172 people about dusk

"Xia Yubing, don't force me!"

As soon as the fingers are closed, there is a sound of bone cracking.

Xia Yubing sneered: "Unless you can find the legendary dragon in your family and take the blood of the dragon, it can not only be solved, but also prolong your life."

Looking at him, he turned to a smile: "Can you find it?"

Unexpectedly, he got rid of the clamp control and stood up: "You can also go. I have opened the barriers around Yunzechuan for you, but..."

turned around and looked at: "How far can you go? This monthly attack..."

"You might as well die together!" He suddenly turned around.

"You are reluctant to die..." He smiled and floated to the door without looking back: "You still have your Wenwen, your great career..."

Standing at the door: "But I didn't lie to you, not only for your great cause, but also for my Yun descendants and become famous all over the world!"

Look up to the sky.

The branches and leaves screened the moonlight, and the sparse points on her body shook.

"The moonlight is so good... Is it the Mid-Autumn Festival of your Central Plains? Such a reunion festival has to be accompanied by the general and do his best. Binger is so happy..."

The figure slid out of the door like a fish, and only laughter came from the half-open window: "Miaojiang woman tried her best to make gills all her life, but she didn't know that there will always be only one most useful gill, haha..."

Thousand wings, I, Xia Yubing, will not only occupy your body, but also occupy your heart one day!

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The wind blows from the open door.

The door squeaked and swayed, adding to the silence.

Thousands of wings stood on the ground and suddenly stepped to the door.

The branches and leaves are dense, and you can only see a little moonlight. However, you can believe that tonight, it must be cloudless and shining everywhere.

Wenwen, are you also watching the moonlight?

This should have been the first Mid-Autumn Festival together. I have quietly buried the altar of seven Yin wine under the osmanthus tree in the south courtyard... I'm still thinking that every year we will bury an altar until the second Mid-Autumn Festival...

Unfortunate, I didn't have a chance to tell you.

Wenwen, where the hell are you?

Once, you frowned for the prince named Azi. At that time, I thought that if one day I suddenly disappeared, or... would you also be too sad to eat for me and didn't want to see anyone?

Wenwen, are you also looking for me?

Wenwen, I did something wrong. I once swore to you... In my whole life, I will only love you, as long as you are one, I will never change! If you violate this, let me... lose you forever!

But I actually...

Is this God's punishment?

But I don't want to, I don't want to!

He clenched his teeth and tried to look at the moonlight broken by the branches and leaves...

Wenwen, the moon is very round and beautiful. If you are also looking at the moonlight, will we also spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together? Are you thinking about me? You...

No, don't think about it, I am now...

His hand is still wandering on another woman, and his lips are still leaving a mark on another woman. On his body, there is also a fragrance that belongs to another woman, as if it penetrates into the texture, and the smell of love, permeates the night, like a shadow, lingering.

He closed his eyes and pointed deep into the door frame.

The blood oozes out little by little, winding slowly.

He suddenly looked up and roared.

Like a hurricane, the branches and leaves are flying and ringing, and the moon is suddenly appear, dazzling and clear.

However, for a moment, the shelter was restored again, and only the roar passed between the valleys and gradually faded away...

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"Clouds, come and comb my hair..."

In the autumn water, Qianyu Mo wore long hair and sat in front of the mirror, looking leisurely and lazy.

"You..."

Luo Wener's slender eyebrows were about to get angry. However, she squeezed her lips, slowly walked to the table and picked up the ivory comb.

"Why are you so obedient today? Did the sun come out in the west?

Luo Wener didn't raise her eyes, but just combed the water-like green silk: "Actually, I think you are still very good to me..."

She didn't see that the smile in the mirror was stagnant, but a trace of softness slowly spread in the corners of her lips.

Yes, he is very good to her. No matter what the purpose is, after all, she was rescued from the heavenly prison; although it was a trick on her, it also avoided the court's wantedness; every time she was asked to pay back the money, and she also plundered her property for various reasons, but she lived here for so long, she was never harsh every day, and she supplemented on time, and even let Wanbing Wanqing forced her to make up; she was very ill and asked a doctor to take care of her in person. She had a request and also helped her do it, although she also knew that the Wing King's Mansion was not a place for ordinary people to enter and leave without authorization; and this time, if he hadn't appeared in time...

She lowered her eyes, and before that, she lost his fan and knocked him to the ground, but he didn't care about the past...

Even if she owes him money, there is no need to do her best.

and last night...

Although he returned home from time to time, no matter how late it was, he never spent the night in the house, but last night...

Maybe we talked too late last night. Don't worry about this, but he really can't be regarded as a bad person, she thought.

