Chapter 764, Poetry-like Romance, Love Purple Thunder Valley

"Laugh at you and I'm in vain

Love to compete for the beauty of mirror flowers

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Afraid that luck will pass away in a blink of an eye

Fascinated by greed, anger and anger"

Zhu Peng plays the piano with both hands, Zhong Ling dances in white, and the melodious singing voice spread inside and outside the simple garden. Even the wind and grass are fascinated by it.

"I'm too greedy for you

It's too beautiful for all living beings in the earth

Repenting the old days and sticking to the oath

Fascinated by sadness and joy and jealousy"

Zhong Ling rotated the song happily under the accompaniment of Zhu Peng. She never thought that he could play such a good piano sound when he put down his sword.

He didn't expect that the innocent and beautiful girl in front of him was so dazzling and beautiful when she sang and danced to his heart's content.

The fragrance is permeated, and the people are charming and soft. Zhu Peng's hands are slender and powerful. When holding the sword, he holds it steadily and keenly. At this time, he can also chase the rhythm of Zhong Ling. One person, one piano, one movement and one quiet, but it is unparalleled, and the rhythm is natural. It was the lightning mink lying on one side who was intoxicated with the beauty at this time. They put down their usual vigilance and let the cat's instincts prevail. They lay lazily on the side of the fire and gradually narrowed their eyelids.

Finally, he even turned over and showed the gray-white belly, which was so boring and indulgent.

"Ah, I can't bear to give up the brilliant world

Ah, I can't avoid the satisfaction of infatuation

Ah, I can't find a substitute for the hue

Ah, I can't understand this problem all my life

Swallowing the wind, kissing the rain and burying the sunset without hesitation

There is no despair to bully the mountains and the sea

The flowers fold the wine to make the world crazy"

Just as the song gradually entered the highest level, the rhythm of the piano in Zhu Peng's hand suddenly couldn't keep up. Zhong Ling's singing and dance have been perfectly integrated with Zhu Peng's piano sound. At this moment, Zhu Peng's side suddenly turned straight down, and Zhong Ling, who was addicted to it for a while and had never escaped, exclaimed.

However, people circled and flew like butterflies, and finally fell into Zhu Peng's arms with a confused but beautiful posture. It was really like a beautiful white butterfly that fell into the cobweb in indulgent dance.

"Don't sing, stop dancing, it's as beautiful as you, but it really scares me..."

One hand gently stroked Zhong Ling's side face and said the words that would be afraid, but Zhu Peng's eyes were full of intoxication. The warbler sang and danced, the beauty was kind, the white clothes were like snow, and the red silk was not as beautiful as yours.

No one can say that he is only attracted to one person in his life. At least at this moment, Zhu Peng has forgotten a lot. Only under the heartbeat, he holds the person in his arms tightly and feels the closeness between his skin.

Staring at her beautiful black and white eyes, I couldn't help kissing her lips.

He wanted to kiss, but he didn't dare to kiss. His ambition burned in his chest. His hands were born to hold the sword. His subordinates were still waiting for him to go back, and even there were countless beauties in his harem. If he wanted to, what about 30,000 beautiful women to give up all this for a beauty?

How unwise.

She smiled gently, and her beautiful black-and-white eyes looked at him, as if she couldn't understand, and she looked at him clearly.

She really likes this boy. Who can not like him? Young and handsome, handsome, considerate and gentle can tolerate all your waywardness in romantic times. Such a man can't be liked very much.

So she slapped him twice and looked at his stiff appearance, but smiled mischievously like the sister next door. She smiled with beautiful tears: "I know you love me, but you dare not really love me... But it doesn't matter. I really like you so much."

A lot of likes mean a little love,

And a little love means a lot of likes. Do you want me not to feel guilty in this way? But why do I feel that it hurts three times more?

Zhong Ling grabbed Zhu Peng's clothes and got up little by little. She clumsily wanted to put her red lips on the lips she liked. She didn't know why she did this, but she knew that doing so would save Zhu Peng from many "responsibility".

"How disgusting he is.

Let a girl who likes you give everything for you, but you..."

The momentary inner torture almost broke Zhu Peng's mood. Zhong Ling's sweet red lips were imprinted on the man's lips, but Zhu Peng cried almost for the first time in his life. Because it is the girl's initiative, the man does not have to take responsibility and remove all the uncleanness. In terms of "love", what a fucking cowardice it is.

"At least once in a lifetime, you should forget yourself for someone.

No results, no peers, no once owned,

I don't even ask you to love me. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years. At that time, in that deep kiss, Zhu Peng took on everything.

Ambition, practice, infinite ambition and ambition to dominate the world, the pressure on the shoulders, the life and death of hundreds of millions of people are all wiped out at this moment.

At this moment, Zhu Peng's chest was filled with an unknown thing, which made him almost breathless.

At this moment, at least at this moment.

She is the only one in his eyes.

The overnight intoxication is not the fusion of love, desire and yang. It's just that they caress each other and hug each other, and they already feel endless warmth and love. His (her) lips are sweet, her (her) body is so warm, and he (she) is so beautiful. With a gentle sniff, she and he can taste the touch.

At least at this time, they are unwilling to let anything impure be stained with pure love at this moment.

"I know, you told me that you have many wives. I like you. I'm afraid I can only make small ones for you. You won't bully me in the future, will you?

Dad said that the more beautiful a man is, the worse he will be. There is no better-looking man than you, and there should be no worse than you, right?

The clothes were scattered in Zhu Peng's arms. Zhong Ling pouted his fragrant little mouth and poked Zhu Peng's chest angrily.

She likes him, and she also vaguely knows how much a woman will suffer when she falls in love with a man who doesn't love her.

"Maybe I have loved many women, but only two women have made me laugh brightly and cry sadly.

When I love those wives and concubines, I should all smile brightly, but I don't understand who gives me the most brilliantly.

Cry, but only because two people have cried.

One is my wife, and a gentle woman like water.

One is you, Linger, marry me. Except for the teacher, I can divorce all the concubines for you.

At this moment, it's you who makes me laugh brightly, and it's you who makes me cry in pain.

The lips are close, and the love is determined to be Purple Thunder Valley.

Author's words: http://book.zongheng.com/book/166149.html 2012 Doomsday Fairy is the first published vertically and horizontally. Thank you for your great support. In addition, big man, cute! Milk, the same sentence, if a girl doesn't sleep, how can she sleep in the world?

In addition, today's chapter is written by Qiankun. If you vomit, I will scold him, and I will scold him at the top.