This Lord is Too Cruel: 184 Lord is back

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Master is too cruel, Master 184 is back

In the imperial palace's bedroom, the meteor lay on the dragon couch and cried loudly until it was hoarse, and he didn't want to stop. Shu Chi Wuyan

Xing Wuyun sat on one side blankly, his smile diminished. He had thought that anyone could leave, but he did not expect that it was him. He went, the emperor should be very sad...

Lan Jingshu supported Gu Yefeng's wheelchair with both hands, and his ears echoed with the cat's harsh voice and the jealous look, but he alone didn't dare to think what would happen to this emperor's bedroom without his figure?

Gu Yefeng raised his head and did not dare to think too much. He was afraid that if he thought too much about himself, his heart would hurt badly. At this moment, the emperor is probably holding his cold corpse. She is so strong, once she becomes fragile. , I'm afraid they can't bear it. When will she come back? Looking down at his legs, will he leave one day?

Yi Mu clasped the silk kerchief in his hand. The saddest thing in life is falling in love and not being able to stay together. Rather than making the living people feel sad, it is better for him to bear it alone.

Wei Zimo's knowledge of Mr. Cat is very shallow, it can be said that he is unfamiliar, but when he saw the person in front of him that he was gone, his face was sad, he thought, that person should be very fond of Feng Aotian, right? There are indelible traces in her heart and in their hearts.

What about him? He had thought of death. Perhaps death was a relief for him, but when he really faced such a parting of life and death, what if one day he went? Who will remember him? Who would cry and sad for him? Will she?

After a night, the sky turned from dark to faint, and the dawn shot into the hall with a trace of warmth, but it was difficult to illuminate their gloomy hearts.

A bright yellow figure greeted Guangxi and stepped into the imperial palace. She raised her eyes and looked at the hall in front of her. Time flies. She seems to see a figure with a smile on the corners of her mouth, twisting her waist, slowly Slowly greeted her, "Master, you are back."

She stood in a daze, watching the figure shrouded in golden light, smiling so brightly, he walked towards her with broken steps, but disappeared with the beam the moment he approached her.

She raised her head, her thin lips slightly hooked, and gently closed her eyes. Last night, she personally sent him away, and the words of Mr. Jiu rang in her ears, "Master, the old slave took him back."

"Where to go?" Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, unwilling to let him leave, even if he died, he would die by her side.

"The old slave takes him back to the mountain, maybe there is still a rescue." Duke Jiu always stood on one side, his voice low as if to crush all her grief.

Feng Aotian's eyes were stunned, looking down, looking at the broken face in his arms, looking at the marks on his body, he will give her everything he has, without reservation, even if he fights With the last trace of strength.

She caressed his face, personally put the clothes on for him, gave a light kiss to the corner of his lips, raised her eyes, looked at the wine father, "Okay."

She lowered her eyes and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "For these years, you have been with me, waiting for me, thinking of me, thinking of me, doing all your strength to love me, now, it's time for me to wait for you , Thinking of you, thinking of you, loving you well."

She got off the bed and handed the cat in her arms to Duke Jiu, "I will wait for him, no matter how long, even in hell, I will wait for him."

Duke Jiu still looked indifferent, turned and left with Daddy Cat, but at the moment he left the valley, he couldn't help crying, "Even if you die, you don't want to make the master uncomfortable, let her leave a thread Hope."

He sighed faintly, and hugged the cat and flew away...

Feng Aotian stood there for a long time, and put on her clothes again. Under the moonlight, her ink is like a waterfall, her face is like a bright moon, and her beauty is a little bit more charming than a woman. Her face is cold and her phoenix eyes are transparent. Under the cold light, she raised her hand and stroked every furnishing in the thatched house, because he made everything here, and poured all his heart and love here.

She condensed her mind, stepped up, stepped out of the thatched hut, turned her back, waved her sleeves, the door slowly closed, and buried everything he had here, she slowly moved forward As she walked, she looked sideways and watched the grandpa cat holding her hand with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, walking with her, she knew that he would always be by her side.

