Ah Lang looked at the sky that was about to brighten, turned around and walked into Qianyu's boudoir, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Qianyu, Meng'er, Qingqing, Fei'er, Mo Wuya, Bing Lingjie, Qi'er, and seven people, staring at him. I couldn't help but feel a chill on my back, and I was sweating a little on my forehead.

"Seven wives, don't you rest early, why are you all standing here, waiting for your husband?"

"Langlang, come, Sister Meng'er loves you the most, although your sister has never called me, but there are a lot of adults, and I don't care about these trivial things with you. Meng'er walked over with a smile, took Ah Lang's arm, and pulled him to sit at the head of the bed.

Ah Lang smiled and praised Meng'er for being sensible and well-behaved, but suddenly his ears tightened, and he was already held in Meng'er's hands.

"Lang Lang, you give seven of our sisters first, and talk about the demon princess Yu Jingting, what is the situation, what is the matter? You have to be detailed, word by word, slowly, without the slightest concealment, to deceive our sisters, otherwise, your ears will not be able to protect! You have to think clearly, think clearly, and then speak!" Meng'er changed her face in an instant, and said with a straight face.

Ah Lang hurriedly persuaded him with good words and persuaded in every possible way before Meng'er let go of the hand that was holding his ears, and then 1510, in detail and detail, he told Qianyu and others about what he knew about the princess of the demon world, what he talked about, and everything. The seven of them listened obsessively and obsessively, and sat on the bed one by one, surrounded Ah Lang in the middle like a moon, and listened to all his words calmly.

It wasn't until dawn that Ah Lang finished speaking, and the seven people still looked at Ah Lang with unfinished thinking, without the slightest intention of leaving, and did not speak.

"I'm done, it's already dark, let's meet grandpa and grandma, daddy, mother!" Ah Lang looked at Qidao.

"Sisters, Xiaofujun is becoming more and more capable, talking with the princess of the demon world for a day and two nights, he will be relieved to capture people, now just wait for a suitable and appropriate opportunity, put it into practical action, and take people down. Amazing, amazing!" Fei Er clapped her hands and laughed.

"Sister Fei'er is reasonable, Langlang is the best at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be cool and handsome! The princess of the demon world must be fascinated by Xiaofujun, and she is confused, and she can't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest. You see that Qi'er is a living example, curing the stubborn illness of a little girl, and then the waves are flirting, won't this be brought back to the palace, alas...... Who made our family Langlang handsome and free, and attracted women to be pinched! It's just a big deal to have one more sister, I'll be reluctant to make it difficult, and I'll make do with it!" Meng'er sighed and shook her head again and again.

Fei'er, Meng'er, as soon as you two say something in harmony, you are obviously resentful, and you are full of vinegar! Husband, this is also an expedient measure, for the sake of the common people in the world, I really didn't like the princess of the demon world at all!" Ah Lang looked at the extremely unfriendly eyes of the seven wives, and hurriedly said.

"Hey, hey, what a good one has made this decision for the sake of the common people in the world! What else can our sisters say? You may not really have a crush on the princess of the demon world, but if the princess of the demon world falls in love with you, what will you do with you?" Meng'er squinted.

"The husband will definitely be awe-inspiring, righteous and righteous, know with affection, and move with reason to persuade the princess of the demon world. If it really doesn't make sense, then ...... The husband will be done, will be done, and will make up...... Let's make up for her, take her, isn't this just the right time to find a talking partner for your sisters!" Ah Lang said with a smile.

"Sisters, look, before these three sentences are finished, Ah Lang's big silver wolf tail is undoubtedly revealed. In the future, he didn't dare to let Xiao Yu'er follow him, Xiao Yu'er was only seven years old and dreamed of growing up and marrying a thousand wives, all of whom learned from Ah Lang. Near Zhu is red, close to ink is black, the wise saying, the ancients did not deceive me!" Qi'er also laughed on the side, teasing Ah Lang narrowly.

Mo Wuya, Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, Fei'er, Meng'er, Qingqing, they couldn't help but laugh, and they all burst into laughter......

