"Accompany you through every birthday."

"Even if I wasn't with you on your birthday, I would remember your gift and give you a gift every year."

"Feng Zhuo, you are my life."

Feng Zhuo's pupils shrank, and the hand holding Fu Ling tightened violently.

Suddenly tightened, and the force was a little painful.

Fu Ling didn't make a sound, and hugged Feng Zhuo with his hand.

Feng Zhuo hugged Fu Ling tightly and buried his head in Fu Ling's neck socket.

You are my life.

"Whisk." Feng Zhuo shouted.

Hearing this title, Fu Ling was stunned for a moment.

For the first time, Feng Zhuo called her name.

"I'm here."

"I'm not going to let go." Feng Zhuo's voice was deep and scary: "I won't allow you to leave me, absolutely not." ”

At this moment, Feng Zhuo is paranoid and crazy.

The man in his arms said to him, 'You are my life.'"

How can you not drive him crazy?

Fu Ling was not afraid of such a phoenix.

Everyone defines love differently.

Some people think that love is letting go.

Some people think that love is a vow that never stops.

Perhaps for some, Feng Zhuo is paranoid and terrifying.

But to Fu Ling, Feng Zhuo is very cute.

"I won't leave you." Fu Ling said seriously: "But you don't want to leave me. ”

"I said that if one day you don't remember me, I'll lock you up."

"If you're going to leave me, I'll do the same."

"Feng Zhuo, I won't give my life to anyone else, do you understand?"

"So do I." After Feng Zhuo gave an answer, he kissed Fu Ling's lips.

Intense madness, plundering everywhere.

After a kiss, Feng Zhuo's breath became hotter.

Fu Ling sat on Feng Zhuo's lap, and Feng Zhuo's reaction was clear.

Feng Zhuo held Fu Ling and calmed down, and did not make the next move.

Whirling didn't mention it.

After a long time, Feng Zhuo slowly calmed down.

After calming down, Feng Zhuo picked up the box he had just placed on the bed and opened it.

The jade beads inside the box were not pretty, but Feng Zhuo noticed the gold in them at a glance.

At first glance, no one would think it was blood.

But Feng Zhuo saw it.

Not only did they see it, but they even knew that it was the blood of the spirit.

The power of blood was familiar to him.

When he woke up in the volcano, he felt such power.

It's just that the power emanating from the blood in front of him is much stronger than the previous power!

Feng Zhuo looked away, looked at Fu Ling's eyes, and his voice was still hoarse: "Where are you hurt?" ”

As soon as Fu Ling heard this, he knew that Feng Zhuo knew.

"I'm fine." Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and said softly: "I used treatment after I took the blood, and it was healed at that time, and it was really fine." ”

"I've seen you bleed." Feng Zhuo frowned and said: "You left a lot of blood when you were playing, but no blood is golden, did you take the blood between your eyebrows, or your heart...... Blood on the heart? ”

Fu Ling was a little worried, she painted makeup, but she didn't want Feng Zhuo to appear.

The results are still here.

Feng Zhuo has never seen her heart's blood, where is the stuffing exposed?

Feng Zhuo saw that Fu Ling didn't speak, and his expression became serious: "Tell me." ”

"I'll tell you." Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo: "But you can't be angry. ”

Feng Zhuo closed his eyes, and then said, "I'm not angry. ”

"The ...... of the heart" said this, and when the spirit said this, his heart was a little weak.

"You're really ......" Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, angry.

"You said you wouldn't be angry." After Fu Ling finished speaking, he wanted to get up, but he was firmly held by Feng Zhuo's waist, and he couldn't leave at all.

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You are my life, and if you don't have a life, you will die.

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