Chapter 1755
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It's two o'clock in the morning.
Thick fog rose outside the window.
Outside the villa, under the street lights, the bats did not disperse.
Lou Luo fell asleep on the bed.
Shen didn't realize that the person who was sleeping with her arms around her had disappeared at this time.
The aroma of roses is strong.
It seems to be mixed with the smell of rust.
One of them turned into a child and knelt down in front of Bo Yin: "Young master will start the game on the 10th, and there will be a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th. I have already added my wife to the list."
Bo Yin let out a lazy "um", and spat out the blood bag on his mouth.
The child stood up, raised his head and said, "Why doesn't the king let me transform into the young master's childhood appearance? In this case, there is no need for the king to explain. The queen's memory is gone, and the king can also create a paragraph for her. After all No human being can accept that he is no longer a human being, this is what the king said."
Bo Yin clasped the black umbrella with his pale and slender fingers. Unlike in the daytime, his eyes didn't have any warmth at this time, which was natural.
He smiled, faintly evil: "Only Jiu can't, that's our child."
"What about memory?" The child puffed up his cheeks, but he still didn't understand.
Bo Yin casually threw the blood bag into the trash can: "Not to mention."
"Why?" Children always kill when they kill. Human beings are just food to them, not to mention human memory.
Thin and slender, with a black windbreaker fluttering in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memory she made is false."
The child understands a little bit, but he still can't understand why Wang loves a human being so much.
He said before that it was because of body temperature.
Can resurrect a human being.
Let yourself wake up to this kind of thing.
Definitely not just because of body temperature.
Bo Yin doesn't need to explain his feelings to anyone.
Bloodlines.
It has always been like this.
What's more, he is none other than Bo Yin.
If there is no Dao Talisman of his ninth master.
Perhaps, he will be the only one left in this world.
Now, she just lost her memory.
Obviously it was still under the streetlight last second.
It will appear next to the bed in a second.
This is also one of the abilities of the blood race, teleportation.
This kind of him is willing to cover up everything for one person.
Bo Yin doesn't know what human love looks like.
Long after she picked him up.
He didn't want to let go of this person again.
Bo Yin lay back on the bed quietly, reaching out and hugging her from behind.
I thought she was still talking.
But I heard a sentence in my ear: "It's so late, isn't it cold when you go out?"
Bo Yin paused with her fingers, then brushed her long hair away, and said with a smile, "It's cold, when did you realize I was gone?"
"Just now." Lou Luo looked over.
Bo Yin hugged him, and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I cooked some noodles for you."
I thought it was just his rhetoric.
When Lou Luo was carried to the dining table with the person and the thin quilt, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "Braised?"
"You don't like it?" Bo Yin let her sit in his arms.
"No." Lou Luo is not very used to such intimacy: "Are you going to sit across from me?"
"It's too cold on the other side." Bo Yin gave her chopsticks: "Try it?"
Lou Luo smiled lightly: "Don't you only know how to cook noodles?"
"Yes." Bo Yin put his chin on her shoulder and said casually, "If you want to eat something else, I can learn it too."
Lou Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the soup: "No, this is fine."
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It's two o'clock in the morning.
Thick fog rose outside the window.
Outside the villa, under the street lights, the bats did not disperse.
Lou Luo fell asleep on the bed.
Shen didn't realize that the person who was sleeping with her arms around her had disappeared at this time.
The aroma of roses is strong.
It seems to be mixed with the smell of rust.
One of them turned into a child and knelt down in front of Bo Yin: "Young master will start the game on the 10th, and there will be a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th. I have already added my wife to the list."
Bo Yin let out a lazy "um", and spat out the blood bag on his mouth.
The child stood up, raised his head and said, "Why doesn't the king let me transform into the young master's childhood appearance? In this case, there is no need for the king to explain. The queen's memory is gone, and the king can also create a paragraph for her. After all No human being can accept that he is no longer a human being, this is what the king said."
Bo Yin clasped the black umbrella with his pale and slender fingers. Unlike in the daytime, his eyes didn't have any warmth at this time, which was natural.
He smiled, faintly evil: "Only Jiu can't, that's our child."
"What about memory?" The child puffed up his cheeks, but he still didn't understand.
Bo Yin casually threw the blood bag into the trash can: "Not to mention."
"Why?" Children always kill when they kill. Human beings are just food to them, not to mention human memory.
Thin and slender, with a black windbreaker fluttering in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memory she made is false."
The child understands a little bit, but he still can't understand why Wang loves a human being so much.
He said before that it was because of body temperature.
Can resurrect a human being.
