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the next day.

Tang Muchen and Bibidong got up on time and watched the sun rising outside, the warm glow shining on the two of them, inevitably showing a pleasant expression. The recent days have coincided with the rainy season, and it has been a long time since we saw such warm and pure sunlight. .

It's just that today is a bit more shy than Bi Dong's charming face. The nightdress I wore last night had some faint traces of torn, and the black stockings on his legs had disappeared, revealing the empty white calves, which looked very charming.

The two cuddled together and communicated quietly with each other. They could not hear Bibi Dong’s coquettish smile and were about to beat him viciously, but somehow, this hand, I just couldn’t control it, and went to a place where I shouldn’t go. It caused Tang Muchen to swallow secretly, his eyes fiery, and his big hands scurrying, causing a magnificent look on the girl's pretty face.

Therefore, the early morning is always accompanied by fire, and sincerely does not deceive me.

…

"..."

Quiet, or quiet, today's Wuhun Temple, all the noise has disappeared, like a cold hell, Tang Muchen frowned, but did not say much, pulling his lovely girlfriend, it seems that the whole space can only He heard the crisp sound of high heels trampling and the breathing of the two.

"What happened?"

"Yesterday Qian Daoliu originally planned to entangle with us until he left in a hurry. I probably know that things are no longer simple. The kind of people who do their best for the spirit hall will not let us take power...unless, Something terrible happened."

"Even he can hardly stop things."

Bibi Dong's eyes were a little bit more stunned, carefully guessing Qian Daoliu's motives, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "It's not my cheap master who is going to die... It's quite possible."

"...Under my guess, Chihiro Ji is indeed dead."

Tang Muchen rubbed the opponent's head, and analyzed together: "But I feel that the time is a bit out of time. How could he suddenly die?"

"unless…"

The two said in unison, with a deep sense of inquiry in their eyes: "Someone has advanced this time..."

"So, who is it?"

Tang Muchen was surprised, and hurriedly asked, "Sister Dong'er, do you have a senior sister..."

"Well, you mean, my senior sister was dissatisfied with her husband and then killed him...?"

"How is this possible... They are considered to be happy, even though the master-disciple love is intolerable in the world."

"Hey, is it okay for our sister and brother to be in love?"

"Aren't we related brothers and sisters?"

"So if you are related, you won't like me."

"How can you, a young man who has just turned eighteen, have so many psychological thoughts? You will use various means to force me to have feelings for you."

Bibi Dong patted the other person's **** in dissatisfaction, and frowned: "However, it seems possible. Before that guy hit me, I obviously felt a sense of strangeness and strangeness between the two of them... The suspicion arose, but then I almost caught the other side's deception, and since then I haven't seen Senior Sister."

"No matter what, the senior sister is so kind to me, whether she did it or not, we will hurry up and visit."

"Well, listen to you."

Tang Muchen felt the other party's anxiety, and he understood a little bit more in his heart. He took the initiative to grasp the other's little hand to comfort each other. The two held hands to each other, their hearts were very close, and they looked at each other and smiled. In addition to being anxious, Bibi Dong's heart was also anxious. A bit more content and sweetness.

…

The vacant atmosphere infected everyone present. In the main hall belonging to the Pope’s dormitory, there was not the slightest anger, and the people around did not dare to breathe, for fear of angering this peerless Douluo who had stood at the peak for decades.

Qian Daoliu's simple and plain robes are very messy, and his gray hair is not trimmed, and he can even see mud and blood on his body. Obviously, he rushed here after the battle ended yesterday without even having time for wiping, but he heard this. Sad news, he has maintained this posture for a full night.

Looking at his dead son, he felt sad, what kind of experience it was like for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man, and now, he finally knows.

"..."

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, which shocked the group of people inside with surprise and fear. Our great worship son of the grass mud horse was dead. We were all terribly scared. You actually made a noise outside. Didn't you die fast enough? ?

However, they just thought about it, because the people who came were Tang Muchen and others.

Tang Muchen saw the handsome man who was silently dying with his eyes open on the collapse, a little smile in his heart, hey, Chihiro Chi, Chihiro Chi, I didn't expect you to die for the first time we met. It's time, it's so sad!

It stands to reason that I still want to call you father-in-law, but forget it, after all, you are a big beast.

But the Pope Bibi Dong who you coveted so hard to covet, or your daughter, the Young Master Qian Renxue of Wuhun Palace, I will definitely take care of it.

If there is a chance, it is not impossible to burn some paper money for you in the future.

In addition to Tang Muchen gloating over misfortunes here, Bibidong is more hateful, and she can't believe that the woman lying on the ground quietly, girls are all sentimental, even Bibidong is no exception, UU reading www.uukanshu .com saw the senior sister he admired lying on the ground, her face pale and she looked like she had been dead for a long time, all kinds of emotions in her heart were pouring in like a tide, with some water stains in her eyes, her eyes were a little wet, and tears rolled in her eyes. .

Tang Muchen naturally hugged the other party, letting the other party weep gently in his arms, and the placket on his chest was quickly wetted. Tang Muchen sighed with emotion that the woman is really made of water, and then gently encircled the other party. Patting his back.

"..."

I don’t know how long it took before the standing Qian Daoliu came back to his senses. His sculptural figure moved a little, and then his eyes were gray, as if he was several decades old. He was originally a sturdy old man. Going for a walk can still make the aunt fall in love, but now she has completely turned into a bad old man, maybe only the dog will bite his **** and bark for the father to put the bone down.

He glanced around without sorrow or joy, his voice was calm: "Buried the Pope for good."

"In addition, the Wuhun Hall cannot be without the pope for a day. The next pope will be the disciple of the contemporary pope, Bibi Dong."

"I will hold a coronation ceremony for you in three days."