"This, there is really no place to live."

The little guy immediately grabbed Lu’s hand: “Go to my house, although the home is a bit messy, but the place is quite big.” She couldn’t tell her, she took her away.

At this time, Yan Fei is stepping out of the door of the mercenary alliance, and is eager to go home.

Xiang Hui’s hand is small, soft, full of the unique warmth of the young man, and he is also full of life, lively and sentimental. Lu Xunqian always thinks of her own younger brother. Her younger brother is super smart, patience and talent, but she hopes that he can live alive, be energetic, stronger and firmer. Inadvertently, Yan Hui was treated as a younger brother. The gear of destiny is turning. No one can think that Lu Xianghui and Yan Hui will become good friends of life and death after hundreds of years. This is not mentioned for the time being.

The nightmare with a coffin face behind Lu Yuqian, can't blame him for a thousand faces are such expressions, he really does not know what is called laughter, that face is strangely indifferent or indifferent. He carried a sword pouch, two swords in the pouch, one for the usual use, and one rarely shot, that is, the day to deal with the Millennium King, then the crisis moment, did not pull up the second sword. As a killer, his impression is really vague, but when you look closely, he is a beautiful man, so let's focus on him now: long eyebrows, long eyes, nose and nose, skin is not so pale, it is more transparent Yes, the white cockroaches are nearly transparent, the hair is blue, and arbitrarily draped, dressed in plain white robes, and slender in shape. Walking in the wind, this indifferent killer, even at first glance looks like a peerless knife! Maybe it is because it is too good to dilute its existence, but not many people have seen him.

He is the ace killer of the Killer League. He is the most promising killer who has grown up through countless trainings. He is the killer who survived through the kind of nine deaths. The man said that he is a natural killing machine. In the future, it will be the leader of the killer league... He is not even an individual, not a creature... as long as he pulls out the second sword! But... no one wants to turn himself into a machine. Maybe the previous memories are not in the heart... I still want to be a flesh-and-blood person, otherwise I will not kill the ghost gates, but only kill them. a child.

He didn't understand why he had to follow Lu Yiqian and completed the task as usual. He would continue to take the assassination mission. This time, he actually wanted to stay by her side. I don't know why, just like staying beside her, as if she had one there. The unspeakable warmth of the regiment made him want to stop...

Follow it... Maybe you know that the world is not cold...

The little guy's home is a three-story building, pure white, so small and exquisite in Daewoo's various buildings, but so warm and lovely. There is a small garden in front of the house, which belongs to a public place. No one is willing to take care of it. However, a little guy carefully planted flowers and plants, and the breeze blew and slightly scented. On the balcony on the third floor of the second floor, it is also full of flowers and plants, beautiful and lush, very beautiful.

"Mother is a very beautiful woman. She always smiles tenderly. When her father loves her mother, she covers this small building to her mother. The mother said that this is the nest of love." The little guy put his hand on the door, in the door. There is a hand pattern recognition system that automatically opens the door. "There is nothing at home, my brother and I have to live, and all that we can sell are sold..." The voice gradually went down.

This strong teenager, encountering too many misfortunes, life is about cruel to him!

Lu Yiqian thought that the little guy would be sad and tearful, but he saw that he suddenly looked up and had a bright smile on his face: "Sister, father and mother must continue to love each other in the garden of the creation god, right?"

The heart seems to be hit hard, creation... God? If you let this little guy know that he is the creation god, don't you know if he will despair? Creation God said, children, you are my people...

"Yes, they lived very well in the garden of the creation god." Lu Yiqian said seriously, this is the first lie that she said.

However, Yan Hui’s face shines brightly, and the black lacquered eyes are full of smiles.

This lie, seduce, is worth it.

The little guy pulled Lu Hao on the second floor and pushed open a room full of warm and scented flowers, but the room was empty and there was no furniture.

"Sister, I will give you my bed for a while, and I will be huddled with my brother." The little guy is probably not so funny. "Furniture, um, I will make money to buy it!"

"It doesn't matter..." Lu Hao said: "The bed is something I will do."

For her life-giving fire, there is nothing that can't be created, let alone bed and furniture...

"Sister, then you promised to stay!" Yan Hui slyly grasped the small flaws in Lu Qianqian's discourse and looked forward to it.

"Leave." Lu Hao nodded a thousand times, she really couldn't bear the good intentions of the little guy, and said that she really needs a place to stay.

After Lu Hao Qian Gang finished, there was a cold voice interface: "I don't allow it!"

The vocal person is a cold boy, 16 or 17 years old, a lower level god, a black hair, black eyes, slender figure, a young man between the youth and the youth, very handsome . This young Lu Hao has seen thousands of times, it is the Preda who owns a one-horned sea lion.

"Brother!" Yan Hui yelled and ran over and hugged the boy.

The cold teenager frowned. "How come it is so dirty, are you going to be a guide?"

Yan Hui quickly admits: "Brother, I brought a sister back." He looked at Yan Fei: "Let the sisters stay behind, okay?"

"No, I don't agree!" Yan Fei squinted coldly and stunned Lu Yan's eyes. Although he could accept the fact that he had failed, he could not accept and defeat his girl under one roof.

Yan Hui wrinkled his nose, and the bright big eyes began to fill with tears. He looked at his brother with his eyes, and he had the momentum that he cried to him when he did not agree.