Qi'er also leaned back and fell back with laughter, panting......

Ah Lang looked at the seven people, rubbed his hands awkwardly, and laughed with a smile......

"Lang Lang, take out the unique "Konjac Charm Tea" in the Demon Realm and let our sisters taste it!" Bing Lingjie looked at Ah Lang and said with a smile.

After Ah Lang listened to Bing Lingjie's words, he hurriedly took out the "Konjac Charm Tea" from his arms, and then waved his hand, gathered the qi into a pot and seven cups, pinched a small pinch of "Konjac Charm Tea" and put it into the pot, and then poured it into the heavenly pulp liquid, and heated and grilled it with a colorful electric current below......

After a while, a refreshing and faint aroma of tea instantly permeated the entire room......

Ah Lang poured a cup of tea for Qianyu, Meng'er, Qingqing, Fei'er, Mo Wuya, Bing Lingjie, and Qi'er, and put it in front of them. The seven people immediately picked up the teacup, put it to their mouths, sniffed it gently, then took a small sip of tea, closed their eyes and pondered, and then took the teacup and drank it all at the same time, admiring continuously.

This "konjac charm tea" is unique to the demon world, the tea tree can only be picked when it grows for millions of years, and it has to be picked three times on the same day, a total of one catty, eight taels, three dollars and two cents. Then it will be a million years before it can be picked again. Moreover, there is only this tea tree in the Demon Realm, which is precious and abnormal. This tea is an extremely yin thing, and it is only suitable for people with demonic qualities. You and other women have a negative physique, so the husband uses the heavenly marrow liquid as water to boil the "konjac charm tea" to neutralize it

The extreme yin ingredient in it, after drinking it, it is very good for the physique, but it is always vibrant, the sensitivity of the five senses has been greatly improved, and the heart of enlightenment will also be enhanced, this is the remaining "konjac charm tea", Sister Qianyu, you keep it, and when you are free, you can taste it again with your sisters. Ah Lang then took out the brocade box containing "Konjac Charm Tea" from his arms and handed it to Qianyu with a smile.

"Langlang is so eccentric, everything good will be treasured by Sister Qian. Alas...... It's better to be bigger!" Meng'er hung her head and sighed again and again.

The other six looked at Meng'er's expression and were stunned.

Ah Lang even dragged Meng'er over, held it in his arms, looked at her and said with a smile: "Sister Qian's body is cultivated with thunder and lightning, this "konjac charm tea" is grilled with the power of thunder and lightning, and it can also be quenched out of the extremely yin things inside, understand that there is no little dream? In my wife, you are the worst! Playing right and wrong all day long, lest the world be chaotic, watch the husband's deep kiss covering the sky and the moon!" After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and pressed directly on Meng'er's face......

"I'm here!" Qi'er roared, and then pounced on Ah Lang and Meng'er, Qianyu, Qingqing, Fei'er, Mo Wuya, and Bing Lingjie also laughed and pounced, and suddenly the room was full of charming......

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Subsequently, Ah Lang and his seven wives went out of the room and went to the place where the old prince and the old lady lived, and asked for hello.

Everyone gathered together to talk about the strange and unbelievable things they encountered. In the next few days, Ah Lang traveled around, playing with Qianyu and others, and had a lot of fun!

Ah Lang looked at the sleeping Qianyu, Meng'er, Qingqing, Fei'er, Mo Wuya, Bing Lingjie, Qi'er, and the seven people who were sleeping beside him, quietly walked out of the house, stood in the small courtyard, and looked up at the night sky above his head for a long time......

Flowers bloom on the red dust. It seems that the gathering and dispersion that seems to be late than seeing each other and hating it, and when you meet a passer-by in front of you too early, you will become a passer-by behind you. Acquaintance with the beauty of the city breeze too late. will rub shoulders with you, and it will be too late to look up. I can't say goodbye, and the mountains are separated by a river. But at the end of the world, looking back at the sea, the winter of flowers and waning moons. There is a fate to meet, and the flowers have drifted by. The encounter of scenery is just like that. The cold winter that has been falling in my thoughts, no matter how biting the glacier is. How snowflakes drift by, a persistent heart. I've been looking for it. The sky is dark and the sky is covered with snow, a hot-blooded boy. The will of the past, but it has never stopped. From spring to winter. From the cold winter to the famine, I have been guarding this. Thoughts that have never been revealed.

