Chapter 222: Extra (eight)

Fanwai (eight)
Mu smoked himself for a long time, and later it was the summer stop to open his door.
The dark room was suddenly bright, and he looked up and saw the silver-haired master.
In the summer, the road went straight, and the silver robes crossed the dark floor, as if the galaxy had crossed the night sky, leaving a starburst.
He is like a frost: "Who bullied you."
Mu smoked back to God, he stood up and took a courtesy: "Brother."
Xia stopped and asked him: "Who."
A simple word, Mu smoked and a cold sweat, he hurriedly said: "No... no one bullied me."
From small to large, he was almost stopped by the summer, but Mu smoked very clearly, his brother hurt him very much, really took care of him. In the early years, he was counted by the villain and broke his arm. In the summer, he stopped talking about the thief's nest, and cleared it up and down.
Mu smoke is afraid of the master, not because he is jealous of him, but because he hurts him.
The skin is not afraid of jealousy. What he fears most is to make people who really care about him sad.
Summer breaks my eyebrows and wrinkles: "Isn't anyone really bullying you?"
Where can anyone bully him? To tell the truth, he also bullied the silver wolf, and he smoked and said: "I am self-sufficient."
Xia stopped to watch him for a while.
Mu smoked and smiled: "It's okay... I just drilled the horns, and now I want to understand."
Summer stopped again: "Hand."
Mu smoked and handed the wrist to him and said: "It's okay, I didn't get hurt, okay..."
Summer stopped to look at him: "Shut up."
Mu smoked and stood up, I don’t want to have a long mouth.
After trying the lower vein, the summer stop was slightly slower. He said: "You are not young, you have to be noisy again."
Mu smoked this and heard it many times. It used to be the left ear and the right ear. If there is a lot of words, it can be said that the master is leaving the sleeves... but at this time it is another taste, and he hangs his head. , whispered: "Yeah."
Summer paused and asked him: "Is nothing really going on?"
Mu smoked to say 'nothing', but the words seemed to be stuck on the eyes of the blind, so I couldn’t release it. He paused, the throat was surging, and finally the nose was sour, saying The sentence that lingered on the chest: "Brother... I fell in love with someone."
I have been hiding for six years, buried countless years, smashed from the blood of my heart, and brought some bitterness.
Mu smoked not said to the chaos, did not say to Chi Yangzi, did not even say to himself, but he said to the summer stop.
Because he knows that the master is practicing the heart, he does not understand what love is, and he can't understand it, so he said this, and the master will not feel anything.
As he thought, the summer stop did not change, it was calm listening.
Mu smoked inner barriers have cracks, very fine and fine, but they can no longer stop the emotions of surging.
"I shouldn't like him, and I shouldn't provoke him, but I..." He choked and said it all.
The love for the chaos, the remembrance of the six years of obedience, the hatred of myself, and the pain of hurting the chaos... all poured out.
Xia stopped watching him, and moved his eyes down a bit: "Is that what he gave you?"
He asked the little beads that Mu smoked tightly. Mu smoke can not help but hold tighter, the sound is more and more unconformed: "Well."
The cold finger in the summer stopped on the forehead of Mu smoked: "Since he loves him, why leave him."
Mu smoked and smashed, the coldness between the foreheads warmed the desolate chest.
"Don't leave, don't leave." The scorpion of the summer stop is still so cold, the sound is smooth and there is no ups and downs, but every word that has been said has fallen to the heart of Mu smoked. "It is very sad to be left behind." ""
Being left behind is very sad... Mu smoked and looked at the brother, but he saw the chaotic eagle, he must be very sad, right? He loves him like that, and he is so stubborn...
He deceived him, lied to him, hurt him, but he didn't say anything, even the look of anger, he only said that he understood, he understood what he was so stupid how could understand!
The smoked gray scorpion regained its brilliance. He said: "Brother, I am going to find him." Even if he is with the chaos, his life will stop here. It doesn't matter. He still has many years, he wants to be with him. Together, not to pursue the ascension with regret and despair!
Mu smoked to the heart, but did not find him in the chaos of the chaos.
He went looking for it everywhere, except for the Weixin Palace, where almost all the other places went. He is afraid to go to the Weixin Palace. When he is close to the Jiuyuan Emperor, he will feel it. When it is time, it will increase trouble.
Mu smoked only had to go back to the chaotic eagle's house and wait patiently for him.
He thought a lot, good and bad, bad, unfortunate, rough... all thought about it again. But he is not afraid of anything! Originally, he was not obsessed with flying, and since he was destined to pass this love, it would be! It’s just the Master’s side... um, first squatting, how long it takes to wait, how long it takes for Master to go out, and really don’t follow him.
Anyway, don't separate, never separate. He likes chaotic hawks. The chaos also likes him. He doesn't want to leave him and he doesn't want to be left!
Mu smoked for a long time still did not wait for the chaos, he was anxious, afraid of what happened to him, but the whole heart has been searched, can not find.
Where will the chaos go? Is it really in the heart of the palace? It’s been so long, hasn’t it come out yet? Only the palace of the emperor, he did not dare to enter easily.
Wait a minute... wait a minute...
Just thinking about it, Mu smoked and flashed a flash of light, he immediately got up, hurried out, went to Xinghai.
In the initial place, he saw his silver wolf.
He stood there alone, behind the scarlet scorpion, but in the eyes of the blue sea.
Mu smoked the tip of the nose, and the eyelids became red. After walking close to the chaotic eagle, he held him hard: "I'm sorry."
The chaotic eagle hasn't returned to God for a long time. He has been here for too long. He has been standing for too long. He has seen countless illusions and has seen countless times of smoked smoke...so he does not think that the people in front of him are real.
Until the tears of soreness wrapped around his lips and teeth.
The chaos finally reacted. His eyes moved and his voice was hoarse: "You..."
"I'm sorry, sorry..." Mu smoked constantly apologizing, kept kissing him, and kept talking about his heart and lungs. "I won't leave you again, I won't leave you anymore, forgive me, chaotic eagle, forgive me."
It’s really a smoked, real smoke, not a phantom that will be scattered.
The chaotic eagle’s brain snorted and hugged him.
He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't think of anything, and his mind was blank. Only the Huaizhong people gave him a real touch.
He wants to hold him tight, he must hold him tight, no matter what, no matter what happens, even if he wants to go, he can no longer let go.
This taste is enough once.