Chapter 527: Never forget your initial heart

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"Hey, Mo Xiaozi, you are just coming back, no evil, go and pull him away."
Duanmu Xue said anxiously, while he wanted to pull forward, but Duanmu did not let go, still holding the end of the snow.
"What are you doing? The string is being killed."
Duanmu snow smashed the eye raft, and looked at the warm string on the ground, it was anxious to jump.
Seeing the return of Xuanyuan Mo and Duanmu, all the people hanging their hearts fell half a moment.
Yan and Niang are finally coming back, and the third child should have nothing to do.
Hail fluttered to Xuanyuan Mo Huali, and hurriedly said, "Oh, my mother, you can save the third brother, you have to kill the third brother."
Xuanyuan ink flashed, touched the head of the hail, and looked up to the front of the innocent.
"He will not."
Even if there is no worry, he will not.
Duanmu looked at the front like a crazy, innocent, distressed and worried.
She did not expect that worry-free turned out to be a female doll, and she did not expect that the string and the worry-free love would fall in love.
As a mother, she naturally feels distressed about her children, but she can understand the innocent reactions and practices. If she is replaced, she may be more crazy than him.
Jun hasn't played for a long time, and it's definitely not light, and every punch can see blood.
However, no matter how he plays, there are multiple plays, and the temperature string is silent.
What he didn't know was that even if he didn't say anything, then the next heavy punch still seemed to lie on her heart, and it hurt almost to the point.
Tears spurt out like spring water, close your eyes without worry, secretly concentrate all the power of mysterious spirits in the body, and hit the acupuncture points.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on Jun Wu and Wen Xian, Ye Bing condensed.
"Snapped......"
Looking at the madness of the innocent, and the temperament of the string, Ye Bing was shocked, and the clothes and shoes in his hand fell to the ground.
Soon, Ye Binging reacted and immediately went up to pull the innocent.
"You are not crazy, you are a string."
Ye Binging holds the innocent, and his eyes are full of anxiety.
He is so anxious to come back to play the strings? This is too abnormal.
Jun innocent eyes reddened the string, "I am crazy, I will kill him today."
A hand that opened the leaves and condensed, and rushed up.
Everyone’s heart was brought up in an instant, and Duanmu even wanted to rush forward without hesitation.
Xuanyuan Mo is also holding a fist in his death, and there is anxiety and worry in the depths of his eyes.
Ye Bing slammed his heart and immediately flashed to the front of the temperature string, blocking the attack of the innocent.
"You are awake, don't you say that there is no worry? We shouldn't we have to worry about it now?"
Thinking of worry-free may be in danger, Ye Binging will be in a hurry, and look at the innocent eyes.
What is crazy about this person? Why do you want to play the strings, why not look for worry-free in the first place?
The innocent body was stiff, and the red scorpion flashed a bit.
When I heard Ye Binging, Wensel and others looked at each other and looked worried.
Worry-free women, obviously the aunt did not notice worry.
"puff......"
Breaking through the acupuncture points, a spurt of blood, and then fainted.
"No worries..."
"Worry-free sister..."
The people were shocked and rushed over together.
Ye Bing was stunned and stared blankly at the girl in the pink dress lying on the floor.
No worries?
Why is she worrying about wearing women's clothes?
why?
"No worries..."
When I heard the shouts of everyone, I immediately returned to God without any evil, and rushed to the side of worry-free, and carefully raised her.
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Liang Yan took up the worry-free wrist and probed her.
"how is she?"
The sound of the string is shaking, and the eyes are full of distress and self-blame.
Liang Yan put down the worry-free hand and looked up at the crowd. "She forcibly broke through the acupuncture points, so she hurt her heart and everything will faint."
Liang Yan said, aiming at the eyes of the innocent, and surely saw his eyes flashed self-blame.
"so serious."
Warm and frowning, a sigh of pain in the sputum, "the heart is damaged, it is not a trivial matter, you have to rest well."
Duanmu took a medicinal herb from the storage ring and carefully fed it into the worry-free mouth.
"Hold her first to rest."
The innocent light flashed lightly, gently picking up the worry-free, and went to the palace that Duanmu had prepared for him.
"No worries..."
Ye Binging finally returned to God and hurriedly chased the past.
Wen Xian also wanted to follow the past, but was stopped by the cold.
"Three brothers, don't go."
Warmer also said, "Yes, you are bothering you now, are you going now, are you not investing in the net?"
Warmer said, while stuffing a medicinal herb into the temperature string mouth.
"But no worries..."
Wen string worriedly looked at the direction in which the eyes disappeared, and the heart was too anxious.
Looking at the warm string anxious look, I can't bear the cold.
"No worries, nothing. I deliberately said that it was a bit serious. In fact, I didn't hurt my heart. It was just blood and blood that would vomit blood. It was not serious. It would be better to rest for two days."
