Chapter 1367

Kunlun never knew how to refuse any request from Fangyuan.

This man is her shadow and her only one. The reason why she can come to this world is because of him. Even if he asks her to die, she won't frown. What's more, he just asks her to laugh?

But if Kunlun is given enough time to think about it, she may choose to die and will not laugh like a fool.

Fang Yuan didn't give her any chance to think about it, but just hugged her strong waist and looked down at her in a wild laughter, with some meaning of asking.

He was begging her to laugh.

Kunlun couldn't refuse his eyes, so he had to laugh according to his meaning.

Her laughter, at first, was so raw, harsh, and even seemed to be crying.

But with the traction of Fang Yuan's laughter, these things soon disappeared. When she laughed again, her voice could be as crisp and pleasant as a silver bell, but it was full of middle spirit and spread far along the wind.

In the mountains and fields, cheerful laughter resounded.

"Kunlun, laughing?"

The spoon on the mouth of the sieve had fallen to the ground, and his eyes stared like two cow bells, as if he had seen a ghost.

After seeing the legendary Kunlun, he saw her indifference, her beauty and her spirit, but he didn't see her smile.

Like everyone else, sieve thinks that Kunlun should be like this. Just like the ten thousand year snow on Kunlun Mountain, it will only make people cold after seeing her. In this life, don't expect to see the indifference on her face and melt away.

But now, she is laughing. The laughter is more and more smooth, crisp and pleasant, with happiness that can be heard by the deaf.

Not only the sieve was stunned, but so were others.

Yan Ying has already walked into the yard. She looks up at the children high up and smiles.

Mrs. Fang, who is nearly 50 years old but only looks about 30, has a good laugh. The key is that she still has a charm that she can't even notice.

Building Xiang stood in front of the window, looked up for a moment and sighed gently.

When she came out again, she was wearing a red blanket and dancing in the yard. She sang, "who sent you to me, the round moon, the moon, the gurgling mountain spring, the gurgling mountain spring --"

Yan Ying immediately joined in. She pinched her waist with her left hand and raised her right hand. Her two feet moved back and forth skillfully, just like the jade rabbit essence encountered by Tang Sanzang on his way to learn scriptures. She cooperated with Lou Xiang, who was doing Hu Xuan dance in a blanket.

Someone is laughing, someone is singing and dancing.

What's going on?

Greene and others were completely stunned.

Sister Ma is a woman in the end. Her mind is much thinner than that of a man. Although she doesn't know why Fang Yuan and Yan Ying laugh, she can detect something from Yan Ying's performance. She immediately picked up a stainless steel tray, like beating a tambourine, held it high over her shoulder and beat it. She rushed out of the restaurant, surrounded Yan Ying and shook her bloated body.

Although sister Ma is bloated, she is very sensitive when dancing, and there is an alternative style that is not old. She still looks very charming.

The sieve and grind ran out, holding a garbage basket in one's arms, making a lute shape, a stick with a mop as the microphone wind, closing his eyes and shaking his bald head.

Everyone came to the viewing platform. Even the monkey king with broken legs swayed left and right on crutches. His little monkey named Xiaobao kept turning somersaults on the ground.

It can be said impolitely that except Yan Ying and Lou Xiang, when others dance with the song, they are a group of madmen, nerves and demons.

However, the atmosphere is so harmonious that it gives people a sense of coordination that they can't do without one.

At the beginning, Lou Xiang was singing alone.

Yan Ying then joined.

"Tianzhu girl" is a classic song. Anyone who has seen the old version of journey to the west can hum a few words, not to mention two great beauties?

While playing the lute, Shizi bent his knees and raised his hand to the square of the window. They waved to them to come down quickly.

Everyone applauded like this. Fang Yuan naturally had no reason to refuse. He almost dragged Kunlun down the building.

When they ran out, the green dragon, usually called elm bumps by Greene, took out a pile of firewood from the kitchen. He was not afraid that wasting food would be split by thunder. He threw more than half a barrel of peanut oil on it. The grey rabbit bent his fingers and a green phosphorous fire fell on it.

With a bang, the flame was bright.

Bonfire.

When the fire lit up, everyone threw away the things in their hands and formed a circle hand in hand. They surrounded the circumference and Kunlun in front of the campfire, just like the herdsmen of grassland tribes celebrating the harvest year, they tacitly kicked their feet and sang.

Kunlun turned with the circle. A small face was red, his eyes were bright like stars, but his body was shaking.

Fang Yuan took her hand, made a move with her right hand, held Lou Yuxiang's left hand, and took her to join the circle.

Sister Ma naturally grabbed Kunlun's other hand and made her turn with the circle. Fang Yuan didn't say anything, but kicked with the big guys.

After a while, Kunlun, who took a passive turn, also started slowly. Her movements were still a little astringent, but when she finished a turn, she jumped better than anyone else.

