Merry Christmas

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What mood am I in right now?

The rhythm of the heavens is about to go to heaven, and the IQ is like the network in no man's land, coming and going, not there, just by the will of God.

I love you, my dear!

Dear guys, a safe Christmas Eve, Merry Christmas, and I'll be back soon!

All the best, I'm tired and tired!

Happy Engagement and Merry Christmas!

Take a leave of absence, you still have to wait!

In order not to attract attention, the wolf warriors did not all retreat, Lin Keqing and Zhao Yulong stayed with more than 100 people.

There was a cry outside the tent, and Lin Keqing shook his head and ignored it.

Paying attention to the picture in the computer, it was a cyan flying sword, and a high-definition camera was hanging 100 meters above the ground, which could take aerial photos of the Yangtze River monster at any time according to her thoughts.

Looking at the soft monster churning and surging in the river, she closed her eyes a little irritably.

There was a stack of drawings on the table, and the top one was exactly the same as the monster in the computer.

The monster book left by X Gene Company overlaps with the Yangtze River Monster!

After the explosion of the Jiangnan base, everything was zero, and the insect tide and the potato beast were also turned into ashes, but she knew that as long as she didn't find the nest of the X gene company for a day, the potential danger could not be eliminated for a day.

I was going to take a look at the "treasure map" left by Li Renjie, but I found that the Yangtze River monster was also their work, and occupying the Yangtze River was equivalent to occupying most of China.

She wanted to be fascinated, and Yang Xichun's cello-like voice sounded outside the tent: "Keqing! ā€

Lin Keqing exhaled, condensed into a water mirror, patted his face in the mirror, tidied up his clothes again, and said with a smile after making sure that the image was appropriate: "Come in." ā€

Yang Xi raised the curtain and walked in.

I don't know why, obviously his appearance hasn't changed, but Lin Keqing felt different, she led him to sit down on the chair, poured him a glass of warm water, looked at his somewhat haggard face, and said with concern: "Didn't you sleep well last night?" ā€

Yang Xi smiled bitterly.

In the past two days, only when his spirit was a little relaxed, Yang He wanted to control him, and he didn't even dare to sleep.

He stretched out his hand to take the water glass, Lin Keqing's eyes quickly shuttled on his bruised wrist, and he couldn't help frowning, it was the trace of the immortal rope.

She looked at this handsome face that haunted her but didn't dare to reveal a little thought, and did not hide the worry in her eyes, "Yang Xi, do you have anything to say to me." ā€

Yang Xi's heart trembled when he came into contact with her concerned eyes.

It's too much of a resemblance.

She and Xiao Wanrou are four points alike, but these eyes are exactly the same, he doesn't dare to look more, that will make him think that she is the person he misses.

At this time, he was so blessed that he saw the deep affection in her eyes, and couldn't help but spit out two dream-like words: "Wan'er." ā€

Lin Keqing's eyes moved, he didn't dodge, and looked directly into his eyes.

She suddenly felt an impulse, and her heart felt like a fire was burning.

Tell him, tell him everything.

Life is short and fate is impermanent, even if she doesn't pull him into the whirlpool of the Lin family, he can't avoid the melting pot of the end times.

Instead of wasting time and being careful, it is better to love vigorously.

Having experienced the end times twice, she feared more than anyone else.

As the spiritual leader of the wolf warrior, she maintains a strong posture at all times, and only when she sees him can she truly relax.

She's so tired.

I want to be like before, hungry, don't want to do my homework, feel unwell, as long as I'm tired of him, I can think about nothing.

The words of a thousand words came to his lips, but his eyes suddenly darkened.

Yang Xi's palm with a faint smell of herbs blocked her radiant eyes, and the corners of her eyes were shining, and she said, "I'm sorry, Keqing." Please don't look at me like that. ā€

Lin Keqing didn't move, just blinked his eyes slightly, and his long curly eyelashes rubbed lightly in his palm like two feathers.

It's like rubbing his head against him when he used to be coquettish.

Yang Xi's palm was hot, and the heat was transmitted to the bottom of his heart, as if something was fermenting, his hand trembled lightly, and he said almost pleadingly, "...... I can't control myself. ā€

Lin Keqing reached out and grabbed his hand tightly, and said firmly: "I don't mind, you can treat me as her." ā€

Yang Xi's pupils tightened and he looked at her in disbelief.

