes blood very much. He sneered and held her in his arms, "Bad habits, get rid of them."

Shang Shi Qianxu's eyes are so cold that "You'd better explain it clearly." His injury is more painful than hers, so he should also have a share in the interest recovered.