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There was another one who hugged him tightly.
Give him the last place to stay, and take him to escape.
Escape from the love and hatred that has not yet been broken.
"Allo."
Shi Wu Luo heard Qiu Bo Deng's barely audible voice.
As light as babbling.
Shi Wuluo's hand holding his shoulder bone moved up a little, and his fingers stroked his neck neither lightly nor heavy, which was a response and a comfort. Qiu Bodeng turned his head to the side, his face pressed against his chest, the sound of the shaft wood, the sound of the wheel and the whole world gradually faded away... Only the sound of the beating of another person's heart remained, through the clothes and the flesh, still Clear and reassuring.
In fact, this embrace is not really warm.
Shi Wuluo's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, and the black shirt can only separate the slight coldness that comes with him. Don't expect any warmth to come out... There can be no warmer hug than this.
The tense body slowly loosened.
"Just a sinner..."
Qiu Bodeng laughed at himself lightly.
Shi Wuluo pulled down the black shirt wrapped around Qiu Bodeng a little, pressed his fingers on his lower jaw, and forced him to raise his face strongly and restrainedly. The erratic morning mist smeared on Qiu Bodeng's green hairpin, and his face was pale and transparent in the cold sky.
"You are not a sinner."
He looked into Qiu Bodeng's eyes, word for word.
Qiu Bodeng looked at him fixedly.
"you are not."
Shi Wuluo repeated it again.
He was tougher than ever before, stubbornly and firmly repeating a fact he believed.
"Okay. Listen to you."
Qiu Bodeng said in a low voice.
He leaned meekly on Shi Wuluo's shoulder, like a real runaway eldest lady, obedient to what he believed to be his sweetheart. Shi Wuluo reached out and pulled a strand of loose hair behind his ear for him, then reattached the green feather hairpin that was sloping on his temples, and then pressed him into his arms again.
He tried so hard to embed him in his body.
Qiu Bodeng did not make a sound.
Just snuggle, just pamper.
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The desert walking team has left the previously flat wilderness and entered a more rugged hilly area.
In the sound of the old horse's nose, Han Er habitually looked to see if anyone was left behind.
When looking at the end of the line, the corners of his eyes suddenly couldn't help twitching.
I saw that in the carriage that was some distance away from the others, the unbelievably beautiful young lady and the taciturn young man in black were sitting on the crossbar in front of the carriage. The distance between the two was very close—well, To put it simply, the beauty with the beaded emerald slanted directly nestled in the young man's arms, leaning on his shoulder without caring about the eyes of others.
... motherfucker.
Everyone should be envious, okay?
If it weren't for the cold temperament of "everyone owes me 8 million" on the face of the young man in black, Han Er wanted to get up and ask, how did he kidnap such a beautiful girl?
"is it necessary?"
Han Er said sourly.
I'm tired of spending time together, and my wife... It's so fucking jealous!
The old mule, who was riding on the mule next to him, heard the words, glanced over there, and withdrew his gaze with no surprise, continued to weave rattan shoes, and said casually: "What's the matter, the rich lady's daughter, chug so much. It's so easy to escape, nine times out of ten you still have to go back... If you can stay with Xianghao, you must stay together."
"what?"
Han Er was stunned for a moment.
Father Mule patted the rattan shoe with a braided sole, and patted it a little tighter: "I've seen it a few times in my life, and in the end, either the girl can't bear the hard times and runs back by herself, or the family chases after it. Come up, grab it back... But, these young couple are really loving."
He sighed.
"I hope I can escape."
Looking back at the carriage again, Han Er suddenly understood.
——Because don’t know what the future will look like, don’t know when will go back to the cage, so no matter how short or small the time is, you must cherish it, so you must ignore the world’s eyes and seize any breath. Machines snuggle together.
"By the way," Father Mule remembered something, and patted Han Er's shoulder with a half-knitted rattan shoe, "Don't look at others, what about you kid? When will you get a daughter-in-law... I said you're not too young. already."
"Don't rush, don't rush, is this a problem that I can get it if I want? The female nuns don't like me, what can I do?"
As soon as Father Mule mentioned this, Han Er's forehead started to hurt.
"I don't like you? It's not because you're poor. Every day, you spend a little bit of money. If you save it early, you can save enough money to buy a yard in the city..." Mule Dad stared.
Han Er twitched the corners of his mouth, not bothering to correct him that a cultivator is a Taoist companion. It's not like a mortal person. It's not easy if you have money but no cultivation base and no sect - but then again, whether it's a cultivator or a sect. For mortals, whether or not they have money is a big problem! Among the ways to pursue your sweetheart listed in the "Juji Book" produced by Shanhaige, the first one is "do what you like and give what you need"... That is to say, if the person you like is a sword cultivator, then Best to give him or her a good sword, again a scabbard sword spike...
The problem is, a good sword is worth the price of a big yard!
When he was young, Han Er also had a budding heart, but after he carefully and rationally calculated how many silver taels the series of methods mentioned in "Ju Dove Book" would cost...
Forget it, for those who practice martial arts, the sword is the wife.