Lin Keqing's face burned red, her delicate and flawless face was as bright as a peach and plum, her beautiful eyes were like spring water, and the tips of her ears were red and shiny, looking green and cute.

For a while, he didn't know what to say, but he just grabbed Yang Xi's slender and powerful hand.

Yang Xi was embarrassed, and gently twitched his hand, but found that he didn't move, and his face suddenly turned red.

Lin Keqing was so nervous that she felt like a female hooligan, the tip of her pink tongue licked her lips gently like a cat, took out the courage to fight monsters for the first time, took a deep breath, and said, "Yang Xi, I like you." ā€

Yang Xi admits that he is not an amorous person, and he has never thought about who he will be emotionally attached to except Xiao Wanrou.

When they were in Jiangnan Hospital, they got along day and night, tacitly and harmoniously, and they didn't have the slightest charming thoughts, sometimes he felt that Lin Keqing had extraordinary trust and friendliness towards him, and he only regarded it as a deep sisterhood between her and Xiao Wanrou.

In the face of this sudden confession, he was a little at a loss.

"Yang Xi, I like you!" Lin Keqing repeated it again, his bright eyes were as bright as stars, and Yang Xi swept like a fire general.

Time goes back to when they were thirteen.

Xiao Wanrou was treated coldly by her family, but she gained the warmth of the world from Yang Xi.

When they were ignorant teenagers, the two were intimately accompanied, but they didn't know what love was, until Dong Qinqin handed Yang Xi the first love letter.

When she saw the pink envelope, she knew what was inside.

Fei pulled him to watch together.

The first sentence above is this one.

Thinking about it now, Lin Keqing feels that the most ferocious thing he did at the age of thirteen was to snatch the love letter and read Dong Qinqin's painstaking work aloud, but in the end he replaced the person who paid the money with himself.

The sunset on the West Lake that day was just right, the dusk of spring was beautiful and intoxicating, she was in love, understood her heart, and said to him: "Yang Xi, I like you!" ā€

At the beginning of the two people, she confessed first.

The tip of Yang Xi's nose seemed to smell the willow-scented wind, and fine sweat flowed.

The two of them clasped hands, their palms were damp, but the air was so dry that their throats were tight.

Reason told him that he should withdraw his hand and then politely refuse, but looking at Lin Keqing's expectant eyes, he couldn't say anything about refusal.

She pursed her lips lightly and laughed, revealing her white teeth, her eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, like a child who had received a gift from Xinyi.

Lin Keqing is cold.

In the face of Zhao Yulong, Cheng Wen often smiles, it is the trust between partners, and she can be regarded as loving or even spoiling for strictness, and it is a strengthened version for Xiao Ze.

Such a unique pure smile will only bloom completely when facing Yang Xi, it is wholehearted dependence and joy, and there is a love that cannot be missed.

Yang Xi felt as if she was entangled in the love thread in her eyes, her brain was chaotic, and she didn't know what to do.

At this time, Yang He took advantage of the weakness to enter, he instantly sobered up, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he withdrew his hand with a "sigh".

The heat on Lin Keqing's face suddenly faded.

She had just cast a charm spell on him, guiding her to connect herself with Xiao Wanrou, but she didn't expect him to be so defensive of her.

The courage that I finally mustered up was like a bubble that had been punctured, leaving only a pale and fragile patch.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they had returned to normal, and there was no trace of affection in her eyes, if it weren't for the fragrance of her in her hands, Yang Xi thought it was just an illusion just now, his palms were empty, and he suddenly felt that he had lost something extremely important.

"Keqing ......"

Lin Keqing's heart was bloody, but he smiled indifferently on his face, and said, "You are right, emotional things can't be forced, I've been too tired lately." Hopefully it doesn't bother you. ā€

Yang He deliberately made trouble, and Yang Xi had a splitting headache.

These days, he has developed antibodies to this inhuman torture, and he can remain silent as if he was dead, he hurriedly said "I'm sorry", and then ran out of the camp as if fleeing for his life.

Lin Keqing couldn't support it anymore, sat down on the chair dejectedly, covered his face with his hands, and then took it away, without a trace of expression on his face, as if the disappointment and embarrassment just now had dissipated with the wind.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the bronze lock in the pocket vibrated violently, and the blue arc "zizi" bounced.

Inside the bronze lock, the gold was brilliant, and Qin Lang fell to the ground, shrouded in a thunderbolt.

Ozawa walked around with his hands on his back.

After making sure that there was no danger here, he grew bolder.

