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Chapter 85 Reunion

Use hatred as motivation to live and as support in your heart...

Thinking back to himself, Dongchen smiled bitterly and sighed. Why was he not like this? How could he care about others?

The forgotten ones are sad, but are they the same? It’s just that the reasons for hatred are different!

In low spirits, he and Shvanadelin returned to the palace to say goodbye briefly. Just as Dongchen was about to rush back, he heard a soft cry: "Wait a minute, take your people away when you get back. I have already prepared it for you."

Supplies. If..."

"If you get information about the Forsaken's enemies in the future, I hope you can send it back. Otherwise... don't come again."

The voice that could not be refused was mixed with endless sorrow. He slowly turned around, and Dongchen only saw a lonely back.

"The country of the dead does not want to be disturbed by the living. Seeing you is the greatest cruelty to us."

He stretched out his hand blankly, but couldn't say any words of comfort anyway. He turned back sadly, and Dongchen sighed and walked silently towards the passage.

Listening to the footsteps retreating behind her, Shyvanadelin covered her face sadly, but could not shed a single tear. Her silent crying could only be felt from her shoulders that kept shaking.

The forgotten ones, while forgetting the past, are also forgotten by the past.

They chose to forget and naturally did not want to think about it again.

Burying the memories of those who were once alive, using only hatred to drive their broken bodies, the living people will only remind them of the past. Shyvana Delin is right, the Forgotten do not want to be disturbed by the living, do not want to...

This... is the sorrow of escape...

In the last days, there is still a lot of this kind of sorrow...

Walking back to the hotel with a complicated and difficult-to-understand heart, the first thing I saw was Annie standing at the door with a face full of expectation. The little girl kept crossing her feet and opened a pair of big, watery eyes.

looking into the distance.

"Brother, I see my brother! It's my brother, my brother is back..."

The crisp children's voice spread far away, and Annie waved her chubby little hands, shouting for her brother, and ran over quickly.

He took two steps, half-knelt on the ground, hugged the little girl into his arms, and hugged her soft and delicate body. Dongchen felt a deep sense of happiness: "I am not fighting alone."

"Brother, where have you been this month? Hello Annie..."

Poor Xixi's little face was covered with tears, which made people feel heartbroken. She leaned over her hard stubbled lips and gently kissed away the bitter tears. Dongchen rubbed Annie's rising and falling chest, and the little girl immediately

Do not cry.

"Brother is bad. He knows how to bully people as soon as he comes back." His little red face was buried in his chest, and he whispered softly: "Brother, how about we play games at night?"

"Okay, of course! Call your two sisters and let's play together in the evening." How can you let such a good thing pass? The little girl is so thin-skinned, how can she usually say such a thing? Someone with a strong evil aura in his heart.

, has begun to fantasize about which posture to use: "Well, like this? Not good! It should be like this. How about?... Do it all once!"

"You're back……"

With a lustful expression in his eyes, Ai Wei'er rushed out of the door after hearing the sound, and opened her mouth to call out. Her voice became softer and quieter, and her anger became louder and louder. The delicate hands holding the skirt of her clothes were pulling hard, and her neat little white teeth were clenching.

: "He is just a villain! That little girl's movie is not a good one either."

"You, please just let her go. She is still a child after all." Christina walked out and leaned against the door dumbfounded, unable to do anything about this jealous little boy.

Ai Wei'er pouted and turned her head to the side, her almond-shaped eyes red: "She is a child, so small! How is she so small? They say I am a vixen, but I think she is the real vixen."

"It's true that Dongchen is a villain." Uncle Bego walked out of the room with a look of approval, and then said with a straight face: "But my girl is definitely not a vixen."

"That's what Her Majesty the Saint said." A chorus of roars came from behind, frightening the science monster.

Looking back angrily and glaring, the five uttered Vajras slapped their chests. With a dark face, Bergobold wisely did not choose to retort: ​​"You gorillas covered in muscles, I am too lazy to be acquainted with you. I am civilized."

Man, yes! I am Wen... Ouch!"

With a miserable howl, he flew far away and fell to the ground, almost cracking his tailbone. When he heard the familiar Buddhist chants from behind, he heard a bang! He was so angry that he almost broke his big teeth: "I won't quit you."

You bald donkey, you are not a good person! Damn you bastard, why didn’t you strike this bald head with lightning? Ouch, my butt has become eight petals.”

A series of farces made the exciting reunion less sad and more hilarious.

After the party, he hugged the limp Annie to his chest, held the swollen Avril in one hand to protect him, and lay on his back in Christina's warm arms. Dongchen slowly recounted what happened this month.

While talking, I remembered something.

"Little goblin, go get the bag I brought back."

"You know how to order me, huh! Why do you need it for that broken bag?" Her little head turned aside, Ai Wei'er didn't want to listen to Dongchen's instructions.

"Good boy, go get the bag, there are good things in it." She secretly stroked the furry fox tail with her big hand and gave it a heavy squeeze. Ai Wei'er jumped up as if she was electrocuted, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and the water flowed, and she clenched her tightly.

He waved his fist vigorously: "Just wait, I'll make you look good again when I come back."

Ai Wei'er, who was thinking about how to squeeze someone dry, ran out of the house quickly and carried the torn bag that Dong Chen had thrown in the hall into the house with a look of disgust on her face.

The bag made of monster skin and veins was indeed unattractive and had a strange smell. Dongchen took it and was too lazy to keep it. He pulled hard on both sides, and a colorful magic core was sprayed out. Christina

The green cat eyes narrowed into a linear shape on the spot.

"Mine, they are all mine." She protected her chest with her left hand, and quickly picked up the magic core with her right hand. As a result, it kept falling because there were too many, but Christina didn't seem to notice and kept picking up.

Picking it up, picking it up, the little wild cat with bright eyes stared at the three people in a daze.

"Sister seems to be abnormal again." Anne moved her delicate chin slightly and bit her index finger, sighing and murmuring, which made Dongchen laugh and laugh: "Tell me, why do you need to add the word "you"?"

Avril didn't wait for Annie to answer, she snorted and stared: "Why Jiayou? It's not that she's always crazy."

Thinking back on several incidents that happened in this month, Ai Wei'er's face turned red and purple, and in the end she couldn't help but laugh.

Annie looked at Christina, whose eyes were shining and she was in a state of madness, and then at Ai Wei'er, who was lying on the bed and rolling happily, giggling and paralyzed in Dongchen's arms.

Holding tightly the little girl who was constantly shaking in his arms, Dongchen felt a little confused. What happened while he was away? These three women seemed to be hiding something from him.

Looking maliciously at Annie's great jumping up and down, Dongchen threw the poor lamb down, spread his two strong hands to the left and right, and firmly held her arms that could only be grasped: "Tell brother,

Why are you laughing? Or I will eat you?"

Her large, watery eyes stared at Dongchen timidly, and Annie raised her chest: "Brother wants to eat? If brother wants to eat, just eat!"

Before he finished speaking, his face was already congested with blood. Anne, whose face was bright red, suddenly lost Dongchen's sanity, and he couldn't care less about asking why.

The big bad wolf pounced on the little lamb, and the fox on the side bent down with a smile. It was another crazy and beautiful night.


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