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Even if Lu Xinglan gave up protecting the southern country.

Who is qualified to condemn him?

No.

Until the Lu family sacrifices for the South, only Lu Xinglan is alive.

How could anyone have that face for him to continue to sacrifice.

Not to mention Lu Xinglan has done enough these years.

No one blame him for whatever he decides.

However, Lu Xinglan has not given up protecting the southern country in these years, even if the royal family is faint and corrupt to such an extent.

He still hasn't given up on the royal family.

And finally a Bai Weiwei appeared, making him think of letting go of his burden.

Xin Wu certainly encouraged, and thankfully there is such a person.

Let Lu Xinglan live a better life.

When Xin Wu went out, she saw Bai Weiwei carrying an overly long skirt and walking in broken steps.

She smiled when she saw him.

Xin Wu also smiled, then turned away and disappeared.

The system also smiled, and then took a quiet sip of super luxury pork chops.

Lu Xinglan sat in the study, with the door half open.

He tilted his face and looked at the messy paper on the table.

Some of the maps he painted were not destroyed.

Some of them are ... when tired, the shadows of girls who do not consciously draw.

He sat in silence for a while, and when he was about to get up to clean the table, he turned back.

When she saw the door was pushed open, Bai Weiwei stood outside, and the girl's fingers rested lightly by the door.

She had a look of worry in her eyes.

"Master?"

Lu Xinglan froze, then pursed his lips, suppressing the hesitation in his heart.

After all, protect the South and destroy the North.

The idea of ​​going back to the frontier was very tempting to him.

But see Bai Weiwei.

This seductive thought faded again.

If he really wanted to choose, he might ... would choose to stay.

The man lifted his eyes lightly, his indifferent eyes, and a faint light shadow.

He was about to get up, but saw the girl walking slowly, then she squatted lightly, pressing her hand on the back of his leg.

He had to sit.

Seeing her resting her hands on his legs, the girl raised her eyes and looked at him silently for a long time.

Then he said, "I know what you worry about."

Lu Xinglan looked down, just to say don't worry.

But when she saw the girl staring at him silently, Yingying's charming eyes had a clear look.

Seems to know what he thinks.

With her fair fingers, she pinched his fingertips.

"Master."

Her voice was calm and her lips flapped slightly.

"Go to the frontier to fight."

Lu Xinglan pursed her lips without responding, her dark eyes were extremely silent.

Silent for a long time.

He finally said in a dumb voice, "I'm gone, what do you do?"

The young girl couldn't help laughing when she heard this sentence, her smile popped into her eyes with a stunning light.

Her face pressed against the back of his hand.

Like a flattering child.

"Of course I am waiting for you."

Lu Xinglan took a breath, but felt that his heart was constantly accelerating at his chest.

Bai Weiwei narrowed her eyes and smiled cutely. "Master is my hero. You won the Northland, protected the Southland, and protected me."

She is a people of the South.

He protects the southern kingdom.

Is to protect her.

Lu Xinglan's eyelashes trembled, his eyes shattered, and he stared at the face on the back of his hand.

After a long time.

He heard him whisper, "This is the last time."

The girl lifted her eyes, her eyes clear, reflecting his handsome face.

The man's voice was weak and firm.

"This is the last time I have protected the South."

He lowered his head slightly and dropped a kiss on her cheek.

"Then I will spend the rest of my life ... to protect you."

[Ding, the male lead is ninety-two. 】

The last change?

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The author weakly probed from the corner: The first plane of the new book is over. Would you like to glance at it if you like it? After reading the dislike, it would be nice to silently order a small cross. The writer of the **** has a hard time writing, and I have no confidence. You can slap me.

The writer who sells and sells tremblingly ... Retracted his head and continued to stay up all night writing the new book.

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good night.

Go to bed early.

(End of this chapter)