Chapter 358: Warm treasure, I am hurting 8

There was still light rain on the street, and the ground was wet and the air was filled with moist water vapor.
The number of warmers stayed on the street waiting for a long time and couldn’t wait for a carriage to pass by. I didn’t know how the man hired the carriage in the morning, but when he thought of the door of the crowd, he was smashed in the middle of the night. Warmth seems to be able to imagine how he hired the carriage...
Time is passing by a little, and the longer the number of warmth, the more flustered.
A different year ago was the separation of life and death.
For four years, she didn't know what he had experienced, and he didn't know why he refused to recognize himself...
But he doesn't recognize her as his business. She thinks he is her own business.
She does not want to be reborn and miss, and she is remorseful.
The number of warmth stepped on the rain accumulated on the ground and ran towards the direction outside the city.
The clothes that had just been replaced were quickly splashed by the rain, but she ignored it. There was only one thought left in her heart to find him.
The number of warmth ran out of breath, and several times I almost couldn’t breathe, but I ran hard to the outside of the city.
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If it wasn’t because of the madness in Beichuan in the past few days, it would have to go back to Nanxun, but it’s too lazy to ride back, so Wen’s clothes were found in a carriage, and she was comfortably lying in the carriage. Wen Youyi had to sit outside the carriage and wait for her driver.
"The scenery in Beichuan is really pleasant. If you are not on the battlefield next year, you can consider another one..."
The voice of Beier has just fallen, and there is a cry in the carriage. "I will come next year!"
Beier smiled and shrugged helplessly. He sat on the other side of the horse and said: "Let's go."

Drive
, Beier’s departure, and Wen’s clothes followed.
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The number is warm and childish.
When Qian Qian touched the peace sign, and then lifted it up, his eyes were already indifferent and cold.
When you set off, there was flying dust behind you.
In my mind, the warmth and the childish appearance are constantly switching, so this makes his heart more determined, and this battle must be won.
He wants to return to her soon and soon.
He will soon come back with a gift to see the childish.
He will soon return home brightly and protect the people he wants to protect.
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A few warm voices sounded behind me.
Hey.
The rain is bleak.
Her voice, the soft voice of the water vapor, clearly and clearly.
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The number of warmth stopped outside the city gate, grabbed the ribs, and only had time to breathe a sigh of relief. Looking up at the man on the horse, the tears blurred his eyes, blurring the man who was away from her in the sight, sobbing shout loudly--
"Uncle Uncle!"
You look back, I forgive you.
You just go like this, I will never look back at you again.
Thousands of Moller lived in the whip, half-squinting, looking intently at the distant mountains and rivers.
The big hand slowly held the cold sword.
I was holding it hard and I was shaking.
Uncle Uncle...
Uncle Uncle...
Uncle Uncle...
Will spoil him, hold his neck, kiss his lips, shouting his uncle's little girl...
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A few warm and looking at the far-sighted figure on the horse's back, he couldn't move, as if he was cold and bloodless.
The number of warmth bites the lip tightly, wanting to cry and not crying.
The whole person seems to be on the last line of defense on the dam, at any time, at any time...
The thin body is blown by the cold wind.
With tears gradually blurring his eyes, he is about to give up.
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