She walked under the fallen cherry tree and squatted halfway in the place where Feng Aoyun was buried. She stroked the yellowed ground, curled her lips and smiled, "I never knew that I was so loved by someone. , So happy, now, I finally understand what love is."

There is a person who accompanies you from an innocent age to adulthood. He gives without complaint and no regrets. He loves you with all his love, does not ask for anything, just hopes you live happily , And this person, he used his life to teach you what love is, but the word "love" is so beautiful that it hurts so much at the end.

She slowly got up, raised her eyes, and looked at the valley in front of her, where Feng Aotian’s youth was buried, her favorite people and those who loved her the most, this place brought her a green love, It gave her the deep love without regrets, but it also made her lose...Yes...I really lost it. When you don’t know how to cherish, you don’t know that the good times have been buried here. As time goes on Thick...

Wei Zimo always stood by the window, raised his eyes, and saw Feng Aotian standing in the middle of the main hall. She was still so handsome and majestic, but, why did he see sadness?

He wants to step forward and ask, "How are you?"

However, the heavy footsteps made it difficult for him to move, he just turned sideways and looked at her...

Feng Aotian suddenly curled her lips and smiled, turned around, and stepped into the inner hall. Looking at them, she realized that when you lose, you will know how to cherish. She has lost them, but She still has the person in front of her, and her ears echoed with the murmur of Mr. Cat, "Master, don't feel lonely, cherish the person in front of you."

She took a step forward, every step she walked firmly, yes, since she gave hope to the people in front of her, why did she make them feel sad and sad? She wants to cherish what she already has, right?

She walked up to the nearest Wei Zimo, and looked at him still wearing a bright red brocade robe and cold eyes. Because of the worries all day and night, she looked a little gloomy, but he was really standing at her. In front of, she opened her arms, held him in her arms, pressed her cheeks to his chest, feeling the faint temperature, which she could really feel.

The moment Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, she suddenly felt that the clouds were clearing away, and his heart was trembling, trembling like never before, more distressed, he raised his arms , Stroking her back, her voice was extremely weak, "I will be with you."

The moment Meteor stopped crying when he saw Feng Aotian, he turned up from the dragon bed, got off the dragon bed quickly, and rushed towards her, holding her thigh, tears The flow continued, and wept loudly, "Holy Lord, where is the cat? Meteor misses the cat."

Xing Wuyun got up from the dragon couch and leaned against him, just watching her hug Wei Zimo tightly. At that moment, his heart was completely broken, and his deep sense of powerlessness made him unable to move a step. Just staring at her blankly.

Feng Aotian left in Zi Mo's arms in self-defense, looked down, looked at the shooting star, leaned over, and hugged him into his arms. Seeing his eyes were red and swollen and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth, she raised her hand and used her clothes. Xiu wiped away his tears, and whispered, "Mrs. Cat, he will be back."

Meteor opened his eyes, sobbed, and asked softly, "Really?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "Will you wait for him with the master?"

"Okay." Meteor nodded desperately, hooking Feng Aotian's neck, he knew that the Holy Lord would not lie to him.

Feng Aotian put down the meteor, walked forward slowly, and walked to Yi Mu's side. He looked at him with a very poor complexion, and his thin body appeared weaker. She held his hand and put the silk kerchief on The blood stains and the knife marks on the wrist all speak of his strength.

She took a step forward and embraced him, "Go back and rest."

Yi Mu was cold all over, but felt warm at this moment. He nodded slightly and made a silent distress.

Feng Aotian caressed his back, slowly loosened it, raised her eyes, and looked at Gu Yefeng beside her. She squatted in front of him with a faint smile, "Master is back. ."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng just looked at her, raised his hand tremblingly, and stroked her face without saying a word.

Feng Aotian got up, hugged him lightly, raised his eyes, and watched Lan Jingshu standing in front of her, with a gentle face like a jade, and cold air all over his body, but he pulled out a touch of faintness abruptly Smile.

"Come here." Feng Aotian let go of Gu Yefeng, looked at him, and said lightly.

