When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 572 Zhao Shicheng Who Wants to Protect ([-])
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Wolf……

Hearing the howling of wolves in the deep mountains, Sheng Ge not only did not have the slightest timidity and fear, but was eager to try and full of interest.

Emmmmm......

Why can't her reaction be normal.

Go or stay?

To be honest, Shengge really wanted to show off her glory and kill the Quartet so that the ugly rake knew that she was a person with both good looks and strength.

But looking at the large and small wounds all over his body, Shengge fell silent.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to show off.

Don't take the risk of fighting wolves in such a situation of being beaten miserably.

Well, the state is not good, retreat.

Shengge figured out the direction decisively, and dragged his aching body to the distance without looking back.

As for the ugly rake...

Hahaha, just because of the clinginess of the ugly rake to her, he will never leave her.

In the night...

A thin figure and a shambling figure were on their way at the same time.

As time passed, Shengge gradually left the deserted forest behind, and the person who came from afar finally appeared beside the extinguished fire.

After nearly a night, the fire had already turned into a pool of ashes without any residual heat, and even the fish bones discarded by Shengge were taken away by some wild beast.

The only thing left may be the half-painting that Shengge drew on a whim...

Why half?
Obviously, Sheng Ge was impatient while painting. Could it be possible to expect an impatient person to draw a masterpiece with a branch?
Stop making trouble, don't forget that Sheng Ge is a 3-minute hot person.

The slightly illuminated horizon casts a little light through the leaves, and finally makes the face of the visitor more clearly displayed.

His face was pale and bloodless, which was definitely not what a normal person should look like.

I saw the smile and eagerness in the eyes of the visitor, a little bit of silence, and then a wry smile, indescribably lonely and lonely.

The visitor casually sat on the stone beside him, and then completed the half of the painting that was already out of shape.

This time it should be him...

There are thousands of people in the world, but no one is like him.

But after all, God still had mercy on him, he was dead but not stiff, walking in this world with the appearance of a living dead, and gave him a long time to find an impossible person.

It's not like he hasn't asked himself, so what if he finds it.

If they can stay together, the decades in the previous life will not be wasted.

Goodbye, this seems to be the only value of his immortality now.

The existence of some people not only amazes a certain period of time, but also warms the long years, becoming a belief-like existence in a long life.

How proud he was.

In the past, how obsessed he was with managing the power of the Langya Wang Clan.

But that's the case, back then he was able to bend so much for Wei Jie, let alone today.

However, some people have no chance after all, and some people can only be passers-by after all.

To Wei Jie, he is just a passerby.

This point was already clear when he saw the beautiful woman surnamed Pan.

Wei Jie's mystery was beyond his imagination.

Wei Jie's future is not what he can predict.

It can be said that the hundreds of thousands of years he has experienced are also just a drop in the ocean to Wei Jie.

So, why bother.

It is a moment to be able to see each other for a while, and it is a moment to be able to accompany you for a while.

To be honest, he really despises himself now.

Wei Jie, fortunately, I will be able to meet you again after all.

There are thousands of people in the world, and no one is like you, but I can meet you again.

Wang Jiulang...

In the past, when they were prominent, there were descendants of the Langya Wang family who had the king and the horse sharing the world, but now they have become witnesses to the disappearance of the Langya Wang family.

In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

I have to say that this poem really hits the nail on the head.

Now that he knows that Wei Jie is here, he should come slowly, so as not to frighten Wei Jie.

To appear by Wei Jie's side, one must have an aboveboard identity.

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Out of breath, Sheng Ge panted in embarrassment, cursing like a ruffian in his mouth, without the dignity and self-respect of a royal at all.

Shengge doesn't know what's going on in the wild forest, but it doesn't mean that the glass bastards in the live broadcast room can't see it.

There is no need to say more about the power of the live broadcast room.

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Big Pig's Hoof: Rubbing his eyes, looking forward, looking forward, the footsteps of spring are approaching...

Big Pig's Trotter: Bah, I finally saw my son's face, old mother who was crying with joy.

Pickled Pepper and Chicken Feet: Shouldn’t it be the old father?

If you walk too sloppy, you will flash your waist: You really are Wang Jiulang, why do you feel that the world may be in chaos again.

A glass of wine for the rest of my life: The anchor who lost his memory, Wang Jiulang who never forgets... It seems that he is really going to play Dafa.

Beicheng Nansheng: Is the mudslide anchor with a unique style of painting finally about to start a relationship line?

Lang Jiujiu: No, hold high the hymn couple, the hymn banner will never fall.

Dimly lit place: Whether it’s the banner of hymns, or the Jiuge couple, please save yourself, the anchor’s heartless appearance, and the emotional line?
Where the lights are dim: Any line will collapse in a mess here.Do you think that the anchor has no memory, so she becomes a shy and timid little girl who just flirts and leaves?
Dimly lit place: The anchor is clearly an old hooligan.As an old hooligan, he can only tease others, how could he be teased.

Yu Sheng Gu Liang: Damn it, it seems to be true.

Chun and Jingming: ...

Big Pig's Trotter: How can my son use teasing? He's not serious or sincere at all.

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I don't know whether the glass bastards in the live broadcast room trust Shengge blindly, or whether it's not a big deal to watch the excitement. Anyway, no one is worried about Shengge.

Come on, make fun of it, there's plenty of time anyway.

For lively things, the bigger the better.

Who made the anchor they followed so mentally retarded, gone forever on the road of sand sculpture.

If one day the anchor Jiao Didi said to them, little brother, kiss, hug and hold high, they would probably feel their scalps go numb from fright.

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"Little ancestor Rake, are we still far away?"

As a newcomer, Shengge is really unfamiliar.

"Not far, not far..."

Before Shengge could be happy looking at the crooked and disgusting words written on the ground by Chou Pazi, Brother Pazi continued to write.

"It's only ten days and a half months..."

Shengge: Σ(°△°|||)︴

This rake is probably a fool.

Not only ugly, but also a fool, no wonder he wanted to pester her.

Except for her who has been taken advantage of, I am afraid that no one is willing to take her in.

Not far, not far, only ten days and a half months...

hehe.

"Little Patriarch Rake, you are really a tormenting little goblin."

Shengge said through gritted teeth.

Shengge looked at the broken jade pendant tied around his waist, which was only half left, and felt like crying.

He is obviously a prince and aristocrat, and he is obviously a member of the royal family, so why is he living in such a miserable life.

(End of this chapter)