He "pedaled" and ran in front of Meng Yue, looking at the real Iron Man with glowing eyes.

Meng Yue was like a puppeteer, motionless.

"General Meng!" Ozawa called him.

Meng Yue's eyes moved.

Ozawa saw that the armor on his body was dull and the patterns were ancient, combined with the everlasting lamps that did not come from the wall, he knew that this was an ancient tomb like Xiao Qingshan, but Xiao Qingshan was a zombie, and this was a living corpse.

He touched the Qinglong pendant on his neck to make sure that he had enough energy, and then regained his courage and said, "General Meng, can you tell me what is the relationship between the original owner here and my father?" ā€

Meng Yue's throat moved, making a strange "cooing" sound, as if he wanted to speak, but was blocked by something.

Ozawa rolled his eyes, raised his hand, held a QQ star in his palm, and smiled sweetly: "Haven't you spoken for a long time, drink this to moisten your throat, right?" ā€

Meng Yue stared at the milk.

Ozawa tore open the wrapper of the straw, inserted the straw into the hole in the tin foil, held it high, and said, "Just suck one and you'll know, you must have never drunk it." ā€

Meng Yue exhaled "hehe", saluted straight, and slowly raised his hand to take the milk.

Ozawa took out another one, inserted a straw and sucked it hard, and said, "That's it." ā€

Meng Yue looked at the straw in embarrassment, carefully smacked it to the dark red lips, and sucked it gently, the sweet milk with a hint of coldness flowed from the mouth into the throat, just as the dry machinery re-soaked the oil and became moisturized.

"Is it good?" Ozawa asked with a smile.

Meng Yue is a living dead, he can't taste much at all, but he can feel the delicate and gentle milk, his dry cheeks twitch slightly, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he can barely be regarded as a smile.

He quickly drank a bottle of milk, recovered a lot, and respectfully clasped his fists and saluted, "The last general Meng Yue will meet the little boy!" ā€

Ozawa learned from his father's appearance just now, raised his hand angrily, and said, "No courtesy." Then he regained the liveliness of a child, and said curiously, "You haven't answered my question yet." ā€

His words, Meng Yue could only half-listen and half-guess, and only said after a while: "This is the tomb of the First Emperor, the owner is the First Emperor of Qin, the ancestor of the little prince!" ā€

Ozawa knew Qin Shi Huang.

A few months ago, he also went to see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and knew that Qin Shi Huang was one of the greatest emperors who unified China.

I didn't expect it to be my ancestor.

He was a little confused, whether Qin Shi Huang was an ancestor or Fairy Lin was an ancestor.

However, at this time, in his eyes, there was only this majestic armor.

I want it so much.

He looked enviously at the rows of soldiers with serious expressions.

When Meng Yue saw his bright eyes, he was mistaken, thinking that he was interested in their formation, so he muttered a few words of Qin language in his mouth.

"Ahh

The living dead throughout the hall woke up.

Played the standard military gymnasium!

Ozawa jumped to his feet with excitement, eager to take a few photos with the camera, but he didn't.

First, I went to many history museums before, and my mother said not to take pictures.

The second is that he is in the fairy jade space, and he never takes the initiative to take pictures in order to avoid exposure space.

A set of punches is majestic and imposing.

Ozawa looked at it, and suddenly a vague ironclad phantom appeared in front of him, the martial arts were peculiar, every step had an earth-shattering feeling, every step, the earth shook, the wind and clouds were in love, and it was powerful and fascinating.

"That's amazing!"

Ozawa looked at it, and suddenly a vague ironclad phantom appeared in front of him, the martial arts were peculiar, every step had an earth-shattering feeling, every step, the earth shook, the wind and clouds were in love, and it was powerful and fascinating.

The living dead throughout the hall woke up.

Played the standard military gymnasium!

Ozawa jumped to his feet with excitement, eager to take a few photos with the camera, but he didn't.

First, I went to many history museums before, and my mother said not to take pictures.

The second is that he is in the fairy jade space, and he never takes the initiative to take pictures in order to avoid exposure space.

A set of punches is majestic and imposing.

Ozawa looked at it, and suddenly a vague ironclad phantom appeared in front of him, the martial arts were peculiar, every step had an earth-shattering feeling, every step, the earth shook, the wind and clouds were in love, and it was powerful and fascinating.

"That's amazing!"

o(n_n)o, today's update, finally a little bit up to speed.

*To be continued...... (To be continued.) )