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Assist Murong Lanqing, okay, a straw bag emperor who has nothing in his belly, he really needs a virtuous minister to help, she still thinks about this and that until she dies, just because of the guilt in her heart, can she pay so much He has been known for a full thirteen years, and it is not worth their acquaintance in the past few months.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and stepped forward to take Liu Qingyun over, but was stopped by Mo Tian: "Don't touch her"

"She's dead, do you want to die too?"

Mo Xiaomo's shoulders collapsed slightly, she was about to die, and said with confused thinking: "Yes, Ah Yun is dead, I'm going to die too, I'm dead."

"If you say you want to die together, don't wait, wait, I"

Before falling into the darkness, she was in a trance, "Huahua, don't sleep, it's okay"

Mo Xiaomo shook his head, squinting at the snow flying in the sky with his clear glass eyes, it seemed that he was really going to die, and his thinking was not clear.

Where did Huahua come from, and who is Huahua

In the darkness, she flew towards the glimmer of light, and when the light flashed, there was a red cloud in front of her, she stood in the air and looked at the little doll in a scarlet robe, squatting on the plum blossom pile two feet high, squatting with a small face.

The silver-haired young man in Xuanyi reclined on the soft couch, with a smile in his eyes, staring at the girl with clear eyes, and said: "Huahua, don't respect the teacher, disrespectful gods, stand for three more hours, wake up." ”

"Houqing, you, Master, I was wrong."

The man in Houqing's space, isn't he also called Houqing, then who is this person, and his brain began to crash again, thinking about it carefully, he scratched his heart and lungs, but if she didn't want to understand, she was even more uncomfortable, "Alluring girl, still squatting here"

Who called her, well, it was the girl who shouted, Mo Chengcheng, Allure, Houqing, Mo Hua, Ying Long, Kuafu, Xiao Hei, and Fuyao, she remembered.

She smiled bitterly, how could she forget.

"Woman, Who Are You"

"Mo Xiaomo."

"That's, Mo Xiaomo, Mo Qingcheng is just a task, forget it."

"Why" Mo Xiaomo raised his eyes to look at the black-haired man in the dark who appeared in the dark.

Holding those good-looking phoenix eyes, he walked to her side and stopped, raised his hand to stroke the top of her hair, and said softly: "Because, those are not important, you just need to remember that you are Mo Xiaomo." ”

She was about to refute, but her brain hurt and she fainted.

"Do you think that if you wash her memories again and again, she will forget?"

Hou Qing picked up the woman, got up, looked at the man who was exactly like him, and smiled, "She didn't forget, as long as I am in one day, you will always be a foil." ”

"Hehe, Houqing, as long as I exist, you will never be complete." The silver-haired young man in the dark robe took a deep look, and the woman in his arms was hidden in the darkness.

"I don't need it completely, I just want her."

The corners of his dark blue clothes were lifted by the wind, and he hugged the woman in his arms, walking farther and farther.

Extra: Stuff the red plum long music song, whose boy steps on the snow

In the twenty-first year of Zhaoren, Emperor Zhaoren was the son of the eldest princess of the imperial family, and Murong Lanqing succeeded him as emperor.

The twenty-first year of Zhaoren is winter.

The border pass is a great victory, the land is Han, and the world is one.

Murong Lanqing was overjoyed when she received the good news from the border pass.

This time can be described as a real good news, the 300,000 army, except for 10,000 sergeants who were not seriously injured, returned completely.

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