She was the youngest of all the people present.

Her past indifference and cruelty make people ignore her real age and forget that she is three years younger than Fang Yuan. She is still a girl to the letter. Of course, she has natural advantages in leading singing and dancing.

No one expected that a bonfire party would come without warning.

As the crisp song of Kunlun sounded, everyone turned faster and faster. All the estrangements that had arisen since she became powerful disappeared at this moment.

Everyone is laughing, singing, and foolishly circling around a pile of firewood, hand in hand. Among them, there are not only small beauties such as Lou Yuxiang, but also obscene old men such as rich Monkey King, and a little monkey who keeps turning over.

Originally, this scene would not happen in another 500 years, but now it is alive in front of us - all because of Kunlun.

Because Fangyuan wants to make Kunlun happy and enjoy the most beautiful friendship and family affection in the world.

He is not a qualified boss. He only enjoys the freedom of being together with all his younger brothers. He just wants Kunlun, who has been suffering for more than 20 years, to find what she should have.

Tears fell from Kunlun's face.

She finally realized that she was so happy.

The real happiness is not how powerful you are, nor how terrible you are, but that you can be in the crowd and feel their sincere smile.

On the mountain opposite Lihua mountain, there is a tree with a man sitting on it.

She has been sitting here for a long time, not tonight, more than ten days.

Every night, whether it rains or not, she will sit here and look at Lihua mountain in the distance. Her eyes are as cold as a poisonous snake. She chooses people to eat, but she has never found a chance to start.

She found that no matter which direction she went to Lihua mountain, she couldn't escape Kunlun's eyes.

So she had to wait -- but she waited for today.

Her shoulder was no longer painful, but her heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife.

She felt that she should belong to one of these celebrating people, the one holding Fang Yuan's hand, not Lou Xiang or Kunlun.

But in fact, she sat alone in the tree, watching the bitches dance and bite her lips.

Hum, hum, the cell phone vibrated.

She looked down, took out her cell phone, opened the message, looked at it for at least half a minute, leaned back, fell gently on the ground, and soon disappeared into the night.

No one knows that she has been hiding here for so long, and no one knows that she has left.

Even she didn't know whether she could return to the king of Tang after she left this time.

Everyone has his own destination.

Where is Lin Panpan's destination?

She should have grown up patiently in a peaceful city. One day, the man she secretly loves will find that she was so beautiful and capable... Obsessed with her.

But now her destination has changed. She walks on the edge of the cliff. If she is careless, she will be broken to pieces.

More importantly, she doesn't have the right to control her own destiny. A message from her wife can make her give up what she wants to do and rush to the northwest as quickly as possible.

Since ancient times, that place has been called the sea of death. There are white bones left everywhere. I don't know which era. Will she become one of those white bones?

Maybe that place is her final destination.

No one can change his destination -- suddenly, Lin Panpan felt that the place was lovely and had an urgent mind. He wanted to step there, lie quietly in the yellow sand and laugh at the stars.

No one knew that she had been here, and no one knew that she had gone. The bonfire had been slowly extinguished, and the song had become a light hum. The footsteps of happy kicking were not raised. The big guys just held hands and kept turning in circles, as if they would keep turning as long as they didn't collapse.

"Cluck."

A chuckle interrupted the big guy's tacit humming. Kunlun broke away from Fang Yuan and sister Ma's hand. Like a deer running in the wild, he quickly ran to the wooden pile, seemingly waving his hand.

A white light flashed, and the wooden stake was cut off. When it was about to fall to the ground, Kunlun's right foot had been kicked out.

The stake weighing 40 kilograms was kicked out by her foot for 20 meters, drew an arc and fell into the dark valley. A moment later, there was a roar.

Kunlun turned around, looked at those people, took a deep breath and said loudly, "this is my home, our home!"

Lou Xiang grabbed Fang Yuan's little finger of his right hand, scratched it in his palm and said softly, "you finally let her go home."

PA, PA, after Qin Dachuan left, Greene's ability to pat his horse was absolutely no one. When others were still happy aftertaste and became a family with Kunlun, he had applauded vigorously.

Applause thundered.

Kunlun kicked away not only a wooden stake, but also the prestige she had painstakingly established.

From tonight on, no one in Lihua mountain will be afraid of her.

But there is no doubt that she has gained a lot of family affection, which is what she lacks most.

"She belongs to this family."

Fang Yuan looked at Kunlun happily. When he smiled happily, Lou Yuxiang reminded him, "your mobile phone is ringing."

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone, looked at it and buttoned it off.

"Who's calling?"

Lou Xiang asked gossip.

"Xia Xiaoyun."

Fang Yuan didn't intend to hide anything.

"Why not answer the phone?"

Lou Xiang said, "maybe she has something important to tell you?"