MTL - The Phoenix Arises-Chapter 529 His initial heart has always been worry-free...

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The warm-faced face instantly became pale, and a heart sank to the bottom of the lake, and it hurts.

Immortal life, no child...

There are only a few words, but he is so overwhelmed.

No worries, his worry...

why?

Why is God so cruel?

Looking at his son's uncomfortable look, Duanmu couldn't help but his eyes were slightly wet.

"Is there a possibility of lifting?"

The string is warm and the eyes are red, but there is no tear.

Duanmu's nose was sour, and he shook his head unbearably.

The curse of the monarch has been for several billion years. If there is a way to lift it, her mother will not have to reincarnate.

"This time you may go to the elves to find a way, just..."

Duanmu opened his mouth and couldn't say it.

"I was ruined by me?"

Wen string suddenly laughed.

The smile that looked like a madman stung the eyes of Duanmu and stabbed her heart.

The temperature string slowly turned and walked out like a soulless shell.

"Do not forget your heart." Just fine...

The low and firm voice came from behind, and the string was stiff, and suddenly the eyes regained brilliance, and the heavy footsteps became much lighter.

From the snowy temple, Wenxian went to Wuyouge.

On the wide arhat bed, the little man is closing his eyes and sleeping sweetly.

Looking at the cute sleeping face like a baby, Wen string couldn't help but lean over her smooth and white forehead and gently printed a kiss.

The worry-free curled eyelashes trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

"String brother."

The soft voice is full of joy.

A glimpse of the string, looking at the sly otters, his face apologized.

"Well you up?"

Shaking his head without worry, "No, I am waiting for you."

Waiting for you to come to me.

Looking at the blue-violet on the face of Wenling, the worry-free nose was sour, raising his hand and gently stroking the big redness.

"Is it difficult for you?"

The hoarse voice with some whimpers.

Warm string lips, lovingly wipe the tears in her eyes.

"No, hey is very good to me."

No worries, obviously do not believe in the string of words, from the arms to find the ointment, silently wiped the red and swollen wounds on the face of Wenling.

Looking at the worry-free and cute expression, there was a smile in the warm string.

"Really, he agreed to our marriage."

The hand of the rubbing medicine was stunned and radiant.

"really?"

Wen string chuckles, "Of course it is true, three days later, the wedding is held in the devil world."

In the devil world?

Frustrated and frowning, the smile on his face was reduced by a moment.

"In the devil's family, string brother, you, it doesn't matter?" Pink water apologetically looked at the temperature string.

Warm string choking lips, gently wandering into my arms.

"I really like the Devil, where is where you grow up."

Where did she grow up, how could he not like it?

Hearing the temperature string like the devil world, no worries and rejoicing.

Great, she can finally get married with her brother.

"I will be a worry-free person in the future, and I must be good to me without worry!"

The slaps of the banter sounded, and the taste of the silk was spoiled.

Worry-free lips, stretched out a small hand to hold the warm face of the handsome face, and seriously said, "string brother, I will be good to you."

very good......

Looking at the worry-free and serious face, the warmth of the heart and the heart, I couldn't help but lean over and kiss the delicate lips.

No worries, slowly close your eyes, reach out and climb the neck of the string, learn how he looks, stick out the tongue, and entangle with it.

Under the yellowish candlelight, the two figures overlap intimately, extending the taste of incomparable happiness.

Outside the room.

"cough......"

Ye Bing Ning's pretty face coughed with a red cough. "That, the string kid is quite good."

Jun no evil black face, a pair of others owe him a lot of money, all the unhappy is written on his face.

"The key is that you like it."

Ye Bing is the mother-in-law who looks at the son-in-law, and the more she looks, the more she looks.

"Humph......"

Innocently, he snorted and slammed his sleeves and returned to the room.

The son of Wen Xian is owed, waiting for him to see him tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Jun Nothing went to Bai Xuan Xuan.

"Hey."

Looking at the black face of the innocent, Wen string some guilty lips.

Jun no evil, cold eyes squinted at the eye, the more annoying.

A red fruit flew over and the string was subconsciously caught.

"have eaten."

The cold voice is full of impatience.

A string of warm strings, obediently picked up the medicinal herbs and wanted to stuff them into the mouth, but they were suddenly pulled by the innocent.

Wen string doubtfully looks at the innocent.

There is something awkward in the innocence. "You, you want to be clear, this is the most poisonous sterilized fruit in the devil world. There is no antidote to this thing."

Not only do not have antidote, but also do not want to live.

The petite figure outside the room, almost heard the words of the innocent, almost screamed out.

Sterilization fruit?

why?

Why do you want to force your brother to eat sterilized fruit?

The truth is almost ready to go, but there is no worries but still not willing to believe.

