He even stretched out his hand and touched his tail finger left and right. "You see I'm not intact, how can I chop off my fingers and make a whistle for you?"

  yes, how could anyone chop off their fingers to make a whistle? What a deep love, what a decisive love. How bumpy the world should be to be able to make each other feel uneasy, so that he can be so concerned. Lead by example and provide him with the safest guarantee.

  If there is really such a thing, Mu Jincheng is also willing to believe it, very willing to believe it, because she always believes that even if she has not encountered it, love is still beautiful, trust is still beautiful, there are always those who are unswerving, there are always those mountain alliances and sea vows, some promises will not fade with time, but will only become more and more far-reaching, more and more tempting, more and more hard, and more and more believable.

  What Mu Jincheng thinks, Mu Jincheng wants, although it has never been completed, she has always cherished the thoughts of those daughters. I have always felt that there should be a little extravagant hope in life, some good extravagant hopes, and some extravagant hopes for beauty. Never gave up, just like she never gave up. Chang Yangshan's hopes are the same, and she does not give up believing in those beautiful hopes.

  So he didn't stop it, Su Moyu carried the whistle into his arms. She always believed that there was something special about this whistle, and always gave her a strange feeling. This really looks like the whistle recorded in ancient books. Whether it is a family legend or a demon race, there should always be his own story.

  If I can't meet it in person, I want to hear it, hear the stories you tell me, and hear you tell me, and you still have those beautiful hopes.

  Seeing that Mu Jincheng did not resist anymore. The whistle that was properly stored in his arms was not taken out, so he bowed a little relieved, and quietly touched the tail finger on his right hand behind his back with his hands behind his back.

  I don't know which ancient book it is recorded, and I don't know what kind of divine books are hidden in Changyang Mountain, and any god clan secret can be opened. It is also listed by Mu Jincheng very deeply. Fortunately, he is now intact.

  The two stood side by side, watching the bright fireworks outside. One by one, the bloom in the sky reflected the entire imperial city. It's like a gorgeous dream, not real at all.

  After this sound of firecrackers, after the hustle and bustle of the crowd, everything finally calmed down.

  After the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will start to visit relatives and visit the door, but as the Marquis of Dingguo, a lonely marquis, naturally there are no relatives to come to the door. And Mu Jincheng is not to mention. This Dingguo Marquis's Mansion is much quieter than all ordinary people's homes. Without the rendering of fireworks, everything was no different from the usual days, and even the red hanging colors in the courtyard made Mu Jincheng ask the maids to withdraw.

  She likes to look clean and fresh. She likes the way everything returns to her heart, and she enjoys the last peaceful moment. When the storm comes, let her ask the hands that come like her with the calmest heart, who is the person who opened the mechanism?

  Even when he was dying, he might have said something. Relying on Tang Jianyuan's temperament, he will definitely say loudly in front of them, laugh at them, shame them, and give them a head-on blow again and again, so this is also Mu Jincheng's last hope.

  Is it that if I know each other in this life, then if there is an afterlife, before he has time to open the mechanism, I only have this one goal, to get rid of the spies. This is Mu Chengjin is greatest wish.

  So wait quietly and patiently. even lived a quiet and beautiful life. No longer quarreled with Su Moyi, no ridicule, no ridicule. There is no unsightly face either. Like friends you knew in the old days, drink tea, play chess, annotate scriptures, and talk about those boundless wind and moon.

  As soon as the days passed, it came out on the fifteenth day of the first month. The dumplings sent back by Mu Jincheng finally arrived at Changyang Mountain. Pinching the days and waiting for Mu Tan at the bottom of the mountain. One took the box. Hurriedly opened it, and couldn't even wait for the time to go up the mountain.

  Fortunately, the weather was very cold, and the dumplings were frozen into ice lumps one by one. When he saw such a dumpling, he was very surprised to pick one up and shook it in front of the attendant's eyes.

  "This is what my fourth sister orange asked you to send back."

  "Yes. The subordinates did not lie. ”

  He even emphasized that he was not lying. Mu Tan's heart sank suddenly. This is the dumpling sent over on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the bumps along the way are all dumplings eaten when the four sisters of Orange were reunited, and they should be sent up the mountain to show them.

  Mu Jincheng, how much are you carrying? How much do you really know? How long will you have to walk such a road? I'm afraid it's not going to be long, otherwise I wouldn't have sent this reunion dumpling up the mountain, Mu Jincheng, is it that we will never have a chance to meet again?

  Mu Jincheng: Why can't you tell me something? Is it that Princess Qinghe has to carry so much since she was born, and now I know why my mother took care of you like that when she was a child. Why is you the only one of all the children of the gods on Changyang Mountain, with a title like Qinghe.

  Haiqing Heyan. Is it up to you? Mu Jincheng, are you tired? Mu Jincheng, I really can't help you with anything? Mu Jincheng, what kind of thing is going to happen to our god clan? Mu Jincheng. Are you never going to be with us again? Isn't this the time to come to this in this life?

  He staggered up the mountain with dumplings, not even sitting in a carriage, one step at a time. Until the study of the Holy Lord.

  didn't even knock on the door, pushed open the door, took the box and went in, saw his daughter with a lonely face, and the box in his hand, he knew that it was Mu Jincheng who replied.

  Putting down the wolf pen in his hand, before he could open his mouth to ask, he saw Mu Tan walking in front of him step by step, opening the box, revealing frozen dumplings one by one.

  The Holy Lord's heart turned upside down for a while, and he never had the opportunity to have a meal with you, and he never had the opportunity to be filial to your mother and son. I will never have the opportunity to tell you that I have been in some trouble for many lifetimes. There will never be a chance to untie the knot between our mother and daughter. My little orange, such dumplings pierce people's hearts. Terrible than a blade, more terrible than a curse.

  Take the box in Mu Tan's hand. Personally turned around and went to the kitchenette. Reheat the dumplings. took out a pair of chopsticks and gave Mu Tan a pair of chopsticks, and took out two empty bowls, one for you and one for me.

  No one said a word until the dumplings were eaten cleanly. The Holy Lord returned the box to Mu Tan and said to Mu Tan. "Let's go back, the dumplings are finished"!