Ling Youyou's sleeping Zhengxiang was dreaming of waking up and not remembering, when she suddenly felt her neck tighten, and her breathing became unsmooth. Pain awakened pain, she remembered something in a trance, and the heart-rending pain came like a tidal wave, engulfing her in an instant.

She vaguely saw herself standing in the abyss, looking in one direction, where there seemed to be a person. A person who made her unforgettable. He was fading, dissolving, far away from her, far away from her life.

Don't, don't, don't go.

She screamed in pain, angry at her powerlessness. She was going to hold him, hold on to him, and never let go. Whether it is a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, even if it is going to be a catastrophe and ashes, she will never let go.

"Hao, don't go."

Why leave her, how to keep him.

"Hao hurts"

The piercing pain swept in, and she wanted to die and die together, so that the pain of death would not come back to haunt her. It's so tiring to be alive.

Zi Chen's fingers stopped contracting, and his body seemed to be frozen. What is she calling Hao is his name, and no one has called her for many years. Almost no one in this world knows his real name. How did she know. Is it herself who she calls in her sleep? She was so painful, so uncomfortable, as if she was willing to die, what happened

What have they experienced, in their previous life or in another time and space, there is also a person named Hao who has formed a fate with her.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, as if they were not tears, but two rivers. She cried, so sadly that it broke his heart and made his whole body ache.

The fatal hand turned into a caressing, how could he be ruthless with such a sad woman. Even if she is his calamity, it is not her fault, if you have to find someone to blame, then it is fate to blame. Every living being, whether it is a mortal or an immortal who has ascended through the catastrophe, cannot escape the arrangement of fate. How could he be opportunistic?

The heart is wiped away to the tears rolling down the sideburns, so hot. Her tears were so burning, they were tears from the heart, and only when the pain was too deep would the heart hurt like this.

What she had been through, such pain made his heart ache too.

Can you stop crying, whatever it is, it's already over. At this moment, it's good to let him take care of her in this life and this life.

The suffocating feeling of "where are you" faded and was replaced by a warm feeling, as if someone was caressing her heart and calming her soul in deep pain. Whoever is so gentle to her, is he?

She reached out to hold the force that calmed her.

Zi Chen's arm was hugged, hugged tightly, she put her face close to his arm, and smiled softly.

Zi Chen's heart seemed to fall into a warm cloud in an instant, where did such a familiar feeling come from. Once he hugged her, once she snuggled up to herself.

The blurry images came to mind again, and one scene after another flashed, but none of them could be clearly distinguished. Is this his memory, how can the memory he has never had appear in his mind Zheng is it caused by eating Jinxia's love wine, but love wine can make people obsessed with a person, but it is impossible to forcibly infuse people with memories that he does not have. So what the hell are these memories going on

Zi Chen frowned in pain, wanting to pull her arm back, but found that the girl was holding her very tightly, and she was reluctant to leave.

Even if there was nothing between him and her before, from now on, it can't be without a relationship. He didn't have the determination to kill her, so he could only bravely face all the unknowns. So let's do it, everything in the world pays attention to going with the flow, and so is the calamity, if you can't hide, you can catch it.

He has lived for 10,000 years, how can he not see through this.

Sighing softly, "What should I do to you" He can ignore the worldly point of view, what makes him unrelieved is that she once had other men. Who is that man

The thought of someone taking the lead made him feel like a hundred cats in his heart. He admits that he is not a generous person, and that what he believes must not be touched by others. Now there is the most precious person in his life, the person he cares about the most, but he is preempted by others.

Zichen was very entangled, on the one hand, she was reluctant to hurt, on the other hand, she was unwilling to let go, and on the other hand, she was still worried about her past. He has been free and easy for so long, it turns out that he has not met anyone or anything that can make him angry.

"Ling Youyou" just reciting her name can make his heart surge with uncontrollable enthusiasm, if he doesn't dare to imagine, if he owns her completely, what will happen to him.

The sad past, the dream tends to be calm, the rain just now hit the pear blossoms, has turned into a sweet cat, the delicate face is smiling, and the occasional squirming cherry lips are ruddy and very delicious.

Zi Chen leaned over again, slowly approaching, the smell was even more charming, his fiery throat needed to be moistened by water, and now what could moisten his throat was the luring fruit in front of him, so he wanted to swallow it in one bite.

It's just that he talks in other people's sleep, it's too ungentlemanly. Although he doesn't care about the good name of a gentleman at all, what he wants is to be happy with each other, not wishful thinking.

As soon as you close your eyes, the night passes, and when you open your eyes, a new one begins again.

Ling Youyou stretched her limbs, well, this white jade bed was full of aura, she felt that her whole body was full of aura, and she had strength all over her body after sleeping all night. There was still a faint scent of grass in the air, as if it was the smell of Zi Chen. But this is his home, and it's normal to smell of him everywhere.

Turning over and jumping up, out of the door, it was sunny, the white clouds were fluttering, the air was fresh, and the morning sun was shining obliquely on the body, slightly warm. A good one starts with the first breath of fresh air.

There is not a single living creature in the courtyard, and the living creatures who want to find a word are not Ying Zichen Yuanjun for so many years, so don't you have something to communicate at home.

Walked out of the gate, looked left and right, and felt deeply sad for the strongest master in the world. In front of other people's houses, there are either mountain springs and flowing water, or flowers are blooming. His house is good, a prairie, empty and without cherry blossoms

Is he lazy or lazy?

But it's good to be lazy, the prairie has a more appetite for her, at least in this visible place, she will not be lost.

Hey, don't you blush when you say that? I don't know who stood in this prairie yesterday, couldn't see the door, and went to the back mountain in a daze.

Although the grassland is very good, it is too monotonous, and it would be nice to be able to decorate some beautiful flowers. Thinking of this, Ling Youyou raised his hand lightly, and after a spiritual light, dotted flowers appeared on the green grass, with complete colors, great unity, and uniform distribution.

Ling Youyou was more satisfied with his creativity, touching the beard that would never grow, "Hehe, it looks much better." ”

The green grass is beautiful and hairy, it is so green that it has changed flowers, have you considered the wishes of the grass,,,

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