Chapter 1602: Little tree

A hundred years, so long and so long.
Each day together seems to be long and boundless.
No killing, no treasure hunting and no advanced.
Chickens and dogs are broken in adult days.
Either argue with him, or get angry with him.
Life is so boring.
But a blink of an eye is a hundred years.
It's been a hundred years, and it's too late to remember.
The days with him were so boring, it was the most boring day in her life.
But look back, it was all honey-like time in centuries.
That short and short century, every day is sweet.
Just thinking about it is like soaking in a honeypot.
But now, even such a time, he wants to seize it.
Is he afraid she can fall into the honeypot and get lost?
But she would rather get lost than lose the honeypot.
The wicked dragon kneeling on the ground dropped its head.
Although she didn't cry any more, she could see the song clearly, and her teardrops fell on those small clothes like a broken line.
Yange doesn't know what happened to him.
She seemed to be moved by the sadness of the evil dragon, and her own tears could not stop flowing.
Her chest was almost clear.
But it still seemed to be agitated by the evil dragon's hand, and even the pain was difficult to vent.
"Booming ..."
The thunderous sound exploded in the ears of the three.
The thunder was too loud, and Yan Ge's head was completely blank for a moment.
She was held tightly in his arms by Saburo.
Saburo ’s reiki envelops her body in the next moment.
The body is filled with aura, and finally the mind will not be stunned by the thunder.
When the thunder disappeared, the dark clouds of the sky also dispersed.
Those clouds are coming fast.
The blue sky and sunny sky are still thousands of miles.
If it was not the thunderous thunder that made the forehead tingling and pain, Yan Ge even thought that the dark cloud covering the sun and the lightning flashes were an illusion.
She raised her eyes again to look at the evil dragon.
The evil dragon sat on the ground kneeling and folded the coats on the ground.
She no longer shed tears, because Yan Ge could not see the expression on her face.
But I can clearly feel that the sadness of the evil dragon has just disappeared.
With the dark clouds scattered all.
After the clothes were folded, the evil dragon held up with both hands, straightened the table, and put the clothes basket on the table.
She lowered her head to organize the needlework in the basket.
She did not pinch the needle, and she bleed from her fingertips.
Biting his fingertips and raising his eyes, the evil dragon noticed that Saburo and Yange were still in the corner of the room like wood.
She raised her eyebrows and frowned at Yan Yange and Saburo with a cold face: "No, do you want to fight?"
His expression was fierce and indifferent.
When talking, the long tail fluttered, and the bamboo leaves outside the window whistled away towards Yange and Saburo.
Yange saw that Saburo was about to draw a sword to meet him, reached out his hand, and held his arm: "Let's go."
She whispered with a low voice.
Saburo bowed his head, staring at the tears.
He wrapped his hands around Yange's waist and held people tightly in his arms.
Although he didn't respond, he shouted at the song and flew towards the window on one side.
The evil dragon did not chase it out.
Yange rested his head on Saburo's shoulder, and looked at the bamboo house from a distance.
At the open window, you can see the evil dragon standing in front of the table.
She stood there, looking down slightly at the belly of the finger pierced by the needle.
The wind rose slightly and her long dress fluttered.
His body was bleak, his expression blank.
Did she forget Lie?