Let yourself wake up to this kind of thing.
Definitely not just because of body temperature.
Bo Yin doesn't need to explain his feelings to anyone.
Bloodlines.
It has always been like this.
What's more, he is none other than Bo Yin.
If there is no Dao Talisman of his ninth master.
Perhaps, he will be the only one left in this world.
Now, she just lost her memory.
Obviously it was still under the streetlight last second.
It will appear next to the bed in a second.
This is also one of the abilities of the blood race, teleportation.
This kind of him is willing to cover up everything for one person.
Bo Yin doesn't know what human love looks like.
Long after she picked him up.
He didn't want to let go of this person again.
Bo Yin lay back on the bed quietly, reaching out and hugging her from behind.
I thought she was still talking.
But I heard a sentence in my ear: "It's so late, isn't it cold when you go out?"
Bo Yin paused with her fingers, then brushed her long hair away, and said with a smile, "It's cold, when did you realize I was gone?"
"Just now." Lou Luo looked over.
Bo Yin hugged him, and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I cooked some noodles for you."
I thought it was just his rhetoric.
When Lou Luo was carried to the dining table with the person and the thin quilt, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "Braised?"
"You don't like it?" Bo Yin let her sit in his arms.
"No." Lou Luo is not very used to such intimacy: "Are you going to sit across from me?"
"It's too cold on the other side." Bo Yin gave her chopsticks: "Try it?"
Lou Luo smiled lightly: "Don't you only know how to cook noodles?"
"Yes." Bo Yin put his chin on her shoulder and said casually, "If you want to eat something else, I can learn it too."
Lou Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the soup: "No, this is fine."
It's two o'clock in the morning.Thick fog rose outside the window.Outside the villa, under the street lights, the bats did not disperse.Lou Luo fell asleep on the bed.Shen didn't realize that the person who was sleeping with her arms around her had disappeared at this time.The aroma of roses is strong.It seems to be mixed with the smell of rust.One of them turned into a child and knelt down in front of Bo Yin: "Young master will start the game on the 10th, and there will be a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th. I have already added my wife to the list."Bo Yin let out a lazy "um", and spat out the blood bag on his mouth.The child stood up, raised his head and said, "Why doesn't the king let me transform into the young master's childhood appearance? In this case, there is no need for the king to explain. The queen's memory is gone, and the king can also create a paragraph for her. After all No human being can accept that he is no longer a human being, this is what the king said."Bo Yin clasped the black umbrella with his pale and slender fingers. Unlike in the daytime, his eyes didn't have any warmth at this time, which was natural.He smiled, faintly evil: "Only Jiu can't, that's our child.""What about memory?" The child puffed up his cheeks, but he still didn't understand.Bo Yin casually threw the blood bag into the trash can: "Not to mention.""Why?" Children always kill when they kill. Human beings are just food to them, not to mention human memory.Thin and slender, with a black windbreaker fluttering in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memory she made is false."The child understands a little bit, but he still can't understand why Wang loves a human being so much.He said before that it was because of body temperature.Can resurrect a human being.Let yourself wake up to this kind of thing.Definitely not just because of body temperature.Bo Yin doesn't need to explain his feelings to anyone.Bloodlines.It has always been like this.What's more, he is none other than Bo Yin.If there is no Dao Talisman of his ninth master.Perhaps, he will be the only one left in this world.Now, she just lost her memory.Obviously it was still under the streetlight last second.It will appear next to the bed in a second.This is also one of the abilities of the blood race, teleportation.This kind of him is willing to cover up everything for one person.Bo Yin doesn't know what human love looks like.Long after she picked him up.He didn't want to let go of this person again.Bo Yin lay back on the bed quietly, reaching out and hugging her from behind.I thought she was still talking.But I heard a sentence in my ear: "It's so late, isn't it cold when you go out?"Bo Yin paused with her fingers, then brushed her long hair away, and said with a smile, "It's cold, when did you realize I was gone?""Just now." Lou Luo looked over.Bo Yin hugged him, and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I cooked some noodles for you."I thought it was just his rhetoric.When Lou Luo was carried to the dining table with the person and the thin quilt, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "Braised?""You don't like it?" Bo Yin let her sit in his arms."No." Lou Luo is not very used to such intimacy: "Are you going to sit across from me?""It's too cold on the other side." Bo Yin gave her chopsticks: "Try it?"Lou Luo smiled lightly: "Don't you only know how to cook noodles?""Yes." Bo Yin put his chin on her shoulder and said casually, "If you want to eat something else, I can learn it too."Lou Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the soup: "No, this is fine."
