Chapter 906: The Fatal Problem Before Lord Lorenzo

"I forgot." Lorenzo's universal template, forgetting is better than saying it directly.

"The devil believes you, big liar." Morrow pouted, indicating that the template was outdated.

"It's been more than a thousand years, and who can remember such a thing." Lorenzo expressed disdain.

"Is a thousand years long for the Bloodline? Who are you fooling? Morrow continued to disbelieve.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Does it matter? Lorenzo really didn't understand that he might be unlucky today.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that someone claimed that he had never been close to women, but who did he learn from this good technique? When you and I were the first time, some people seemed to be very powerful~" Morrow's mind is very clear.

"I said I had no teacher, what do you think? It's a talent ~ you don't need anyone to teach it. Lorenzo struggled, but still wouldn't speak.

"Cut." Moro still kept his mouth flat. "You're lying to the kids?"

"You're not a child?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

Moro hated Lorenzo the most for oppressing her with age, and said that he couldn't just cover his head under the quilt and make a muffled voice, "You go out to sleep, I don't want to see you now, I don't want to see you in the past month." ”

"If I tell you, can I sleep with you?" Lorenzo was quite aggrieved, completely devoid of the coldness and seriousness in front of people.

"You say first, I'll think about whether you can sleep with me in the last month." Moro was a rare gainer. He rolled over and stared at Lorenzo on his side on the bed with his hands propped up, making a deferential expression.

It's death to say it, it's still death if you don't say it, it's hard to deceive when the child is older, alas. Lorenzo complained silently.

Lorenzo sighed helplessly, let's say, let's die happily, maybe Moro is satisfied that he doesn't have to stay alone, "When I was sixteen years old, I met a noble girl at the castle of Decelli. ”

"Is she good-looking?" Moro was expressionless, staring at what was the expression on Lorenzo's face, was he very intoxicated or very nostalgic?

There is a little bit of intoxication and nostalgia, and there is still a little bit of helplessness, and there may be a little bit of regret after not regretting, and this tendency to increase little by little has the meaning of getting heavier and heavier, hum!

Lorenzo fell into memory, as if he was really thinking about the girl's appearance, Moro stared at Lorenzo's face, vinegar grew stronger, and anger spread little by little.

"I don't think it looks that good now, but I really liked it at the time." Lorenzo said to himself, "She was wearing a white gauze dress at that time, she didn't look like a girl in the world, her golden hair was very long to her waist, and her eyes were blue and clear, she was the kind of woman that all men would like, and there were indeed many, many people liked her at that time, and they all flocked to her, so she would cause a sensation whenever she appeared at Castle de Celli." ”

"It's beautiful." Moro smacked his lips, "I also said that it is not so beautiful, and it is said that there are so many beauties in the secret party, so that you Decelli men can't pull out their legs, I really don't know what to look like." ”

Lorenzo knew he had said the wrong thing again, "Oh, aesthetics change, it's been a thousand years." Lorenzo swallowed back the words that the aesthetic meeting had become, if he said it, how could Moro say if he asked again if he didn't like her for another thousand years?

"And is she better looking than me?" Mo Luo asked, desperately suppressing his desire not to grit his teeth and speak well.

"No, now that I think about it, she is not so good-looking, but at that time I was of a very humble status, the most humble of a group of brothers, and she was the eldest daughter of the Gangaro clan, who was in the limelight before it was weakened, and her status was very noble a thousand years ago, and those brothers rushed to talk to her, and she was much older than me. I was just the lowliest bastard in Decelli's castle, not even Enzo at that time, I seemed to be able to look up to her and never get close to her, I could only look at her from a distance from the crowd every time, I thought she should never see me for the rest of my life, but twenty years later I met her in the garden on the holiday when I came back from the barracks, and she took the initiative to greet me, I was nervous, I don't remember what I said, but she kissed me, I was nervous and excited, I didn't expect her to kiss me at all, I think it's an honor, but my mind is blank and I don't think about anything, it's really ......"

It's unforgettable, good, good.

Lorenzo said very devotedly, he didn't feel that the air temperature on Molo's side had dropped below zero, and he really had his first love, and he still remembered it so clearly?

Morrow's face was getting stinky and smelly, and his little face was cloudy, as if he could wring out water with a pinch.

Generally a man with a little brain will not describe it in more detail, after all, it is a dignified Lord Lorenzo who is still a little bit of a brain among men, he glanced at Mo Luo's face and quickly stopped talking.

Mo Luo didn't seem to finish listening, blinking his eyes, a cloudy face instantly turned into a sunny day, and his voice was also gentle but a little dangerous, "Why don't you say it, isn't it a beautiful first love?" Look at the way you miss it so much. ”

"It's really the first love, but it's still up to debate whether it's beautiful or not." Lorenzo pulled the quilt and got ready to sleep, anyway, this matter has already been said, the crisis should be resolved, even if he doesn't touch himself, he is ready to sleep cheekily.

"Debatable? Do you think this is legislation passed? Moro raised his beautiful eyebrows, and then pulled the quilt that Lorenzo had changed on his body, "Don't sleep, keep talking, I'm still listening." ”

"Daughter-in-law, I'm tired, I'll tell you another day, okay?" Lorenzo tried to sleep to get by, but Morocco had no intention of letting him go.

"Don't be in a hurry to sleep, Lorenzo-sama, I want to finish listening." Morro's tone couldn't be more ordinary, but Lorenzo already felt that something big was wrong.

I regret not opening this mouth in the first place.

"It's not good for children, it's not good for children. I'm really tired, Morrow, let me sleep, please, can't you? Lorenzo continued to perfunctory, pretending to be asleep than his eyes.

Moro slapped him twice and shook him a few times, Lorenzo just ignored it, and then Moro's sentence was pronounced, "Go out to sleep, if you don't finish, go out to sleep, if you don't go out, I'll sleep with Stella." I promise you won't have to come back for the next few months, and I'll make a new one that you will never be able to open, so you won't have to come in. ”

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