Red dust meets, and the years are old. The years are not much blooming, and the encounter between the past and the present is a subtle one. And the sacred thing, in the love network of red dust. The former left because of the gathering and dispersion, and the latter because of the departure of the former. And a deep encounter, once said. People who meet by fate. No matter how much of a circle they go around each other, they will also be inadvertently at some point. Each other can still meet each other again, in fact, this kind of story. It's just talking. Therefore, there are many people who believe it. So as to enter the moment of fate.

The feelings in the world are only separated by a distance. Some feelings are beautiful because of distance, and some are beautiful because of distance. Encourage each other, only then will we make the way forward. Filled with sunshine shining into happiness. Warmed each other, but sometimes. Distance is really a time machine to verify feelings. Therefore, there are people who insist on it. Because I believe that I have survived the distance. The rest is the spring breeze, and some people leave because of it, because they believe in the uncertainty ahead. So he hurried away halfway,

The old year is far away, and the people are the future. After a period of time, we know each other, and after a year, we know each other. In life, there are people who walk together. In the middle of the years, some people go their separate ways. At the ferry crossing, there were some people. Walking and walking is gone, some strangers. Walking and walking together, there are some people I never know. Where will we meet, and where will we leave early. The shortness of life, the cherishing of encounters. Therefore, meeting is fate, and acquaintance is share. in life. Time is a feast, and love is a perseverance. The snow moon that time has passed is like a year in water. That song is quiet when you listen alone, love is an encounter. A falling flower is also a gathering and dispersion. Life is beautiful because of love. The years are held on to by love.

The flowers bloom on the Mo, and the night is spent on the next table. A rainy year, meet the bamboo leaves. It is engraved with the moss that has been walked all the way, and the time is raining. Scattered all over the ground, the scene, the moon. Just as it was good, a cold wind struck. Jasper's shy breeze froze under the moon. sent away the night, leaving a trace of tranquility.

The years are still the same. Scattered once, you say the wind in the rain. It's the dream you've been chasing, and the snow in winter. It's the flowers you once scattered, and the flowers bloom differently. Exaggeration. Many years later, every season when the snow falls. will think of that former picture, which is both beautiful and flying. Sad and speechless, a heavy snowfall. A falling flower, Tuo Qingfeng took away his thoughts. Tuo was speechless and froze the sea. The flowers bloom beautifully in the past, and sometimes it rains. A flower blooms all the way, and a Bodhi all the way. The encounter in this life, the blossoming of the encounter.

After walking for a while, there will always be some scenery. Staying for a while, there will always be some story left. Actually, a lot of the time. We all know that in every story, there is always a beautiful ending. It's just that this ending is too vicissitudes and too beautiful, until the final end, Jingmei is so sad that it reveals sadness. Sadness spreads desolation, and desolation hides speechlessness. There is always a scene in the years, falling in an inadvertent place, there is always a snow in life, drifting in the dead of night, a scattering, a fate. A snowfall. I only hope that the time is fragrant and the falling flowers are quiet.

life

always walked all the way. The feelings of life are always, rubbing shoulders all the way. In this world, there are always people who stay because they understand you, and there are always people who leave because of misunderstandings. We are grateful to those who have stayed along the way. Because there is resonance. So will not leave on the road of life. The ferry crossing of Red Dust. There are always people who have never had a deep relationship. I didn't bother anymore, but I never left. It's just that time seems to meet. Frozen in the corner of the other side and this shore, there has been a beautiful spring since then.

Some wind in life. Some scenes, always in the years, play distant stories, some fallen leaves. Drifting over the branches, flying with the wind, such a season, such a memory. I don't know how long it will be shown in the years, but I know that the road we have traveled will definitely leave some accidents that we can't predict, and we will get used to it when we anticipate more. Life is like this. The years have followed like this, walking through the vicissitudes of time. borrowed the silent silence of the past, drifting to the end of his own world.

