Chapter 1718

The mountain wind is very cold, just strong Mu night did not feel, now was so blown, she sneezed.

Gong Mo directly bent down and held her in his arms again.

His clothes were padded under her, so he could only cover her clothes naked and let her nest in his arms.

Liemu evening felt tired all over the body, and every bone was burning with acid, especially somewhere, the fire. Spicy.

But she sleeps in the arms of Gongmo, listening to his heartbeat, looking at the stars in the sky for hundreds of millions of years, but feel sweet.

She was sleepy and tried to stay up and stay with him a little longer.

When time is the countdown, every second is a luxury.

"I'll try to stay longer." Gong Mo suddenly opened his mouth.

Liemuwan raised his eyes and looked at his clean outline.

"But I can't promise." He rubbed her hair.

"Well, no matter how long, I will always remember." She nodded.

Strong Mu night although efforts to support, but at last or in the palace Mo in the arms of sleep in the past.

He looked at her quiet sleeping face, and his heart was full of emotion and could not tell the taste.

He was alive for only one year, just a year, from simple black to now, colorful, full of joy, anger and sorrow.

Gongmo bowed his head and gave a gentle kiss on his forehead.

He felt the call of silent power and knew that he could not hold on.

He picked up Limousin, put it on the grass, picked up his clothes and put them on.

When he put on his clothes, he saw the dark color of a smear of blood soaked in the black cloth at the corner of his coat.

Because in the sudden appearance of the moonlight, just vaguely see clearly.

Gong Mo's breathing seems to be caught, and then he kisses there and puts it on directly.

He picked up Limousin again and walked to the village step by step.

Looking at the shadow stretched by the moonlight, he found for the first time that he had never regarded life as a weed in the past, and even his own life had never been cherished.

But today, with every step he takes, he hopes it will last forever.

For the first time, he didn't want to live a life of walking dead. For the first time, he wanted to really grasp something, but he found that time was sand between his fingers. The tighter he held it, the faster it spread.

Gongmo holding strong Mu night to the village head's door, around the room.

In the room, the friend of the liemu evening foundation has already gone to sleep. Vaguely hearing the news, he opened his eyelids and took a glance at Gongmo, and then he fell asleep again.

Gong Mo Zhuo carefully will lie Mu night on the hard bed, bent over, kiss her lips.

She mumbled, "don't go."

His heart if acupuncture, but still to help her cover a thin quilt, turned away.

Instead of going back to his room, he found a thatched shop, picked up a sharp piece of gravel from the ground and rowed it down to his arm.

Suddenly, the blood overflowed and stopped quickly.

He looked at the wound and laughed.

The next morning, Gongmo opened his eyes again and found that he was stained with a lot of grass.

The surrounding environment was obviously a village, which made him a little trance.

Then, he realized that he had a nap because of fatigue when he was waiting for lemowan yesterday, so Kress appeared and went up the mountain together with him.

Gongmo Zhuo thought of this speculation, a tight heart, quickly got up, want to see if liemu night has been hurt.

When he got up, he felt something wrong with his body.

It was a delicate feeling, carefully discerned, and seemingly elusive.

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