Dying.
I want to be a man of integrity.
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It’s not even today
Because my fingers have just been manicured, I can adapt to the keyboard.
Clam, clam, clam, of course it’s a joke.
The main reason is that the scene is too big, and I don’t know how to treat me. I’ll take a day off.
Good night, everyone. To be continued.
Page 256 She is me.
The smoke is still burning.
The night is still long.
Chen Senran sat alone in the spacious reception room.
No light.
He knew that after tonight, he would become a target again.
This is inconsistent with his original plan.
But he can’t help it, and he has no reason to blame the girl for being reckless tonight.
Because at the moment he touched the girl’s hand
At the same time, he felt that there was loneliness in her body for four years, fear of missing, missing and missing
She really misses him.
Really want to
I want to die.
Or she can still live so strongly in this world because she misses him.
This kind of desire makes Chen Senran feel pain all over the person. Every organ, every cell, every drop of blood, he feels that his chest is burning, and that thin tooth mark is burning like a totem.
Telling the yearning of its owner across time and place.
He can imagine that in so many lonely years, the girl is waiting for someone to go back in that villa near the lake year after year, and she can light a lamp for herself in the cold winter night and tuck herself in …
Embrace yourself?
It really hurts
Chen Senran took a drag on his cigar and let the hot smoke pass through his throat and hit those fragile nerves.
It hurts, but it doesn’t hurt enough
In the dark, the cigar head goes out like the grain of time
Then suddenly there was light in the darkness, and the dim light came from the villa across the river.
Chen Senran turned to look.
The second villa from the front.
The dim magic lamp is warm and smells like home.
The curtain is tightly sealed, and the girl’s charming figure is like an angel.
Chen Senran looked at it and turned out to be a delusion.
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Let’s drink to celebrate our reunion.
In a closed room
The kobold Thurss met some old friends and picked up the wine in front of him.
"I don’t drink," said Isoriel coldly, looking at him coldly.
He didn’t touch the glass of wine in front of him at all, and he didn’t have the slightest joy of meeting his old friends again.
"Well," Thurs said with a sigh, gulping down his glass of wine in one gulp, "How have you been these years …"
He didn’t say the last sentence for three words.
I don’t think he has to say how have you been these years?