Everyone was at a loss: Who?

It's bigger than casual.

Li Meng took a deep breath before reciting slowly.

"As far as the eye can see, it's him."

"To love him is to love all that is to love him."

"He is bitter, I love bitterness."

"He's sweet, I love sweet."

"The way I love, it's all him."

Li Meng is actually about to be unable to hold on, this line is too for people to say.

But for the sake of points.

She could only pinch her neck and betray her temperament, and her voice was sharp.

"So, whatever he likes, I like."

Everyone: "......"

That he-

Everyone looked at each other, and then several people from the consul smiled strangely, and saluted with twitches on their faces.

"Yes, Uncle Shi, we'll clean up what you like, the style of his."

Who else could he have.

O their ancestors.

Li Meng turned around and walked away with satisfaction, and when she came to a corner, she reached out to cover her face with despair.

These lines are too numb.

Red Moon hurry up, she's about to be defeated by these brain-dead lines.

And inside the gate, the boy sitting on the bed supported his face with one hand, and his eyelashes drooped lightly.

His delicate and cold white face froze like ice and snow, without a trace of fluctuation.

The words of the girl.

Word by word, squeezed in through the crack in the door.

The indifferent teenager, the indifferent eyes, finally showed a trace of strange fluctuations.

He turned his face lightly and looked coldly at the door.

It wasn't until the girl's voice was far away that he pursed his thin red lips and continued to rest with his eyes indifferent.

After a long silence.

The young man's delicate eyebrows moved slightly.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a few traces of blood appeared in his deep, dark pupils.

Then he reached out and slowly pressed it between his eyebrows.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and his excessively pale face did not have a trace of anger.

Head...... It hurts again.

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Li Meng was expressionless, huddled in the quilt and trembled.

It's cold, it's cold.

Mu Ruochuan, this guy, likes the style of ice caves.

The consul's person said: "The ancestor is hot, because the heat of the physique cannot be vented, and can only be suppressed by immortal weapons such as extreme ice. ”

He also deliberately said: "It is not harmful to your body, but the temperature and feeling are exactly the same as Shizu's room." ”

Li Meng pulled off her frozen face.

yours.

She's going to freeze to death.

And in order to ensure the house, it is the same style as Mu Ruochuan's side.

Pillow quilts are nothing.

It's a big empty jade room.

A stone bed.

It's as terrible as a freezer.

Really, the family is surrounded by walls.

Mu Ruochuan's guy is simply the limit of renunciation.

Nothing.

Li Meng hugged the quilt she had finally begged for.

Poor Baba sat on the stone bed.

Suddenly a little nostalgic for the male lead...... The effect of warming the baby.

Although the cold is unbearable, the person is also tired, and the body is injured by the leaking power of the Mahayana period.

Not well healed.

Li Meng was able to survive no longer and began to doze off.

She shrunk under the quilt and didn't dare to lie down, the bed was too hard.

Just hold your legs with both hands, lean your soft face on your knees, and your eyelashes droop.

Gradually, the girl who was shrunk in the quilt sat like this, hugged herself and fell asleep.

Cold nights, cold winds.

In the void air, a crack suddenly slowly appeared, and the crack gradually expanded.

It was as if it had been torn apart by some terrible force.

A dark and slender figure came out of it.