The selfish brother with a poisonous tongue is under control · The arrogant and evil dog is attacking
Two lives of evil, three lives of entanglement
In the spring of the tenth year of Yongzhen.
Chi Yan has been in a very bad mood recently - he is annoyed by this counselor with unknown origins. Every day, he talks about strategies and tasks like a magician, and he always quarrels with the air.
There was another thing that annoyed him.
There was always someone sitting on his bed in the middle of the night and wouldn't leave.
Chi Yan's sword stabbed at Yan Chen's neck, but blood came out of his own throat.
The gentleman on the couch kept his head down, but his voice was smiling: Sir, I have said it is for your own good.
[Get off my bed and don't get into my bed]
[If the adults didn't hug me so tightly, the villain would have fallen asleep on the ground. ]
Chi Yan smiled: Okay, if you wake me up again by talking in your sleep, I will kill you.
Even Pei Zuo, who has been barking like a dog for several days, died.
Yan Chen's lips froze. The taskbar on the side is refreshed at the same time.
[Brother, why didn't you tell me when you were on a business trip? I was very worried TT]
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One spring in Yuanshou.
Yan Chen wiped the tea from his face and looked at the familiar face on the dragon chair.
[Is Your Majesty collecting debt from me?]
[You are indeed still a bitch. ]
[It's a pity, I don't plan to admit this bad debt in my life]
Chi Yan crossed his legs on his seat and pretended to think: Aiqing, it seems that this is not up to you.
That night, the ears and temples were grinding together, and the phoenixes were in disarray.
Chi Yan withdrew before the summit in a playful manner, and spoke leisurely amid Yan Chen's trembling anger:
Brother, I never wanted you to admit your debt. He kissed away the trembling tears from the corners of Yan Chen's eyes with pity.
Yan Chen paused and stared at him.
In this way, cause and effect will keep us together forever,
There will be endless life and death in this life and the next.
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Shame, anger, regret or sadness
(Poverty, wealth, health, or disease)
[You better fucking die before me, or I'll kill you... You...? ! ]
The second half of the sentence was forced to be swallowed back, melting into intermittent moans and flowing on the couch.
... I hate you
(I love you, cherish you, and be loyal to you until the end of my life)
Me too, Yan Chen.
(We were born in the same quilt and died in the same hole. We can blend together even if we are crushed to death.)
Intention: I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, knowing that everything will be in vain after you die.