: Section 127: Death depends on not leaving, using fatigue as an excuse

How could the cunning brother who fought with him to live a long life, and a variety of tricks, could have an incurable terminal illness, he was not yet thirty years old.
"My lord, I'm just talking, you don't have to worry about it." Jixiang comforted and stopped analyzing.
Let Xuanyuan Yao calm down and plan again.
She has done everything she can.
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The accessories made by the craftsmen were too rough and it was extremely difficult to assemble.
A good mini BB gun, the essence is in a small print, made by ancient blacksmiths, and born into the size of the "Three Eight Covers" used to fight ghosts.
Lucky while pretending to laugh, it took seven or eight days to finally complete.
Unfortunately, it can only be a model.
If this finished product is taken out, it will ruin her sign.
It seems that it is not possible to have ideas and technology.
It is necessary to improve the process and first make a few auxiliary manufacturing tools.
Auspicious found a new goal, and began to immerse himself in the research, without hearing anything outside the window, indulging in the joy of creation.
It was almost New Year, and Xuanyuan was busy again, rewarding the three armies, distributing military pay, soothing the soldiers, and running non-stop. He could not return to the government until late at night.
Sometimes, she really suspected that he was deliberate, and he refused to leave, taking exhaustion as an excuse.
However, upon seeing Xuanyuanyao's two panda eyes, her heart softened again.
She gave up her position and wrapped her with her quilt. Under the dim candlelight, she was busy drawing, and occasionally lifted her eyes to forget his handsome face that slept and relaxed, just like a child who was not affected by the world. Follow the softness and relax.