When the owner rushed down to check the situation, Duanmuno was still open.

His lips twitched and opened.

It was like trying to say a complete sentence, but when I opened my mouth, more blood gushed out of my mouth......

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The sound of ambulances, the pouring of rain, the noise of crowds......

Every sound is amplified in the ears of the wooden curtain.

That night, he slept very restlessly, and had countless dreams, each of which was continuous and uninterrupted.

[Lian Mu, you are so ruthless. 】

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Do you see the blood on my ground? That's mine, it's all my blood...]

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[Look at you, you don't sing as well as me, you don't look as handsome, and your popularity is not as high as mine, otherwise, you can write lyrics for me in the future, and I will sing the songs you wrote in the future. 】

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[Duankino, I don't know what's wrong with me...... I seem to be sick, very sick and very sick, you can come and see if I am okay. 】

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[I'm not a herd, I'm a wooden curtain, you have to remember my good, or...... Just remember me. 】

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The wooden curtain was haunted by these dream conversations over and over again.

He couldn't wake up, it was like he was encased in a huge iron net, he couldn't break free, he couldn't escape.

He was helpless, hesitant, and scared. He wants to be free...... No, freedom was what he wanted most before. Now, what he wants, is him......

[Lian Mu, save me, only you can save me. 】

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[Lian Mu, only you can save me, otherwise, I will forget you, from now on, one part, two wide, never to see ...... again]

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Mudu.

The British and Swedish White House stands in the main city of Mudu.

Mu Fenglie, the monarch of Mudu, personally appointed Chang Hong to go out to receive the Huadu envoys who arrived in Mudu.

Mu Ku's face changed, wearing a dark blue Huadu uniform, her hair coiled at the back of her head, wearing a uniform matching beret, and two golden double chains pinned to the button of the neckline, through the pocket on the lower left chest.

This is the most rigorous and meticulous dress of a Waldo diplomat.

The entourage that followed her was Mingyu after the disguise.

Chang Hong was opposite the city gate, followed by a row of guards dressed in black suits.

"Brother......" almost blurted out a brother, but in the sight of Mingyu's reminder, Mu Kuyan changed his words, "Mr. Ming, should we get off now?" ”

"Hmm." Mingyu hummed cooperatively, and the corners of his eyes were soft arcs.

Before getting out of the car, Mu Kuyan touched his new hairstyle and asked, "Mr. Ming, may I ask, am I dressed like this?" ”

Mingyou: "Not old-fashioned. ”

"Do you like that?" Mu Kuyan asked again.

Mingyou: "I like it." ”

Every time he says a word, the curvature of the corners of his eyes will be gentle.

Mu Kuyan curled his eyelashes, and his teeth showed when he smiled, "Then, is it that my brother likes every look I look like?" ”

"It's Mr. Ming." Mingyou reminded again, scraped her nose, and spoiled it.

Mu Kuyan's mouth was O-shaped, and he nodded: "Does Mr. Ming like it?" ”

There was a baffle in front, and Ming Yu simply closed the outer perspective of the window glass, buckled Mu Kuyan's waist, uncovered the fake leather mask on her face, and kissed her.

This kiss came very strongly, and it was not allowed to be dodged.

After some intimacy, Mu Kuyan was released, panting, and his cheeks were slightly red, "Brother, how do you let me get out of the car." ”

"Wait a minute."