Chapter 408: Gu Yu, Gu Yu

Song has no worries and blinks, long eyelashes with a trace of wetness.
She bends her lips, revealing a sweet smile, and the light is followed by tenderness.
"I want to accompany you to see the world bustling, accompany you to the old. Gu Yu, you are so handsome now, what will become like when you are old? Like a grandfather so cute, or a serious old man? I am so beautiful, old will Not going to be ugly?"
"Two days, I have thought about it carefully. I want to give you a lot of children. You said that you like your daughter, I will give you life. How many daughters do you want, I will give you how many. But you have to promise me. ......"
Song Wuxi leaned down, and the little hand gently touched Gu’s handsome face and smiled softly:
Hurry up and wake up, be strong...

Don't lose your memory and forget her. Not to sleep like this all the time, she is very scared.
"Gu Yu, Gu Yu..." Song Wuxi gently squatted on Gu Yu's body, his hand, gently stroking his face.
She is beautiful, with a pale face, a light smile, a smile with a smile. The index finger, along the man's forehead, gently strokes his face, the voice is soft and soft, "Gu Yu, thank you for always paying attention to me, thank you for yelling at me. I now say love you, do you hear it? ?"
"Gu Yu, Gu Yu..."
Like calling his name, called addictive, Song is no worries on his body, calling his name.
The index finger, reluctantly scratching his face, the smile of his mouth is sweet. Looking at his gaze is also soft.
It’s just the two lines of tears that flow out of the corner of the eye, highlighting the pain and sorrow of her heart at this time...
"You are really stupid..." Song Wuxi smiled and wept. "Why are you so stupid and give up your life to save me?"
"You fool, big fool, big fool..."
......
Time passed by, and finally, Song Wushou was too tired and slept.
This is a dark and damp prison.
In the air, it is all wet and mildewy.
Moreover, it is also accompanied by smell and a foul smell.
哐啷
The chain lock of the Tien Stone Gate was pushed open and the thick stone door was pushed open.
Smell the smell of the nose, the man who came in, the eyebrows.
The man hits the treasure purple brocade, his body is sturdy, and his temperament is noble and cold.
Wearing a trigeminal beam with a purple crown, the five senses are beautiful, the pair of deep and sharp phoenixes, holding two cold light.
Raising your hand, words and demeanor reveals an innate domineering domineering.
Behind him, he followed two tall, burly guards.
He walked in and walked to the end, where he locked a man with a chain.
The man was dressed in a messy, white prison uniform, because after several times of severe blows, he was stained red by blood and dirty.
He is like who is nailed to the cross -
Hearing the footsteps, the man does not have to look up and know who the person is.
A man like an emperor walked up to the man in the captivity and looked at each other with condescending.
"If you tell the truth, you will not die." The man in the brocade is open, cold and inky, and the sound is like ice slag, with the majesty of people.
Because the prisoner's man was locked up for too long, he was tortured into a disability, and when he looked up, he had to work hard.
He looked up hard and used a pair of hateful eyes to sneer at the man in the cloak.
"Ha ha ha... hahaha..." Suddenly, the prisoner man smiled, and the laughter was sad and desolate.