He put his hand down from Yuehua's neck, and stood under the willow tree with her, leaning beside him.
Watching the east turn white little by little...until the rising sun rises.
Yuehua's desires gradually became controlled, and calmness was the king.
There is also the sound of sword making distracting energy, otherwise I really don’t know how to control it. If I can’t control it, would I be strong against Your Highness the Princess?
Then you won’t commit a death sentence!
Although I am already His Highness’s member, but His Highness has not summoned him, how can he take the initiative to serve him...
Yuehua just calmed down and went to have a lot of thoughts...
It seems that the hero is sad to pass the beauty, and it is true...
I have not been able to calm down in the face of anything over the years.
Your Highness is really "a disaster to the country and the people".
But I can't control her. I'm willing to die, but what are you afraid of...
And it is a miracle that she can even become a good partner if she accepts her openly...
Actually, it’s helpless, otherwise what can it be?
Leaving her with anger? Can't do it.
It will be even more painful to not see her, and there will be no more women in this world that will make you moved...
Perhaps the man who falls in love with Dai Yuan and falls in love with her is destined to be intertwined with pain and happiness throughout his life.
No one will be exceptional. Either accept or leave.
Of course, choose the former... After all, I can be by her side...
Dingdang, Dingdang... This sound and the joy on the side of the bed are the two most beautiful sounds...
In this way, the two of them chatted under the moon, under the willow tree for a night...
Two things in Dai Yuan's heart made her unable to let go of them, one was Yin Meng and the other was the poison of the sword.
Obviously there is no happy mood now, otherwise such moonlight, such nights, such rhythm, such wildness...
How could she waste it easily?
When the horizon turned white, the sound of the sword stopped...
The dwarf leader held a shiny black sword and looked at its sword sharp edge in front of the first ray of morning light. It was extremely sharp and cut iron like mud...
The dwarf chief carved the dwarf mark on the scabbard.
It’s like a good painting with your own seal, so I feel so beautiful.