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Chapter 755: Nine Heavenly Games! (7)
Nine levels of heavenly chess! (7)
His body was unbalanced, and Wushuang instinctively stretched out his hands to grab something, but only cool air passed between his fingers.
The night wind picked up, and before he fell into the water, a black shadow came silently, grabbed his hand that was stretched out in the air, and pulled him back to the shore. Wushuang subconsciously grabbed the thing in his hand and opened his eyes vaguely.
In the darkness, he saw a "young man" wearing a black mask looking at him with complicated eyes.
Those eyes are so unfamiliar!
"Xiao Yao?!" Wushuang woke up a little from his drunkenness and subconsciously called out the person's name, then stretched out his arms and rushed over to hug the person's body, "Is that you?!"
Xiao Yao was not prepared for this and was immediately hugged into his arms. He frowned and raised his hand to push him away.
"I know, I'm dreaming again!" Wushuang's voice sounded in her ears with a bit of joy, "Xiao Yao, I especially like to dream, so that I can hug you in my dream, you smell so good
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With a soft sigh, Xiao Yao was about to push his hand away, turning the push into a support. Without making a sound, she just helped him walk into the bamboo house.
"Tell me, how can I expect you to come every day? If you and grandpa fight, who will I help..." Wushuang was helped into the house by her, still mumbling, "It's all my fault, if
That day on the South China Sea... If I can hurry up, maybe Wuxie will not die... That way, or you can not care about grandpa, in fact, I know... what they say is not true, you are not an evil woman...
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Helping him lie down on the pillow, Xiao Yao casually pulled the thin blanket over his waist and stood up to leave.
"Don't go..." Wushuang grabbed her lapel, as if he was about to say something else, but suddenly a gurgling sound came from his throat. Knowing that he was nauseated by alcohol, Xiao Yao hurriedly helped his body to the bedside, Wushuang
After retching for a while, she just spit out two mouthfuls of wine. She took out the handkerchief and wiped the wine stains on his face. She took out a calming pill from her body and stuffed it into his mouth, then helped him back to the pillow and lay down.
"Xiao Yao..." Wushuang whispered a few words vaguely, and then fell asleep.
Outside the door, there were footsteps approaching.
Xiao Yao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly pulled out her clothes from her hands and hid in the shadow behind the bookshelf.
The footsteps were somewhat cautious, gradually approaching the door.
After a moment, the ajar door opened softly, and feet with wet mud on the edges of their boots slowly came in, stepping on the bluestone ground, leaving a series of shallow traces.
Xiao Yaoren was behind the bookshelf, holding his breath and looking between the two rows of books. He only saw a tall and thin figure standing in front of Wushuang's bed.
Looking at the background, he is still very young and looks vaguely familiar.
The visitor's eyes passed over Wu Shuang, who was very drunk, and landed on the exquisite wooden box on the table beside the bed. A pair of dark eyes immediately overflowed with surprise, "Young Master, Young Master, do you know why?
Xiao Yao doesn't like you just because you are too stupid!"
The voice was slightly hoarse, but very familiar.
who is he?!
Grabbing the wooden box on the table and holding it tightly in his arms, the visitor looked disdainfully at Wu Shuang, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and turned to leave.
When he turned around, Xiao Yao happened to see his side face clearly. Although this man's hair was slightly messy and his eyes were haggard, his enchantment was still unparalleled in the world. Xiao Yao immediately recognized that the person who came was not someone else.