Lan Jingshu took a step forward, just a step away. He felt that it seemed that a lifetime had passed. He opened his arms and took her into his arms actively, "The emperor, the minister will not let you alone."

Once, he thought that he was doing his own part and staying beside her silently, that was enough, but now, when he thought he was going to lose her, he knew how much he was He is cowardly, he shouldn't just hide in the corner, but bravely stand beside her and guard her well.

Feng Aotian nodded lightly, "Okay."

Lan Jingshu hugs her tightly. Father Cat is not there. He should take good care of her. Although he can never replace Father Cat, he has to do his best.

Feng Aotian let go of him, turned around, and watched Xing Wuyun standing next to the dragon couch and watching her. All night, they experienced unprecedented fear and sorrow. While they were sentimental, they were also Fear of leaving alone.

She knew that he was afraid, because he had lost her once, so now he is even more afraid of losing her. He can’t imagine that if he really lost her, he would still have the courage to live. Now, look When she stood in front of him and walked towards him, he knew that if she was not there, he would go with her, even in hell, he would accompany her.

He took a difficult step, and then took the second step, until he took her into his arms, he didn’t know that she was still alive, standing in front of him, he didn’t want to be with her anymore Separate, even for a moment.

Feng Aotian encircled his waist, sniffing the mixed blood on his body, "Master likes you to stick."

Xing Wuyun hugged her tightly. Although he was smiling, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "You never want to get rid of me in this life."

Feng Aotian laughed dumbly, resting his jaw on his shoulder, and nodding.

The haze of the whole night finally dissipated, and it seemed to have returned to normal, but only they knew in their hearts that the cat's departure was always a hurdle in their hearts.

The soul and the dark guards hid in the dark and shed tears silently. Although Mr. Mao Suri showed no words to them, but they knew that he loved them. They never expected that one day, He will go ahead of them.

The news of Father Cat’s departure soon reached Qicheng. Xue Ke leaned against Chu Lingtian's arms and couldn't make a sound. Jin Yao broke the Zhubi in his hand, the corners of his eyes were moist, but he did not dare to cry.

Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye just stand with their hands behind them, looking into the distance.

Even though they were ready to leave on their own, they never expected that someone would leave before them. Such sadness was unexpected. In their hearts, Mr. Cat has nothing to do. Alternative status.

Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi looked at the secret letter in her hand, shaking her hands, shaking her body slightly, leaning on the soft couch, closing her eyes weakly.

Wind Clan, Mu Hanjin sat on the bed and remembered all kinds of things. He knew that there were too many people beside the emperor, ranging from disgust to sincere, from fear to trust, but only the cat was that She loves her purely, and she can't compare to him.

In the dead of night, people are quiet, in the huge emperor’s bedroom, Feng Aotian sat alone on the soft couch, she sent all the people out, the original intention was to let them rest, but only she knew in her heart that she just needed silence Quiet.

Xing Wuyun stayed in the Palace of Floating Dreams, reclining on the soft couch, ignoring the knife marks on his wrists, and not drinking arbitrarily, just staring into the distance blankly.

Wei Zi sits not far away, stroking the strings. Now, only the sound of the piano can dissipate the sadness in his heart...

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sat in the study room of Jinxuan Palace, reviewing the accumulated papers over the past two days. Perhaps only in this way, they would not feel that they were useless, and nothing would help her.

Yi Mu was lying on the bed. The events that happened one after another in the past few days left him exhausted. After all, he was bedridden. He stared at the top of the sky dullly, but he was not sleepy.

The meteor hid on one side, looking at Feng Aotian secretly, unable to help crying.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and lifted the jade pot beside him, but he heard a pleasant voice, "Master, drink tea!"

She was stunned and took it habitually, only to find that her hands were empty. She then got up and walked towards the inner hall. There was still a voice in her ear, "Master, slave is waiting for you to take a shower."

She responded, but stepping into the screen, it was still empty.

She turned around, walked quickly to the dragon couch, lay down and looked sideways, but saw the cat father-in-law leaning against her with a smile, "Master, the slave accompanies you to bed."