"How do you want to comb?"

"It's up to you."

Qian Yumo leaned against the back of the chair with a smile.

In fact, Luo Wen'er is not very good at combing her hair. Her own hair is just the simplest bun, and she doesn't seem to take care of her hair very much on weekdays. Either she looses naturally, or simply takes a hairband at the end of her hair, which is more formally tied up with a hairpin or crown. But it's rare, and I probably can't bear to hide such beautiful hair.

At present, the green silk is in her hand, slippery | moist as water. She can't help but play with it. Unexpectedly, she remembered Jia Baoyu's hair style in the latest version of A Dream of Red Mansions.

"Can I help you comb a hairstyle that no one has ever seen before?"

"It's up to you..." He smiled warmly.

So, when Wanyu Wanjie came in with the tray, she saw such a scene...

The prince's head was densely tied with a pile of small braids, and because Luo Wen'er was still struggling, those small braids that could not return for the time being were stunned, and the ends were hanging, which looked strange.

The prince could not be used to laugh, but the two of them suffered internal injuries directly.

Hu Lun stepped into the door and planned to remind his master that if he didn't go back to the palace, he would go down.

As soon as you raise your eyes, you immediately get out.

Qian Yumo was as if nothing had happened. Even if he saw that he was miserable in the mirror, he still let Luo Wener play with him.

It was easy for Luo Wen'er to put all the braids together to get the gold copper buckle on the case.

As he bent down, Qian Yumo's eyes seemed to inadvertently brush her neck... The dripping wound strangled out of the rope had calmed into a faint mark.

The corners of the lips are slightly hooked.

However, with a twitch, the copper buckle clamped a wisp of his hair mercilessly.

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Hu Lun finally adjusted his mood and entered the door again, but the master had begun to eat, and Luo Wener also sat at the table.

This woman regardless of superiority and inferiority!

He wanted to scold, but the master warned him not to be smart. He had just made a mistake yesterday, and now the master's mind...

He hung his hand and stood by the door, looking at the rising sun.

I'm afraid I can't get on today's morning.

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"Clouds..."

Luo Wener turned around and saw something fall into her arms.

Picked up, it is a small piece of silver.

She looked at Qian Yumo with some suspicion, but saw him smile and said, "I'll reward you."

Then he pointed to his hair.

Her craftsmanship... is really not good. Mo Xi's head now looks strange, like a large grenade.

She lowered her head, pinched the little silver, and said to herself, "It's better not be so troublesome, anyway..."

Anyway, it won't be long before you take it back.

Qian Yumo seemed to have made clear her mind and smiled: "You exist first, and then give it to me."

Luo Wener was still fantasizing. She thought that the iron rooster had finally grown hair, but she didn't expect that the abacus was still fine.

It exists here, it exists here... Am I a piggy bank? Will we still break the jar with violence?

A little gratitude and good impression that sprouted easily disappeared in an instant.

She frowned: "What I told you yesterday... I've figured it out."

Hu Lun immediately raised his ears... What's the matter? Could it be...

"I'm going to cook in the kitchen..."

Cooking?

Hu Lun didn't react for a moment.

But listen to the master say, "Okay..."

Hu Lun understood and suddenly became anxious... In case she was sent by someone, in case she had a bad heart, wouldn't it be... The kitchen is heavy!

For a moment, she felt suspicious from head to toe. Even yesterday's thrill may have been arranged by her.

But when the master's eyes flashed, he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only squeeze his fist and worry.

"It's just that everything I do needs to be tested. Although I agree with you now, I still have to ask them whether they agree or not..."

Hu Lun's eyes immediately lighted and he was ready to vote against it.

"Well, it's up to you to make tonight's meal. I have something to go out later, and I'll stay in the evening..."

Hu Lun was still complacent, but when he heard that the master said that he would come over for "acceptance" at night, he couldn't help but look at it suspiciously...

Is it acceptance, or... meeting on the basis of an excuse?

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Finally, it is the willows on the moon, and it is about dusk.

Hu Lun followed Qian Yumo and stepped into the dark door.

Entering the Pufang Hall, I saw eight flowers standing neatly at the table, but the table was empty.

"Where are the clouds?" Qian Yumo closed the fan and glanced at it.

Wanbing came forward, bent her knees and smiled, "Miss Luo said that this meal must be done by yourself. In this way, she really passed the test to satisfy everyone.

The corners of Qian Yumo's lips were hooked with a smile.

Hu Lun didn't think so and stared at Wanbing fiercely.

No wonder, they don't know the real identity of the master, so they don't have that alert, but Luo Wener is left alone in the kitchen. Who knows if she will put something in?