"You want me to be your wife, or I’ll be your wife." The sage coaxed him when he knew he was back. "My mother witnessed me as your wife. Don’t cry, baby. I’d rather die than make you sad."
He put on a heroic expression on the face of the sage and broke off that beautiful head to show him how much he loved him.
But Lin Yuhang didn’t look at him. He hung his head with long bangs, and the sage couldn’t see whether he was crying or not. He tried to reach out and touch his face, but he turned his head away.
"It’s no shame to cry," the sage said. "I cried one person today, and it’s even."
"I don’t want to be even with sages" spit out a sentence sullenly.
"Do you want me to be your wife?" The sage retreated. "Look, it’s my birthday today. I’m going to have a birthday I’ll never forget …"
"A sage doesn’t have to be like this," but the man said, "I’m not a loser."
Said also send Freya that piece of element blanket out.
Sage? !
sage
The sage didn’t expect the king’s egg to be willing to throw in the towel. I don’t know if he was too tired to cry just now. It seems that he doesn’t want to entangle the beautiful head in this dispute any more. The sage dialed the hair in front of his eyes, and his apricot eyes were red with water stains. The man closed his eyes and sighed. "Losing to the sage … it’s no big deal. I lost to the sage long ago."
That tone made the sage feel distressed and tight. The sage kissed his eyes and rolled up the salty tears to the bottom of his heart. Is this little madness really crying? It is good that he is willing to show the sage whether it is bad or not.
The sage kissed him carefully for a while, and his eyes kissed his lips again.
Holding his waist and abdomen, looking for the origin of mana
The bruise body clung to him involuntarily.
Not enough. He knows he’s not enough. It’s not enough.
The sage himself was hot and warm, and his arms were cold. "You didn’t lose to me." The sage hugged him for a while and then sat down and let him rest on his arms. "Do we win or lose regardless of each other in this life?"
"Then it’s my turn!" When Wang Egg’s eyes lit up, he suddenly recovered his strength, like "A sage will be my wife!"
He still remembered, but he couldn’t get up. His magic power had been lost because the wand was out of control by the sage. The picture made him squint. He heard the garbage sage ask him, "Are you sure?"
"…" He pursed his lips and said nothing.
A wise man deserves to be a chef. A wise man plays with a magic wand and brushes egg yolks with souffles.
He suddenly felt a little hungry. He wanted to leave here. He thought he would go back for supper.
Where would the sage let him go? He soon replaced Naijingge with his name.
It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but it’s the first time they’ve made it just
King egg back his arms arched an unprecedented radian.
Until this time, the sage is still a good boy.
Even if the king wants to lose the bet, he wants to ask his permission.
The king’s egg doesn’t show anything. A pair of beautiful almond eyes are swinging and absent
Sage when he acquiesced.
The sage took out the bottle that he had crooked and said, "I wish the moon to be a sage" and "Manabian Pill", looked at it and gave it to him.
……
Two words are omitted here.
He looked up at the sage, and so did the sage. His expression was frank as if they were having an academic discussion.
This is what happened, he sighed, and the sage can do whatever he wants.
He decided to go back and let the old man eat instant noodles for a month. What did he want to send?
Three words are omitted here.
At the end, the sage felt a little distressed and wanted to put his hand in his arms. The man smiled and bit his shoulder bone.
When the sage saw that he didn’t mind, he put the element blanket he brought on the edge of the stage and carried him away.
"Lie Ping" sage coaxed him into "course of treatment"
-the sage still remembers the king’s egg two years ago.
Beautiful almond eyes with water vapor, this time I didn’t cry, my eyes were flushed deeply and the wind forest volcano went into the sea, but a color sage himself couldn’t help crying.
"Thank you …" He heard his sob "Thank you for admiring the moon"
Such a good Lin Xianyue is willing to commit himself to give him all his wishes on his birthday.
Willing to lie here and give up everything
The world is so big and the years are so long, they still have time to have each other for the rest of their lives.
As Naijing sang-
Cold comes and summer goes;
Hand in hand is grey;
As pale as I am;
Dream a dream;
Lin Yuxing shouted his name in a dumb voice when he reached the metaphysical coordinates in the universe again.
The sage hugged him "I"
Mom sang at him and called him over and over again, just as they were studying at the moment.
How much therapeutic power does Pure White Power have after several generations of dilution?