She nodded slightly, raised her hand, trying to take him into her arms, but she threw herself into the air. She was still cold next to her. She froze for a moment, then got up and walked in the imperial palace, as if every There is his figure everywhere, it's a bit of a anger, a smile, a jealousy, a petty temper, a sullenness, a coquettish...

Until dawn, Feng Aotian stood outside the hall with his hands, raised his eyes, and looked at the bright sunshine. At this time, he had already prepared his washing and breakfast, and came to his side.

"The emperor..." The Si Xi on the side looked at her who was blowing a cold wind all night. He held back his sorrow and whispered. Mr. Cat had asked him earlier. At first, he thought it was Mr. Cat. Be careful, now that I think about it, it turns out that he had arranged everything before he left.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Si Xi in front of him, and replied in a low voice, "Huh?"

"The emperor, the minion waits for you to wash." Si Xi forcefully suppressed the eager cry and whispered.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Yeah."

Then turned around, and entered the Imperial Palace.

Meteor looked at the scene in front of him, finally couldn't help, hiding in a corner and crying loudly. He was too useless. At this moment, he really missed Father Cat.

After Lan Jing finished reviewing the memorial, and after a brief wash, he walked with Gu Yefeng to the Emperor's bedroom. From a distance, he saw her standing outside the hall, turning around a little frustratedly, and inside.

The two of them looked at each other, concealed the sadness in their eyes, and walked forward.

Si Xi stood on one side, carefully waiting for her to wash, and then said, "My lord, breakfast is ready."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Si Xi, and asked in a low voice, "Daddy Cat prepared you for it?"

"Yes." Sixi's eyes were moist and his head hung down. "Breakfast was also learned by the minion according to the preferences of the emperor."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked up to the table.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng walked in, bowed and said, "The minister sees the emperor!"

"Come over for breakfast." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the two in front of him, smiling softly.

The two immediately sat down, Lan Jingshu held up the chopsticks and arranged dishes for her. Thinking of Su Ri, the cat father-in-law always stood by her side, carefully arranged dishes for her, watching her pick up dishes for them. , Humming coldly.

He shakes his hands slightly, raises his eyes, and looks at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, eat more."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, bowed, and used.

Xing Wuyun stayed up all night, but couldn't hold back, standing alone not far away, watching the emperor's bedroom brightly lit until dawn, while she stood outside the temple in the middle of the night without moving.

He wanted to go to comfort her, but knew that she was stronger than them, and the reason she pushed them away was just to heal her injuries alone.

He turned his eyes and saw the meteor hiding in an inconspicuous corner crying. He stepped forward and stood in front of the meteor, "If you cry again, you will really be unable to see people."

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I just want to cry."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and stroked his head, "If Mr. Cat sees you like this, he will definitely hit you."

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking that Mr. Cat would not want to see him cry, because he cried, then the Holy Lord would be sad, the Holy Lord would be sad, and Mr. Mao would be sad.

He held back the tears, sobbed, raised his eyes, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I didn't see it, you are quite comforting."

"But I can't comfort myself alone." Xing Wuyun chuckled, and restored his former free and easy appearance. He knew that none of them would forget Mr. Cat, but the day will continue, and he can do it now. Yes, just stay by her side and accompany her to do what she wants to do.

Meteor gave him an angry look, then stabilized his mind, struck and looked at him, "Are my eyes swollen?"

"Look at it yourself." Xing Wuyun took out a bronze mirror from his arms and handed it to him.

Meteor took a look and was shocked, "How can I go to see the Holy Lord like this?"

Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, "Anyway, I went."

Speaking, he stepped forward, Meteor sucked his nose, and quickly stepped up to follow him, "Actually, you are pretty good."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Is that necessary for you to say?"

The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, "It's really not humble at all."

"In my cognition, there has never been the word modest." Xing Wuyun chuckled his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Meteor seems to have been infected by his free and easy breath, and the depression in his heart has also evaporated a lot. Following him, he snorted, "I'm hungry."

