Chapter 1777: Hell Envoy's exclusive Appreciator (26)

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There was no sleepiness in the whole night, but there was nothing in my heart.
Because she knows that it is safe, there are nine life, there are nights, and Lan Fan.
Everyone seems to be protecting her, even if some people are silent and not showing each other.
Night Mu has been standing at her door, holding a book of Shang Dynasty in her hand, quietly guarding.
Du Jiusheng did not drive him down the stairs, and there was a very strange feeling in his heart. In order to protect her, there is a person who would rather live in the world for six hundred years.
As a natural way of being a messenger of hell, it is a difficult matter to be recalled by the government without being summoned.
That kind of pain is even more terrible than the next eighteen layers of hell.
Jin Rongfeng’s heart is full of resentment, and he can stay in the world for six hundred years and understand.
But the night is pure, just to protect a person and stay, but also really ... affectionate.
What did he do six hundred years ago? Just protect her?
The sentence of six hundred years ago was said to be because of what.
He never felt that losing memory is a bad thing. The memory of the world has joy and sorrow, and there is love, and these things are all superfluous emotions that can change the rational judgment.
He has always felt that no memory is a blessing.
But now, he suddenly wants to have it, and that forgot the memory of six hundred years.
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On the early morning of the next day, Luo Dust got up early, and when he opened the door, he saw the night sitting at the door. The original empty gallery had a sofa.
"You... don't you go back?" Luo Dust pointed to the sofa: "Where is a sofa?"
"Six hundred years ago, I was a princess's personal bodyguard, and it was inseparable!" The night murmured: "The sofa is your master... It’s nine students, and suddenly fell asleep and fell asleep."
"Oh..." Luo Ding didn't hold back and smiled and looked at him. "He didn't give you a quilt."
"I am not afraid of cold..." The night was a bit stunned and touched the back of the head. The smile still looked at her brightly: "Go to breakfast?"

Luo Dian looked at the closed door opposite and nodded.
Good.

When I walked out of the library, I found that the sky was dark, rainy and rainy.
The night had hit the umbrella, and some confused words: "The weather forecast yesterday said that today is a sunny day, how suddenly it rained!"
Luo dusted his head very deeply and said: "It seems like this often, or it is raining heavily or snowing."
"Hey--" five consecutive sighs rang behind them, Lan Fan, a blue and white sweater, with a white bow tie slowly said: "The brother will be in a bad mood."
"what?"
"Sadness will rain, anger will snow..."
?
"Cough--" Luo Dingqing cleared the throat: "Really?"
"Really!" Lan Fan glanced at the dark sky: "Like this sudden rain and snow, it is probably a bad mood for the brother."
"What happens when I feel good?" Luo dusted a glimpse of the dust, and a faint stream of light flashed through the scorpion.
"I don't know!" Lan Fan shrugged and said: "The brother has never been in a good mood, or he has not seen it in a good mood!"
"I know." The night faint smiled: "He is exactly the same as that."
"You... know?" Lan Fan looked at the night with some incredulity. After all, he felt that he should be the person who knows the most about Jiusheng.
At least, better than Red Moon.