Chapter 1232: Endless feelings

Nima ah~ Who is so bold, dare to steal the silver ticket of the sister when the sister is asleep? After the behavior was exposed, the sister’s silver ticket was also thrown into the ground as garbage.
Look, it’s all dirty~ (a cat is coming out!)
It’s just a rat, and the cat can’t bear it!
However, looking at the footprints on the silver ticket, it seems to be a man. In the air, it seems that there is still a faint aroma of dragon scent?
Papaya shook his head, it vaguely remembered, someone just touched her ass?
Sit up, the two hooves open, and the papaya pulls the hair on his with his claws, and he smells it!
Sure enough, it is the aroma of dragons!
Fourteen came back~!
When papaya blossoms think of Long Muzhen, it is very likely that he will learn something similar to the 'Shifting Dafa' in the old man of Tianji. He thinks that he can finally return to the body, no longer a face, it is excited directly from the soft couch. Rolling up, jumping with the catwalk with the same foot, ran out of the bedroom.
Duoer dividing line
After Long Muzhen walked out of the dormitory, he went to the study alone.
The long figure, standing alone in front of the window, Wang Fuzhong, the candlelight that hung up all night, mixed with a faint moonlight, sprinkled on his side face, in the beautiful and radiant arc, add This faint sorrow.
In his ear, he continued to reverberate this afternoon in the courtyard of Lingyin Temple, and the master gave him a bitter persuasion.
He will not know that the master is the whole continent, a fearful existence, an unknown prophet, an insight into everything, and a thorough understanding of heaven.
The master did not say, even desperately preventing him from going around looking for a child, it must be his reason.
However, the truth of the big day, in the face of money blossoming, Long Muzhen can not match a love word.
In this world, there is a kind of flower called poppy, which is most contaminated. Once touched, it will be deeply trapped and unable to extricate itself. Even if the last drop of blood is exhausted, it will not die.
And this flower, for Long Muzhen, has another name, it is called - money blossoming.
However, Long Mu Hao~
The power of the sky, the king of the Megatron.
The seemingly omnipotent existence of a lifetime, but always can not withstand the helplessness in front of us, that is the fact that the money is lost.
At this moment, Long Muzhen’s mood is like a thousand, and it’s cut, and it’s tangled.
Throughout the afternoon, he was thinking, is the son still alive?
If she is still alive, why not come back to him?
Even if it is a letter, a message, even if it is like the last time it fell into the Fragrance Pavilion, responding to the north and south with its own name, you should let him know where she is.
Why do you want him to be so pinned and painful?
Maybe, all this is like the old man said, the money is already dead~
Into a ghost, or exist in this world, drifting around, or has broken into hell, ready to reincarnate.
Thinking of this, the face of Long Muyu's knife-cutting axe was covered with awkward tiredness and deep sorrow, and the squinting eyes seemed to be passing through the fleeting meteors in the darkness of the night.
He promised her, heaven and hell, I am going with you.
Is she waiting for him on the bridge? Is it a person crying and crying on the road of lonely reincarnation, fourteen, why don't you come to me?