Speaking, he took a step ahead of Xing Wuyun, quickly rushed to the Emperor's bedroom, and sat beside Feng Aotian extremely fast. Without even looking at her, he picked up the chopsticks and gobbled it up. When he spoke, he was startled slightly, and the corners of his eyes became moist again. This was the smell of the cat. He sobbed softly, and then chewed sharply.

Xing Wuyun walked in, looked at Feng Aotian, smiled casually, "The emperor has no ministers by his side, can you sleep well?"

"Not good." Feng Aotian replied immediately. She knew that he had been standing far away with her last night.

Xing Wuyun smiled more and more proudly, "Then, let the minister accompany the emperor tonight..."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

"I want to eat more." Xing Wuyun picked up his chopsticks and responded with a smile.

Feng Aotian picked up the vegetables and put them in the bowls of Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu, "eat more."

"Yes." The two nodded and used them quietly.

After Meteor stopped breakfast, he ran out, Feng Aotian didn't ask much, but went to the morning court.

These days, due to Feng Aotian running back and forth for a long time, he did not go to court for a long time, but the hundred officials are still in order, and there is no slack. After all, in their opinion, the Fengqi country today is slowly The earth becomes stronger.

Feng Aotian swept across the court officials coldly, and now the court hall is completely new. She thought about seeing the sluggish court hall, which is completely different from the present one, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. .

After leaving the early dynasty, Feng Aotian went back to the imperial palace, Xing Wuyun took off the goose-yellow brocade robe and changed into the official robe of the guard leader, but he could not hide his handsome and free spirit.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What wind is blowing today?"

Xing Wuyun knew she was teasing him, and didn't care, but sat beside her, "It's not northwest wind anyway."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, raised her hand, hugged him, and leaned her head on his shoulder, only to realize that his shoulders were so wide in the official gown. She looked sideways and looked at him, "It seems Lord, I will reward you well."

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, with a public smile at the corner of his mouth, "How to reward?"

"Reward you to go out with your father." Feng Aotian leaned slightly, lowered his head, and bit his lips, but the smile of Father Cat appeared in her mind. Her eyes sank, she never expected, She misses a person so much, it turns out that she is not a cruel person.

She closed her eyes slightly and deepened the kiss, deep and lingering, as if she was about to crush the person in front of her.

Xing Wuyun caters to her, if this makes her feel better, he is willing.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, playing with his slender fingers, "How come you don’t know, you are becoming more obedient now?"

Xing Wuyun hugged her, "Good-looking?"

Feng Aotian stopped talking, but leaned in peace of mind. At this time, she needed someone to accompany her.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng went to the Imperial Court as usual. Feng Aotian changed into a silver brocade robe, and took Xing Wuyun away from the palace, and the two went to Furong Pavilion.

Xing Wuyun looked at the Furong Pavilion in front of him, with a faint smile between his eyebrows, "It really feels like going back to the old place."

Feng Aotian took his hand, and the two of them went to the fourth floor on their own. In a long time in the future, this place has changed its appearance, but he still feels very familiar, because this is the first time he and her The place to meet.

Xing Wuyun lay down on the recliner comfortably, turning his eyes to watch Feng Aotian looking at the account book in his hand intently. He looked sideways, but saw the bright red figure in the restaurant opposite, his peachy eyes were slightly raised. To Feng Aotian, "Someone is free to come and go."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Feng Aotian looked up and saw Wei Zimo standing by the window looking at her.

She smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth and looked at Wei Zimo, "Come here."

Wei Zimo always stood opposite, unwilling to get up, just looking at her.

Feng Aotian closed the account book, then got up, flew towards him, but felt that his skill was higher than before, so that the hidden pain in his heart surfaced again.

Wei Zimo saw the melancholy flashing between her eyebrows and eyes, he tapped his toes lightly, flew up and stood on the eaves of the restaurant.

Feng Aotian fell in front of him, "Don't you like to come out?"

Wei Zimo did not answer, but took a step forward and suddenly took her into his arms, "What I said yesterday, I didn't lie to you."

