two love (gl)

Chapter 164

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Rao Song Ze is a bag of fire, and she will laugh at her angrily. "You, you..."

"I... the flower picker who loves you."

"You flower picker who only knows how to run away."

"Don't run away anymore. I will go to heaven and earth, and I can't escape from your palm. Song Ze, in the illusion, everything I say is true."

"What did you say? You liar."

"I like you, I like you, I..."

He blocked the flower picker's mouth and didn't let her continue.The flower picker always speaks nicely, but she just likes it.Mingming had made up his mind to hang up the first meeting without saying a word before talking.But listening to her babbling, being bullied by a donkey and falling down, every mouthful of joy, every mouthful of love, her heart softened into a mess, like a madman.

After the kiss, Song Jie combed her hair, and after inserting the magnolia hairpin, Song Jie said: "You can use dinner? Come back with me. Suiyuan has the best cook in Luoshui City, so it must suit your taste. Ah, There is also a wooden figure in the garden, which I used to practice kungfu when I was young, hehehe, I carved her name on the back of her neck."

Song has a bad feeling. "what is it call?"

"My name is Song Ze. When I was young, my master always thought that I was not as good as you and that. After she scolded me, I went to chop up that wooden man."

"What do you see the wood for?"

"Chop." Song Jie waved his hand and gestured, chopping and chopping.

Thankfully she can tell. "So... a deep hatred?"

"No, it's deep love, unforgettable."

"Pooh."

(Finish)

The author has something to say: The temptation of each other--the two love each other, it is finally over.

Like everyone, I am very sad, but the story will end one day.

Thank you for accompanying me all the way, thank you for recommending this article to others, thank you for every comment and mine, and thank you for every understanding.

It seems that I forgot to mention before that the radio drama of the couple's love was authorized to the Qingzhisheng Radio Drama Club, and there should be material released before the end of the year.

Regarding the issue of side stories and physical books, it is hard to say now, if there is, the news will be announced as soon as possible.

Afterwards, I will do homework for the new article "Arabian Nights", and first finish writing the third story of White Snake and Lei Yuyu's third story, The Resentment of the Pig and the short stories.

Finally, thank you all the guests again.

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Chapter 120

After dealing with the affairs of the sect, Song will go to Fangheya to stand for a while, looking at the unknown place through the sea of ​​clouds and mountains.Somewhere in the vast land, there is her flower picker.As long as you think of this, the feeling of looking at the clouds is also different, as if there is a kind of tenderness surging between the sky and the earth.

How did it feel to be standing here?

Since she took over the Yinshen Sect, she always spends some time here every year.Many people in the sect disapproved of her and tried different ways to fight against her. She endured it, but it was always unpleasant.

Fanghe Cliff is her paradise, where she can breathe and calm down.

Facing the vast sea of ​​clouds, she swore secretly that she would definitely sit firmly in the position of suzerain so that those people would have nothing more to say.

At that time, there will also be hatred and resentment, resentment for the incompetence of the imperial court, and resentment for the recklessness of the martial arts.

If Tongxuan Realm came to help that day, the mountains and rivers would not be broken that year, Princess Zhaoming would not be raped and killed, and each of them might still be innocent children in the sect.

Whenever such a thought arises, she will laugh at herself and break it. There may be many naive monks in the same school, but it is absolutely impossible to be her.

If the invasion of Heishui Kingdom was repulsed that day, would she have been sent to Heishui Kingdom and become a political victim for restoring the friendship between the two countries?

In this way, there would be no her now. Without her, the life trajectory of many people might change.

At the very least, Abao's family will not be affected by the flames of war, and Tongxuan Realm will lose a colorful flower picker.

Even if she was adopted by Elder Fei in the end, he would not become her childhood nightmare.

Is this happy or sad for her?

Avoiding the answer and not thinking about it, Song Ze felt an indescribable regret and sense of loss when he thought of losing arms with that little thief.The answer is self-evident.

