Five coppers
I said you’re haunted, right?
I, Cass, went to the board and pointed to the sledgehammer and said, I’ll help you break big stones in your chest.
No, you can’t. You must be crazy. You’re not pregnant, you’re not fat, you’re not skilled, and you’re sick and you’re dead.
I can’t die. As soon as Cass closes his eyes and stretches out his slender five fingers, I want five coppers and five fingers to make up ten coppers to save my woman.
Seemed to be moved by his obstinacy, the boss made an exception and promised him that when the hammer fell, the big stone in his chest was shattered around him, and a pair of bloody eyes and bangs slammed the corners of his mouth in disorder, and the warm blood in his mouth kept choking in his throat.
The chest wound tore. He rushed into the brothel with ten coppers and untied the rope for Korea. He hugged her, stupid woman.
Cass
I’ve come to redeem you. Look at him childishly touching the palm of his hand with ten coppers, poof, and spraying blood on his purples and piercing his eyes. He held bloodshot eyes and suffered serious injuries, laughing like a rainbow, and tears suddenly rolled from the corner of his eyes.
Cass
Korea curled firmly around his body temperature to heal him. Tears trickled down his skirt. I hate you so much.
Hate him, she works hard.
Hate him so hard.
Hate him, cute him, childish him, persistent him, never breaking his promise.
Love him as much as you hate him.
Trembling, she took the ten coppers, broke into tears, smiled around his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his pale lips, saying, Cass, my son is not Mo Xie, but you idiot.
grace
Feier is our son.
She smiled as brightly as a flower, raised her neck and poked at two nests in his mouth. We were very naughty that night when you were an aphrodisiac.
You lied to me.
Because you lied to me, Han curled her arms tightly around this fool and swore in her heart that she would never let him die again, but I forgive you, fool. She shouted loudly, I forgive you, xianggong.
My son.
Cass is still immersed in a daze.
Well, your son, when I go back to Mo Xie to make it clear, you will always be waiting for me together. Oh, the two faces in the room are gradually long and tears are shared, and the sunset is here.
Chapter 50 Death
Chapter 50 Death
Late that night, a long whistle came from the distant Houfu.
Princess Zheng Yuan died in reverse blood and fell in the arms of the duke tenderly. When Han Bian arrived, she saw a vicissitudes sword inserted through the chest of the duke Zheng Yuan.
The ground is red and the roses bloom in May.
That night, the candlelight of the stars lit love boating, but it was better not to be born on the same day in the same year, but to die on the same day in the same year. You can’t hug each other, but you have to depend on each other to die.
The next morning, I saw the Duke and his wife in the coffin, and Han Yan sent Cass back to the hut. His injury was not healed and he took risks. jane doe took advantage of his coma and sealed his sleeping hole with a few silver needles.
ride
Along the way, a horse with black mottled hair refused to take the letter to the inn, and insisted that Mo Xie should end it at the cost of determinism.
That day, the nightmare clearly swayed in her eyes, and she rushed to the battlefield like an impatient grave. The heroic horse galloped through the wilderness for days.
About half an hour when approaching the inn, the horseshoe stumbled into the mire. Han climbed the horse’s back awkwardly and just wanted to struggle and get up with a golden light flashing around him. Kirin squatted down and smiled brightly and reached out to her when she first met.
kylin
Korea, dropping a surprised and busy, handed him the hand and got up and wrapped the horseshoe. The wound curled its mouth and muttered that it was the first time to ride a horse and pick a residual horse.
If you are in such a hurry to get back to the inn and want to make amends to Jiuwangdi, I can take you on a flight. But if you want to go back to the inn and Jiuwangdi bursts, I’m sorry that Wang Neng dragged on for a while. It was a moment when Kirin helped Korea up. Seeing that she seemed to fall off with a limp brow and a wrinkled slender arm around her shoulder, she dragged on and walked slowly to the inn.
Well, as far as I know, Kirin doesn’t seem to like ruining other people’s music, does it?
Wangbuxiang
I don’t want to see Korea limping at Kirin. I think he looks strange today, as if he expected something to happen. He is so dignified and lacks the free and easy strength of the past. Is it something to warn me?
You’re the snake king. Come and give a generation to Brother Jiuwang.
Hehe, you’re worried about me