Chapter 1639: Not as much as him (seven)

Chapter 1639 is not as good as him (7)
The wind stretched out his hand, and pressed his head to remember all the things that were forgotten.
But the man in front of her, looking at her with affectionate and obsessive eyes, gradually dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
At the moment, inside the wing.
The south string slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, his face was under the cold moonlight, with a warm glow.
"Master, how is the princess?" Xiaoqing asked anxiously.
"My head is very strong, no one can hurt him."
"Oh."
Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief. He asked: "Would you want to take up the soul of the princess? Is it a ghost?" Fortunately, the princess is more powerful, otherwise the man who took the princess’s body to the sister’s body Do? After all, the princess is too much for girls."
The South String cools and squints at Xiaoqing: "I only know that it is okay, but what happened is not clear. Everything the Lord Soul sees will not be known to me, but..."
He paused: "One thing I am sure, you will become a snake."
Xiaoqing: "..."
It is only concerned about the princess, why the owner is so cruel every time.
Nanxian didn't have time to take care of Xiaoqing, because the wind was already waking up.
She rubbed her aching temple and slowly opened her eyes. In her eyes was a beautiful face.
"National Division!"
The wind suddenly rose and hugged the South String. Her arm was very hard, she was afraid... I would lose him.
The South String was suffocated by his awkwardness, and the bones were falling apart.
It can be seen that the wind looks like this, he still did not bother her, just gently put his hand on her back.
"what happened?"
"I don't really remember it," the wind lifted his face. "I only remember, I seem to see someone who looks a lot like you, and then... someone in my mind has been calling a name."
"what name?"
"Southern Changfeng!"
This seems to be engraved in the depths of her memory, every time I hear the name that will be painful.
Nanxian’s fingers trembled, and the woman slammed into the arms. He bowed his head and licked her head with his chin:
Let, no matter what happens, I will always be with you.

"National teacher," a smile smiled on the face of the wind. "Before those people, they always called you south wind."
The south string is low and silent.
"Fuchen said that I am the nine emperors. He also told me that the nine emperors had a lover. She left the mountain gate to save her lover. After that, she disappeared."
"Peace..."
"So, at first glance, I first saw you, I first felt that I wanted to sleep, maybe the nine emperors of that year could not sleep in the South, and I will inherit her wish in this life."
She did not know what the story of the Nine Emperors and the South Changfeng.
But... Nan Changfeng’s eyes have been lingering in her heart for a long time.
Only if you love someone to the extreme, he will not let her go even if he is dead. Even death... will be so sad.
The world has said that the two people who love each other, the one who lives is the most painful.
This is not the case.
The sorrow of living, the one who died... As long as he thinks that the beloved is left in the world by him, he will still be sad.
The south string has a low lip, leaving a soft kiss on the girl's forehead: "You are a pour, I am a South string, nothing more."
(End of this chapter)