Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 354 Finale: Who will the peach blossoms chase after thousands of generations (7)

However, no one dared to say, if everything was repeated, would they not repeat the same mistakes?

Love is like floating clouds, gathering and dispersing indefinitely.

And even if we have practiced thousands of times, we can't predict whether someone will choose to betray the so-called faithful love at the last moment, before the raging fireworks.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, Panpan leans against the window silently.It was already midnight, and countless stars were twinkling on the pitch-black curtain.Two hours later, it will be dawn.

The child has long been sleeping peacefully in Yu Hu's arms, and the room is so quiet at this moment, so quiet that he can almost hear his even and sweet breathing.

Even though she had made up her mind, when things came to an end, she still had some nostalgia in her heart, a bit regretful.

Turning his head gently, he slowly swept across the verdant corridor of maple trees, looked at the courtyard of Ziwei Zhuoyue in the distance, looked at the clear water pavilion where he lived for several months, and those vermilion porch gliding with his fingers , the carved window, the budding pistil, the heart, softened inch by inch.

After tonight, perhaps, everything has become a memory that has been wiped out.

The sharp pain gradually became clear, and the nerves in the extremities spread to the bone.

In my mind, I don't know how many good memories with him.Under the crape myrtle tree in the Xingyuan of the Tianfu, they leaned on each other, letting the flowers cover their skirts; in the water pavilion, they played the piano and sang for him, watching the stars and lights blurred.On cold winter nights, they drink wine and eat meat, and get to know each other; at the Lantern Festival, they hold hands and never leave.

Everything has now grown into a thorn in the heart, which has penetrated inch by inch and cannot be pulled out.

The night was darker, and the evening wind was still.

There was no need to rustle, the Mozun's sinking face had already reminded them that time was running out.

"Tianji, since you now know your identity, fate will give you another choice. Tell me, will you still choose to be betrayed by him?"

The Demon Lord hiding in the dark, with his robes as black as thick ink, scattered in this spacious bedroom with the night wind.

The robe was blown up by the wind, and from a distance, it looked like a bat with its wings spread in the dark.

Ghostly, gloomy, and vaguely bloody temptation and sweetness.

(End of this chapter)