Chapter 1885

Screen, light blue bed curtain, painted with the vase of Manta Everything is so familiar, as if that 50000 years of time here is equivalent to wasted, leaving no trace to this hall at all.

Even the bedding on that big bed looks like it used to be.

And her second intimacy with God Jiuli is in this big bed

She seemed to have a boiling water in her heart. That time, it was just a dream distance for her. Who could have thought that there were fifty thousand years in between?

Now everything is there, only he is not there -

after all, she just woke up after three days of death, her body is still very tired, but she does not have much sleepiness.

She thought of the journey again. At the last moment, she just wanted to say that she had come from 50000 years ago. As a result, she left her soul and came back again!

Is this a coincidence? Or can't we talk about it?

So I left. Was the body dizzy or returned to myself 50000 years ago?

Will God Jiuli detect it? What would he do?

Thousands of questions hovered in her mind, and her head hurt!

Simply a quilt, sleep!

Her eyes fell on the quilt again, and she clearly remembered that she was lying on the quilt and sharing the bed with God Jiuli.

Now she and xiaonianmo are the only ones

There seems to be a soft part in my heart that seems to be suddenly hit by someone, and the pain is unstoppable.

The saddest thing is that things are different from people -

she closes her eyes again. If she dreams, will she cross the past again and see him again?

With this beautiful fantasy, she went to sleep in a daze.

In fact, not only did she not dream of God Jiuli that night, for four or five days in a row, she never dreamed of him.

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It rained a little.

The light rain weaves into a rain curtain obliquely, making the world hazy.

The sound of a flute comes from a long distance, and is heard in the night when the drizzle is floating.

Ning Xuemo frowned slightly. The Luo jiuchen can play the flute for half a day these days. To be honest, the sound of the flute is really good. His skill can catch up with the legendary Xiao Shi who can play the flute to attract the Phoenix.

That is to say, there are no birds or animals in the Vatican Palace that can come in by themselves. Otherwise, his Xiao voice can not necessarily lead to the Phoenix. If not, at least one peacock can come

The sound of his flute makes Ning Xuemo feel familiar, but when he thinks about it, he can't remember hearing it there.

Her memory is amazing, and she has the memory of the third life. But there is no memory of the flute in the third life. When did she hear it?

Can't it be the prenatal music she heard in her mother's womb?!

Every time she heard the music, she was a little fidgety. Now in this boundless rainy night, she is even more fidgety when she hears his sad Xiao voice.

Xiaonianmo is warming up his books. Hearing this, he is also very tired. He covers his ears and drums his mouth to complain: "is this man tired or not? It's like a funeral every day... "

Ning Xuemo touched his head and said, "go out and have a look."

Xiaonianmo led her by the corner of her dress: "mother, this man is an old fox. Don't be fooled by him..."

Ning Xuemo chuckled and flicked his forehead: "of course not! Who am I, your mother? He won't be fooled! "

He turned around and went out. He also set up a sound barrier in the room, so as not to let the sound of the flute disturb his son again.

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