"Ok?"
Everyone looked at the chilly surprise. "Then you just..."
I vomited and licked my tongue. "Is that not for the third brother?"
She doesn't say serious things, how can she feel bad. The only thing that can change your mind now is worry-free.
Others say that one hundred sentences can't be said to be worry-free, so she deliberately said that the serious point is so good that he can swear, and when he asks for no worries, he will naturally agree.
"Three brothers, I will help you rub the medicine."
Looking at Wen Qing's face, the hail is very distressed. With the ointment, I wipe it on the warm string.
"Don't rub, it's not the time to rub the medicine." The chills immediately stopped.
I just had two punches, and my third brother cured the wound. I will think about it, and I am afraid I will play even harder.
"That is, don't mess around, this is the work of your worry-free sister."
Warmer grabbed the ointment on the hail, and then stuffed it into the warm string.
The warm-faced handsome face was awkward, and when he thought of worry-free, he couldn’t help but worry.
Looking at the warm string of the injury, the end of the wood smashed a touch of distress.
"The strings come over, and the mother has something to say to you."
"Yes."
The temperature string hangs down the eyelids and follows the Duanmu.
Looking at the lonely back of Wen Xian, the hail suddenly shouted, "Three brothers, come on!"
The temperature string is a step, and the lips are gently twitched unconsciously.
He will cheer, no matter how difficult, he will be with no worries.
Snow Temple.
In the room, Wen Xianjun's face was red and pulled his clothes.
"Mother... Niang, let me come."
"I am your mother, what is this shame."
Duanmu can't help but pull down the warm string of clothes.
The string of sorrow screamed, he was not ashamed, he was afraid of marrying him.
Looking at the large piece of bruising on the back of Wenling, Duanmu suddenly had a sore nose.
Take the ointment aside and gently smear the wound.
A slight tingling sensation, let the temperature string can not help but tremble.
Duanmu's hand was a bit, and his eyebrows were scornful. "Is it painful?"
"No pain."
The warm string bites the teeth and raises the sound, so that his voice sounds a little spirited.
"I am light."
Duanmu's face was distressed and the movements on his hands were softer.
The ointment was just wiped out, and the top of the string was flying over a piece of clothing.
After taking the clothes, Wen Ling looked at the black-faced Xuanyuan ink, and immediately dressed the clothes.
Duanmu looked up at Xuanyuan ink with a cold face, and the forehead instantly dropped a black line.
This guy, actually eats non-vinegar, and his own son's vinegar also eats.
"You like worry-free."
Xuanyuan ink looks at the temperature string with no expression.
The warm chords flashed, and a robes were smashed to the ground.
"Baby really likes no worries, please be a mother."
Duanmu squinted, and the bottom of his eyes was full of worry.
Xuanyuan ink nodded solemnly. "Since it is decided, keep going. Remember, never forget your own heart."
Wen string stunned, then nodded firmly, "Yes."
"Go to rest."
Xuanyuan ink sounds softer.
Wen Wen got up and leaned against Xuanyuan Mo and Duanmu, and then stepped back.
"Strings and worry-free..."
Duanmu looked at the back of the warm string and looked worried.
Xuanyuan ink smashed the shoulders of the raft, whispered, "That is his own choice, I believe he will know how to choose."
The warm string came out of the snowy temple and went to the Wuqing Pavilion.
In the worry-free pavilion, Jun No Evil is looking at himself with a self-blame and looking unconscious.
Damn, how could he be so impulsive and teach the kid in front of no worries. He should pull the kid into the dark and then scream at it.
The worry-free fingers moved, and they opened their eyes in confusion. When they saw the innocent, they instantly fell into tears.
"What is it, where is it hurt?"
Innocent and distressed, tears for worry-free, awkward and careful.
"Hey, what about the string brother?"
No worries, tears staring at the innocent, the eyes are full of anxiety.
Listening to worry-free mention of the warm string, Jun no evil moments cold face, not good-spirited, "He can't die."
I was struggling to get up, but I was pressed back by Jun.
"Let's lie down, you hurt your heart."
No worries, grab the hand of the innocent, and pray, "Oh, worry free, let go of the string brother, okay? He really didn't mean it..."
The innocent sun is sinking, and the fist is pressed.
"Is there a worry like that kid?"
Jun Wuxu lowered the sound line, and even made his voice sound soft.
No worries nodded, tearfully pointed, "I like, I like string brothers, I only like string brothers in my life."
Jun frowned, frowning, did not speak.
"Although I don't know why I want to hide my gender, I am very glad that I am a girl. I didn't regret it last night."
She does not regret, she feels very happy, very happy!
"String kid?"
The sudden sound outside, let the king rise up innocently, and the sharp scorpion is dangerously picked up.