When the mortal world goes through hardships and the smoke of war burns the earth, a saint will come. He will dominate the mountains and snowfields and become the Holy Son of St. Les City. He is nobler than the misty clouds and colder than the cold snow of Tianshan Mountain. He is God's agent in the world and the walking Son of God.
When a saint also has unspeakable dreams, he repeats the same fallen dream without interruption.
In the dream, the light and shadow of the red gauze curtain are charming, the hazy and graceful figure is as charming as silk, and the passion is more seductive than a ghost. He does all the beautiful things to her, listens to her soft words and coquettishness, hugs her passionately, and makes her cry brokenly.
In the dream, the man Meng Lang acted like this, breaking his precepts and breaking his heart, and he was deeply possessed by the devil.
His clothes were soaked with sweat. He was sober and regretful. He cleansed his soul over and over again through the Jing Jing Sutra and turned to God with piety.
"Your Highness, you are so handsome."
"Your Highness, Fu'er is sending you..."
"Your Highness, are we destined in our previous life?"
The little hand holding him was soft and boneless, and her eyelashes were lowered when she cried. The soft and soft crying voice and the grievance look coincided with the dream. It was so tempting, tugging at his heartstrings, destroying his reason, and making him fall.
Sahor reflected on himself through pain: Everything is empty, this is a test given to him by God.
"Your Highness, Fu'er wants to kiss you and want you. Do you want me?"
Meng Fu tried her best to seduce her everywhere, causing harm and seduce her. She just wanted to pluck the pure and innocent snow lotus, and then she was plucked: Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask! Backache! Victory!
Concept: A short love story
After the Young Master Was Betrayed and Abandoned, He Regretted It