Feng Aotian remembered that he had said last night that he would accompany her, and her heart moved, her hands wrapped around his waist, that is, the sun shining on the two of them for nearly five days was very warm.

Xing Wuyun picked up the tea cup next to him, took a sip, looked at the scene of the two people hugging each other, the corner of his eyes was stinged, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was accepting something.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun on the opposite side. There was a heaviness flashed in his eyes, and there was a firmness, as if he had made up his mind.

Feng Aotian is so embraced by Wei Zimo, she can clearly feel the cold air radiating from him, she strokes his back lightly, "If this continues, she must be fainted. "

Wei Zimo let go of her, "accompany me to lunch."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "However, I still have things to do."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Wei Zimo took his waist, flew and fell in front of Xing Wuyun, then turned and fell into the restaurant.

Xing Wuyun clicked the corner of his mouth and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the wind is really weird today."

Feng Aotian immediately sat beside him, "Master also thinks that this autumn can actually blow the spring breeze."

Xing Wuyun leaned slightly on his side, a pair of peach blossom eyes glowing with charming charm, and the corners of his mouth tilted to one side, "Which spring breeze does the emperor like?"

"I like it all." Feng Aotian lifted his chin and drank slightly at the corner of his lips.

Xing Wuyun chuckled, "The emperor has become more able to speak."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "My master always talks, and he hurts people even more."

Xing Wuyun thought that he was really coquettish at this moment, and then sat up, and then gently tugged, Feng Aotian fell into his arms, and the two of them lay in the recliner like this, and he took him by his side. One of her grapes was peeled personally and put in her mouth.

Feng Aotian picked up the account book beside him, enjoying his rare attentive service. After reading the account book, he raised his eyes and looked at Cuiyun on one side, "What special things have happened these few days?"

Cuiyun was also sad in her heart. However, she did not expect the master to come. Seeing her impermanence, her heart became more and more sad, and she could only endure as hard as she could, and whispered back, "Master, everything is normal these few days, but , A strange thing happened when Nan returned to China."

"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian asked himself.

"The guests who came to Furong Pavilion these days all exudes a strange smell, and the girls who served them either fell ill the next day or developed a rash." Cuiyun replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Can you find out the whereabouts of those people?"

"The slaves and maids sent people to check. After those people left, they never appeared again, and they never left the city, as if they had evaporated from the world." Cuiyun replied in a low voice.

"Close the Furong Pavilion immediately, gather those who are unwell, and the girls who have served those people in one place, and isolate them." Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, these women, if she hadn't expected it, should I have syphilis.

When Cuiyun heard it, he quickly responded, "Master, are they?"

"Well, those people must have come prepared. It seems that the South Returning Country has moved and discovered the Furong Pavilion." Feng Aotian narrowed his phoenix eyes, and then got up. If she used to, she could still send cat father-in-law. Go and see, but now...

"The emperor, the minister, go and see." Xing Wuyun got up, looked at her, and whispered.

"Do you know how to heal?" Feng Aotian looked at him, and then said, "It is inappropriate for you to appear in Nanhui now. If someone finds out, I don't want you to take risks."

Xing Wuyun shook her hand, "The emperor knows the abilities of the minister, and the minister can handle this matter."

Feng Aotian knows that now that he can take the initiative and bear it for her, she should be happy to see it, right? She squeezed his hand, "Okay."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and embraced her in his arms. Perhaps, he should be who he is and support her, instead of just hiding and escaping. He hopes that when she needs him, He can help her in time.

Feng Aotian hugs Xing Wuyun tightly. Maybe, at this moment, she can understand their hearts and understand what is meant by caring and giving without complaint. She is also flesh and blood, not the one who knows they will fall. Come in, but still be a cold-blooded bystander.

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Dear friends, lemon has been hurting my wrist since the day before yesterday, and one eye kept crying. Yesterday my wrist was swollen and couldn’t move, so there is no update. I will make it up today. There will be two updates at around one in the afternoon. There is a watch, okay! Please take a look at the fact that Lemon is so diligent and hardworking, and support the original version, what a!