In the farewell of the passing years, there is always an unspeakable past. Standing at the end of the memories, counting the dusk that has passed, and speaking of each season of dusk: in the quiet rain, always with this or that mood, slowly walking into the breeze of the ice and rain, feeling the different tranquility brought by each season,

"Ah Lang, you can't sleep!" Qian Yu stood behind Ah Lang and said softly.

Ah Lang turned his head to look at Qian Yu, who was already standing beside him at some point, and shook his head with a smile. Gently hugging her waist, he soared into the air, soared up to 90,000 miles, and came to the top of the clouds, and the two hugged each other, quietly looking at the endless night sky......

I'm waiting for someone who may never come, always.

If you fall in love with a flower, you will bloom with her, if you fall in love with someone, let her fly, accompany her to wander, and grow with her.

Waiting in my heart for someone to love, her eyes, her hometown, her scars, and all of her love. Because of love, I am willing to let her wander as she likes, and there is no longer any news from the end of the world and the cape, only the thoughts in my heart.

If you fall in love with her, let her draw her own arc as she likes, and let her fly freely. Because of love, even if it is not accompanied by her in front of her, because of her fragrance and stubbornness, I choose to believe that she will fly.

When you fall in love with a flower, you will bloom with her, love her fragrance, love her thorns, and love everything she carries.

In this way, because of love, so with her heart, just like that, she left with freedom, where she went, who she knew and where she slept openly, without any news, she walked very thoroughly, without the slightest trace.

She once said that loneliness is the longest-term companionship, because of the sustenance of the soul, so she chooses to end her life. The beginning or the end is the complete ending.

Love her, she's gone, leaving a waiting heart, here, looking at the sky and thinking about the past.

Later, I finally knew how far away forever is, that is, I will never see each other again, and the traces of this world about her gradually disappear in an unknown year and month with the years.

Loving her, she left, completely gone, without any nostalgia, and flew to her own paradise with her own freedom.

believed that this was her original intention, because she had no worries, so she chose to fly far away.

Whether she can hear it or not, there is always a soul waiting for her here, and the last promise for her is: we will plant a flower in another country, bloom with it, and grow with it.

The leaves have fallen, leaving people in tears. Who shines whose age, who is melancholy whose confusion.

The wind is rushing in the evening, and the years fly away. It's like flying flowers red, withering away, leaving memories. Stretching out your hand to help, but you are gone, flying hair, drifting away, lonely street corners, wordless sorrow.

The heart is a pair of broken glass, like raindrops on the eaves, helplessly dripping, falling apart on the bluestone street. Melancholy, like an endless river, flows quietly in the vicissitudes of my years. I rowed a lonely boat, trembling in the wind of ridicule and ridicule, feeling inferior, afraid of losing. Whether good or bad, bitter or tired, they are all drifting in the endless dark night, drifting to the sky!

Originally, the love was deep, but the fate was shallow. Sometimes life is like a drama, where I try my best, and the heavy and clumsy loneliness is innocent and funny in the eyes of everyone, no one understands it, and no one speaks.

Sometimes I naively think that it is not windy and sunny, that it is not of a certain age, that love is great enough to resist everything......

There is no love without a reason in the world, and there will be no hate without a reason. Spring planting and autumn harvest, the cycle of the four seasons, always follow certain laws in our confused pursuit. I began to believe that we can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and we can't touch someone who doesn't love. Even if I stretch out my hands and spin this continent, I can't spin back the heart that has long since left.

In the evening at dusk, I saw the leaves fall back to their roots,

Preferences are carefree, pleasure is fleeting,

The past is not human, and you will eventually drift away,

When I dreamed of the beginning again, I saw you as I did back then.

Ah Lang looked at the moonlight and stars in the night sky stupidly, and muttered softly......

Qianyu's heart trembled, and she didn't speak, but just hugged Ah Lang's waist and pushed harder, as if she was afraid that he would disappear......