Song would not tell Song Jie about this feeling, lest the little thief would be too complacent and not even know who he was.Thinking of the beaming look of the flower picker, the corners of Song Ze's mouth curled up slightly.

Then there was a sigh, she hadn't seen Song Jie for many days.

When was the last time I saw her? The spring flowers were just in time, and the flower picker made hairpins for her.But she only thinks that people are more charming than flowers.

Coquettish and delicate.

The whole person is soft there, as if there is no bone, like a weak willow supporting the wind, like a soft cloud, the only thing that can be squeezed out is water.

Song Ze's face was slightly hot.

The flower picker usually practiced with her master in the Mingjing Sect, practiced with her master outside the sect, and wandered around the mortal world from time to time. After the two were together, they really got together less and separated more.

However, cultivators in the Tongxuan Realm can retreat for tens of hundreds of years. From this point of view, the separation between the two is not too long.

The sun was setting and the sky was getting late, Song Ze was about to go down the mountain to leave, when he suddenly felt a movement in his heart, he was surrounded by a fragrant wind, and then fell into a warm embrace.

The white clothes with golden thread and cloud patterns and dark flowers, who else would it be if it weren't for the flamboyant flower picker.

When it comes to dressing, she is already flamboyant. After the matter of buying a godshou donkey with money earlier, her master, Mrs. Fei, who is even more flamboyant than her, felt ashamed that her disciples were ashamed of their pockets, and often threw some spirit stones to use them. Giving her the magic clothes, and even the Supreme Daoist Master Du gave her a spiritual sword. The little thief's tail was soaring to the sky, and he couldn't close his mouth with pride.

It was supposed to reward her with a slap and tell her to attack suddenly, but Song Ze is greedy for this long-lost embrace, the person he misses, and never wants to let go.

"you……"

Song Ze only said one word, and Song Jie imitated her tone and talked to himself.

"You hug and hug like this, it makes people see what it looks like."

"Of course it looks so good... Everyone is envious, but I only regret that I don't have it."

While she was talking, she was smiling, sweet and delicate, but her hands hugged Song Zongzhu tightly without letting go.

Unexpectedly, instead of pushing her away this time, Song Ze hugged her back.The faint plum fragrance poured into the tip of her nose, and Song kissed her on the cheek.

Song Zongzhu has always relied on his status outside, and is serious and serious. Even though it is a very light and shallow kiss, Song Jie can't help but ask: "Miss me?"

That beaming energy was like digging a gold mine.

"Hmm." Hearing that she was happy, Song Ze was also happy, and simply admitted it.

"I miss you too."

"I think I still run here and there, so I don't know if I just came back and went to Luoshui City."

Song Jie wondered, "Hey, how do you know?"

Song Ze said: "The plum fragrance on your body. It is already golden autumn, but you are covered with plum fragrance, but you went to Luoshui City to get some fragrance?"

She knew her better than Song Jie imagined.Song Jie couldn't help hugging her tighter: "Those who know me, Song Ze. Didn't you also say that you like this fragrance, and I specially asked someone to change it according to your fragrance, and now it smells even better?"

Song Ze took a sniff, and it was indeed a bit more cold than before.But what's the point of changing according to her fragrance?

"As soon as I use this incense, it feels like you are by my side..."

Song Ze hooked his lips, this sweet-talking little thief.

"When you sleep, surrounded by this fragrance, it's like being hugged and kissed by you..."

Song Ze was taken aback, his ears were a little red, he patted her, and pretended to be cold and said: "Cultivator meditates, why do you sleep? If you are lazy all day long, your master doesn't care about you, why don't I teach you."

"Well, if you teach me, I definitely won't sleep. We don't stop double repairing from morning to night, even though the warranty is increased day by day."

"Bah, no one is serious." The two of them were gentle for a while, the cold wind blowing off the crane cliff was like a sharp knife, Song Ze took Song Jie's hand and walked down the mountain with her.