The warm-cold lips and micro-hooks squinted at the red fruit in the hand, and the wind swallowed lightly.

When I saw the temperature string, I swallowed the sterilized fruit, and when I was worried, I fell on the red column and almost fainted.

I did not expect that the temperature string would be so simple, and there is no smell in the heart.

He clearly has a better choice. He can choose another woman and choose to have his own child, but he has chosen the most difficult one to go.

In the future, he will never have another son for life.

Jun's innocent look gaze at the temperature string for a long time, and my heart is not quite a taste.

"That one......"

"Hide the soup, I want to feed her personally." Wen Xianqiang endured the cramps in the body, word by word.

"it is good."

Jun Wu patted his shoulder and turned out of the room.

When the king walked away, the Wen string could no longer support falling to the ground.

It was as hot as a sea of ​​fire, as if to burn him to ashes, and the pain of the knife, as if to hollow out his internal organs.

It’s so hot and hot, it hurts so much...

The body unconsciously curled up, the temperature string consciousness gradually became blurred, and in the end there was only one petite shadow.

His initial heart has always been worry-free...

What is the difference between him and him?

It seems that the heart is in the spirit, the worry-free face is pale, and close to the heart, as if all the pain suffered by the string, she feels the same.

Strongly propped up, no worries did not enter the house, but slowly walked out of the white string Xuan.

No worries sneaked back to the devil world, and entered the secret room that never let her enter.

Holding the parchment that has been yellowed and ruined, the hands can't keep shaking.

Holding the parchment, worry-free curling up like a string.

Throughout the day, she stayed in the secret room without worry. When the people in the palace asked her to find her crazy, she returned.

Did not go anywhere, directly into the white string Xuan.

In the yard, a man, like a dead, does not move, and behind him, is a straight blood.

For a moment, the tears of worry-free tears down like a broken pearl.

"String brother..."

Worried and ran over, carefully holding the string into his arms.

Looking at the fleshy legs, the worry-free tears are getting more and more urgent.

"Why is it so stupid, so, so stupid?"

"No worries..."

Wen string stunned and opened her eyes, seeing no worries and bringing her into her arms.

"where did you go?"

The string is holding the worry-free, holding tightly, and the face is full of joys that are lost.

No worries raised his tears, holding a warm face, and kissed it.

Unlike the gentle and shyness of the past, this kiss is as stormy as this storm.

The salty tears slipped into the mouth and entangled at the tip of the tongue.

No worries and madness, such as dehydrated fish, as if only the drop of sweetness between his lips, so that she has the courage to relive.

Wild and warm kisses, burning the string of temperature, as if forgetting all the pain, only immersed in the rare happiness.

When the silver moon is empty, the breeze blows up.

In the yard, the two are entangled, as if to kiss the old days, the sea is dry.

Anxious to find people who are worry-free, knowing that there is no worries into the white string Xuan, they are all settled, but no one came to Bai Xianxuan to bother them.

The two embraced each other and slept overnight.

The morning sun shone in and lit up the room.

No worries, open your eyes, looking at the handsome face of the opposite face, can not help but stretch out the small hand.

Slim white fingers, a little bit of meticulous depiction of his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his lips, fingers stunned, rubbing his lips in the corners of the lips, how can not get back.

The lips are slightly raised, and the mouth is open, including the white fingers.

No worries and a red face, immediately take back your fingers.

"Do you sleep?"

The small mouth is slightly stunned, and the voice is grievanced in the voice.

The warm-column lips and micro-hooks, one turned over will push the worry-free under the body, and without a word, they came to a hot kiss, and they kissed without a worries.

"Hungry, I am going to cook for you."

Wen string gasping, bowed his head on the worry-free lips, and then turned to get out of bed.

Looking at the back of the warm string, the worry-free light flashes.

Yesterday's business, no worries did not ask, Wen Xian did not mention, the two seem to have never happened.

After using the early breakfast, Wen Wencheng went to Ziyanyuan. When he said nothing, he was caught in the cold.

"You really......"

The eyes were cold and red, and there was no complete sentence in the mouth.

Wen string wore his wrist and smiled exaggeratedly.

"You are a girl, I am not sick, what pulse do you give me?"

Cool eyes don't talk, but the eyes are redder.

"I, I want to ask you to avoid medicine."

Wen string red face, some do not pinch.

The chills took a deep breath and felt so sad that they could barely speak.

"You, you really decided..."

"It's going to be harmless."

The string is warm, and there is a prayer in the eyes of the cold.

The chilly is a glimpse, no longer ask, no longer said, turned to the pharmacy, with the medicine to be warm, and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

After taking the medicine, the warm string thanked him and turned and left.

Looking at the lonely and firm back in front, the tears couldn't help but slip down, and disappeared without entering the clothes.