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It is said that after Sister Ming and her lover Zou Xiang separated, they soon arrived home, opened the hidden courtyard door, passed through with a small body dexterously, and then turned around and locked the door...... Sister Ming's caution flickered: If it weren't for the holy decree---- it would be much easier......

But it was troublesome that the decree came in his absence---- when he was gone.

Sister Ming, Sister Ming, either thinking about Zou Xiang or thinking about the Holy Decree---- brain really hasn't stopped.

Before opening the door, Sister Ming's brain kept fighting.

My parents have gone to bed early, after all, the hotel business still needs to be taken care of.

Sister Ming knew that after her parents rested, she was both relieved and a little disappointed......

The matter between himself and Zou Xiang, his parents have been silently allowing, but the holy decree of the palace is ......

The confused parents actually agreed, hey, the parents actually agreed.

If I had been present at the time of receiving the decree---- then the matter between me and Zou Xiang would have been dispersed......

But it was because I was not there: my parents should give me an explanation ---- the Magic Emperor, but didn't they give me the freedom to retreat with my whole body?

It is because of this wonderful freedom that I can deal with it so botherfully......

Thinking about my father's peerless martial arts, the most important Heart Sutra is: no dust and no dirt, in order to achieve no root and no foundation...... Oops, I think about it too much, I don't want to think about it anymore......

Thinking of this, Sister Ming dozed off.

After hastily cleaning up, Sister Ming turned her head and fell asleep......

The most reassuring place in the world is the quiet boudoir that my parents prepared for me...... Thinking of this, Sister Ming turned over on the comfortable little bed.

If he entered the palace, the Magic Emperor still did not agree to let him take Zou Xiang into the palace......

However, thinking about it the other way around: Sister Ming, Sister Ming, ---- delusional idea that she wants to drag her family into the palace like this, and since ancient times---- she Sister Ming is still the first person......

If you want to do it, be yourself: if you don't let Zou Xiang go, you won't enter the palace!

"Zou Xiang, Zou Xiang---- Sister Ming will definitely take you into the palace!" After Sister Ming made up her mind, she shouted to the ceiling again......

Sister Ming felt a shock to the ceiling, and she couldn't help but be shocked in her heart.

Could it be that there is a god living in this ceiling?, Sister Ming couldn't help but think.

Sleep, sleep, if I don't rest, if the Magic Emperor comes---- how will I fight him?

Sister Ming has made up her mind, and Sister Ming is going to sleep. The person who practices martial arts, drowsy and drowsy, didn't think about it for long, and Sister Ming had already fallen asleep......

But not long after sleeping, Sister Ming had a dream:

In the early hours of the breeze, he entered the palace alone, with the mighty procession of the Magic Emperor......

The parents smiled, seemingly satisfied with their job.

After attacking by himself, he carefully managed the interpersonal relationships around him---- and his life was quite happy and comfortable.

And Zou Xiang and Zou Xiang went to the small bamboo forest where she practiced martial arts every night and washed their faces with tears......

"Sister Ming, Sister Ming!" Zou Xiang was crying and calling his name! Since he was born, people around him have always called him Sister Ming---- because he is good at taking care of people. But the only difference is that among the many friends, only the one named Zou Xiang always takes care of himself and protects himself, and the most special thing is that when he calls Sister Ming, he shouts Sister Ming.

"Zou Xiang, Zou Xiang!" Sister Ming was talking to herself, but she also woke up crying and shouting.

Sister Ming made her dream here, and her heart hurt unexpectedly---- what was going on, as if she had lost something......

A little dream of losing Zou Xiang has already made this little girl in love feel lost......

"Bodhisattva bless, dreams are reversed! Bodhisattva blessed, dreams are reversed! Bodhisattva blessed, dreams are reversed!" Sister Ming prayed for a while, felt a little calmer in her heart, and then thought about it again...... "What kind of magic emperor, who does he want to let into the palace--just make a holy decree to let whoever enters the palace!" Sister Ming grumbled and spoke, and she comforted herself again......

In this annoying human world, which dynasty is not the emperor who has the final say?

"Hey, fortunately, this is the Magic Emperor---- maybe it will be different?" Sister Ming thought about it again.

Thinking of this, Sister Ming didn't want to: Instead of this, it is better to practice my martial arts decisively.

Thinking of this: Sister Ming flew through the wall, she relied on her light skills, and she came to the small bamboo forest ---- a vine empty ......

The sound of crickets chirping in the small bamboo forest is very pleasant, and it is the most suitable for practicing in the dead of night......

Her body nestled horizontally above the small bamboo forest: because she was there. The little bamboos of the entire small bamboo forest are in good spirits to accompany her. This bamboo forest is the same age as Sister Ming: her father said that if there is only one daughter under her knees, Xiao Zhulin is her brother of the same age......

Sister Ming and this lush little bamboo forest are like brothers. When she practiced her martial arts, she always shuttled up and down the small bamboo forest......

At this moment, Sister Ming is lying on her side, listening to the magical bamboo leaves climbing upwards and growing......

In a moment's effort, all the bamboo leaves with Sister Ming's body as the center and a radius of 5 meters reached Sister Ming's back: they stretched out their soft bodies one after another, laying a bed of soft bamboo leaves for Sister Ming.

"Hehe, Sister Ming is smiling happily: It turns out that this is the poetry Tai Chi that my father said is "rootless, dustless, and dirtless"?" Thinking of this, Sister Ming was relieved, and the bamboo leaves within a radius ----of about 5 meters were also growing rapidly......

I saw the second batch of bamboo leaves, like soft futon, like soft bedding, like the soft light above Sister Ming's body......

Just after those bamboo leaves fell down, Sister Ming's heart also settled down---- she fell asleep unconsciously......

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