That's what she gave him in the first place!

She thought he had lost it a long time ago.

Obviously, he hated himself so much at that time, and he wanted to peel her and cramp her.

But in the end, I still didn't throw away what I sent.

"Samuel."

Tan Sang rarely called his full name seriously, the man lowered his head, his chin against the corner of her forehead, and his side face was handsome.

He whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

Tan Sang lowered the strange look in his eyes and showed a little smile: "I heard that Oriental people like to make peace knots,"

The man looked at Tan Sang with a little interest.

How? Want to do it for Lone?

Then the little girl mercilessly extinguished all his illusions.

"You can make one for me!"

The tone is quite cheerful, and it is happy to see.

The man's eyes were dull, and he was a little displeased.

"Although I forgive you, but you will always have to pay the price."

The implication is to make that peace knot yourself.

Get him one.

When Tan Sang heard it, she agreed quickly, as for her heartbeat, it was none of her business.

Samuel only thinks that she wants to prove that she also likes him a little now.

Back in the castle, Tan Sang didn't tell him after all.

According to the rules of the East, the hearts of the two of them are integrated into the concentric knot, and they can bless the world for a long time.

And the peace knot she spoke of was nothing but a concentric knot.

Tan Sang, who promised the man, seems to have become very obedient and is making concentric knots every day.

But Tan Sang is a novice, and he has been working on that thing for three or four days in a row, and he still can't figure out the connection and knot.

The red threads in his hand were mixed together chaotically, and at first glance they looked miserable.

Later, the cold man looked at the mass in Tan Sang's hand, as if he had been gnawed by a dog, it was too ugly.

After so many days, I came up with such a.

Then the strange concentric knot was gone, and when it came back to her hand, every place was beautiful and exquisite.

Tan Sao picked it up, and his fingers touched it, as if he could see Samuel's cold face and make that concentric knot little by little.

Compared with the woman's craftsmanship, there is a little more toughness under his hands.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Why is her little slave so cute?

Tan Sang picked up the dragon's hair that he had put away before.

She was clamoring for a cut of his hair, but this person was unwilling, and he made a lot of trouble.

What pretends to be crooked to cut his hair, and what secretly cuts his hair while he sleeps.

But I didn't get it.

In the end, for some reason, there was an extra strand of hair in front of her desk.

Tan Sang fused his own hair and the man's hair into a concentric knot, and if someone broke it with magic, they would see the hair inside.

Tan Sang made magic a little difficult, and almost exhausted his magical spiritual power.

Tan Sang, who had done everything, put the concentric knot on the table and fell asleep.

The night was silent, the night was deep, as if it was closed by darkness.

A figure flashed.

Holding the red concentric knot in his hand, his tone was a little more complicated: "Sure enough, it's this waste dragon, and it is really a shame to start making such a thing." ”

It's actually quite funny, and it's quite complicated to think about.

A dead bastard actually believed in the Oriental one, hoping that they would have a heart-to-heart connection with each other for a long time.

It's ridiculous.

And this woman is also a good means, but she didn't kill Samuel's poor dragon.

This time, though, he had to make it clear to the waste dragon where he was.

The next moment the figure disappeared without a trace.

As if it had never been there.

……

Tan Sang pinched the concentric knot and thought that the idea of the dragon was really funny.

Done everything yourself.

also deliberately let others think that she is working hard and hard.

It's to make other people feel like she likes him very much.

How could there be such a naïve idea?