Oh my God! Can it still work? Lying gun! This is an absolute lying gun! I don't know if there will be a ring in the future, why did the harmful fruit move out of the legendary Linghu hero early?

Affectionate and righteous Linghu Daxia, who is this recruiting to provoke whom? Obviously a seed of infatuation, how can he become a negative example of a mother-in-law and mother in the mouth of the harmful fruit?

It's messed up!

......

As soon as Wu Guo's words came out, everyone else kept shaking their heads and smiling bitterly, only Yue Minglou was silent with his head down.

Because of grief...... So we are silent.

Because I miss ...... So we are silent!

Never want to remember, never forget!

It's been a long time since I've seen Xiaohua, and I haven't missed Xiaohua for a long time...... It's not that he doesn't want to miss, but he doesn't dare to miss!

Missing is an extremely luxurious thing for him many times.

Especially the longing for Xiaohua...... Missing his sister can always provide him with endless motivation to cultivate, but missing Xiaohua often makes him stop and look back, and he can't give up!

Missing and missing are not the same.

The longing for my sister is a painful longing...... That pain can make him full of anger and move forward.

The longing for Xiaohua is a beautiful longing...... That kind of beauty will distract him and make him sad.

So he didn't dare to miss Xiaohua.

It's not that he doesn't want to miss, but he doesn't dare to miss!

Whose childhood was not good.

Whose childhood plum has never been a bamboo horse!

Naturally, he missed it before, and those beautiful childhood memories had accompanied him through a long journey from south to south, but after going to Zhenyang Mountain, it was completely different...... He hid all those thoughts in the bottom of his heart, practiced hard every day, and marched forward bravely every day.

It's not that he doesn't want to miss, but he doesn't dare to miss!

Missing Xiaohua will make his otherwise firm and fast pace become sluggish.

Never want to remember, never forget!

Although he was extremely restrained, those thoughts were like grass blown by the spring breeze...... Always inadvertently revealing her beautiful true body from the cracks in the rocks.

This moment was suddenly mentioned by Wu Guo...... It was as if a five-flavor bottle had suddenly been knocked over in his heart...... Sweet and sour, full of flavors, the tide of longing broke through the embankment of restraint in an instant!

I miss her so much!

I really want to be a little flower!

The viciousness of honest people is like grit in white rice, which will always inadvertently bring you pain.

The thoughts of honest people are like old wine buried in the ground, and the longer it is buried, the more unforgettable it is!

It's like a jar of daughter red.

......

The thought of the weapon can never replace the weapon of the thought.

The human heart is made of flesh...... The weapon of longing is always more powerful than the weapon of missing!

Even if weapons can take away our lives, they can never take away the thoughts in our hearts!

Because we miss us, we will grow and be strong!

I miss her so much!

Time flies, and I haven't seen Xiaohua for a long time...... I miss her so much!

I've thought about it all ...... I can't seem to remember what she looks like!

It doesn't matter if you can't remember the other person's appearance, the important thing is that the beauty and happiness of the past will always remain in your heart!

Just think of her every time...... Even if I can't remember what she looks like...... But there is always a happy smile on the corner of the mouth!

We may forget what she used to be...... But I will never forget the beauty of the past!

Looking back on the past, I am full of joy.

Have mercy on me, for there is much suffering.

It's like we don't know what kind of suffering awaits us ahead...... We can only muster up the courage and move forward!

I miss her so much!

There was a girl in the village named ...... There was a girl in the city named Xiaohua, who was beautiful and kind...... Eighteen changes in women's college...... The little flowers must be more beautiful now, right?

I miss her so much!

Yueminglou slowly raised his head and looked into the distance...... This time, he looked in the direction of the capital!

It is the city in front of you, surrounded by endless high walls...... There is his homeland, there is his little flower...... Every street in the city has left their beautiful childhood, happy laughter!

and her immature but extraordinarily moving singing voice.

Unforgettable to this day.

Thoughts are not the same as longing, and so are singing and singing...... Even if it's the same song.

When I was a child, listening to her singing was so happy, time flies, the years change, and now I recall her singing again but it is the past and the present, as if it is another life!

Because when I was a child, I was a happy person who listened to happy songs, but now I am a lonely person who thinks about sad songs!

Even if it's the same song!

......

In fact, he didn't blame her in his heart.

Even if he wandered to the Niangzi border pass in despair before, he was already close to the Hanging Pavilion...... Xiaohua never showed up.

He never came to see him.

He may have felt a little regretful and lost in his heart...... But she wasn't to blame.

The older you get, the more boring it becomes.

The older you get, the more shackles you have.

He believed that Xiaohua's heart was the same as him, and he was so eager to see each other!

But she couldn't come to him.

In fact, she, like him, swallows her anger and can't help herself.

Because she is a little flower, and at the same time she is Situ Hua! Her absence from seeing him fully shows that she has grown up and has thought deeply...... She has the right to fight for her own happiness, but she also has the responsibility to protect her family! She is Situ Hua, she is Situ Yan's niece, she can't go her own way and have no scruples...... Except for the surname Yu, everyone has to swallow their anger, everyone is involuntarily, everyone is walking on thin ice, frightened!

He didn't blame her.

He's just getting more annoyed with his family...... Because they have deprived many of their happiness for the sake of their own happiness.

He just missed her more.

This time, he found an excuse to escort Qu Dengtian, and took Xue Dingbian to the edge of the capital together...... Naturally, I wanted to take a look at my lonely and hard-working sister from a distance through the atmospheric hood, but apart from this, I didn't want to look at the former little flower from a distance across the tall city wall!

Just now, I was looking at the moon from the other building, and now I am looking at the flowers from the other city!

I really want to be a little flower!

I miss her so much!

I think of her intelligence, I think of her beauty, I think of her smiling face, I think of her singing...... Well, I still want her slender hands, invincible orchid fingers!

What's wrong with pinching you? You have to figure it out, the little girl will pinch you if she likes you!

I don't bother to look at you if I don't like you, and I want her to pinch you?

Hmph! I don't even bother to fly to you with a big white eye!

......

The snowflakes in the sky fluttered one after another, hitting Yueminglou's face bit by bit, slowly, slowly turning into a little bit of sour tears.

He didn't know if Gogo was right, but he knew very well that the more fearful you were of the savvy players, the more your awesome opponents would be!

What are you afraid of!

The trick doesn't leave the back of your head!

If Yu Wulin really designed a jousting ring...... Will Little Flower play?

He wasn't sure.

But one thing he was sure of was that! no matter how many deadly tricks he had honed in the actual battle of life and death...... But he will never show a trick to Xiaohua!

Don't even dare to think about it!

Who in the world would hurt their childhood sweetheart?

Who in the world would cruelly wield a knife at the softest part of his heart?

Childhood is not plum, bamboo horses are not horses.

Have mercy on me, there is a lot of suffering!