Flowers are like seeing them for the first time, dreaming of the ordinary journey, looking for the puzzle. When the dream stirs up the turbulent waves of flowers, the flowers rise and fall, blooming in the late morning, the wheel will be a dream butterfly, and it will always be a cloud mirror, regardless of the smoke city.
At that moment, he was no longer like usual. This time he hesitated. He raised his head slightly and meditated on the world under the stars.
Mo Yan didn't bother him and closed her eyes with him.
The galaxy is supreme, and the human world is unqualified.
The wind is blowing.
The wind is very strong.
Very big...
When Mo Yan came back to his senses, Lu Xiaoyao had already held his hand. In the wind, in this starry night, his smile remained the same, full of spring breeze.
Her tender eyes are as gentle as water. It makes people mistakenly enter the fairyland, confused their eyes, and confused their minds.
"Are you listening to what I just said?"
"Huh?" Mo Yan looked at him blankly, her cheeks flushed, a little ashamed, and looked into the distance in embarrassment, "No, I didn't hear..."
Mo Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, as if the wind was too strong.
Lu Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly. What can he do? He can only pamper his children by himself.
Even though he is younger than him.
"I said..." Lu Xiaoyao leaned down, close to Mo Yan's ear, and chuckled: "You and fireflies have one thing in common, they both glow in my eyes."
The cold star is shining brightly, I wish to return with you.
Even though you are ordinary, you deserve to be pampered in every way.
Everyone, please start reading from the prologue and don't swallow it all.
The attacker will appear in Chapter 4
Intention: After all, a small amount of fate is a bad fate, that is, it is easy to fall into a nightmare
