Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

The wind does not hide edges and corners, but it is like a gentle sword edge.

Flowers do not hide their blooming, but they will wither in loneliness.

The endless waves rise and fall like the same old pattern, secretly marveling at the prosperous and prosperous land city, but they can only drink their own joys and sorrows alone across the beach.

The bright moonlight reflects the sparkling sea.

Bai Siheng walked on the beach alone.

Not far away is a pair of limited-edition brand-name sneakers that I once loved, and they are washed around by the sea from time to time.

His handsome and flamboyant face was extremely calm, but the corners covered by shadows were somewhat indescribably lonely.

The hard shells and grains of sand were trampled under the feet, and they were obviously barefoot, but they didn't feel it.

The man's numb and empty eyes looked like a walking dead.

He probably remembered the past again.

I would rather be buried by the years, and I don't want to bring up the old things again.

The icy sea water soaks the ankles along with the high tide, and the low temperature in the middle of the night can make people shiver subconsciously.

Bai Siheng didn't react at all, he walked forward like a headless bee, and the long coastline couldn't be seen at a glance.

The journey without end is a desperate and hysterical fall into the abyss.

He didn't know what to think of and suddenly stopped, picked up a few stones from the ground and threw them away towards the sea.

The broad sea and sky, the free life that I envied most in the past, including a brand new identity and name.

But I can never get back the joy of the past.

"Lingjiu..."

"long time no see."

Bai Siheng whispered softly, this was the first time he saw the person deep in his memory in his dream.

Memories are like sand that cannot be grasped, the more unable to recall Lingjiu's appearance, the crazier the mood.

Maybe it was because the mistakes made five years ago were so sinful that even that person couldn't forgive, so he punished himself and watched the past be erased little by little.

With the death of Lingjiu, everything related to it disappeared.

Bai Siheng was actually a little surprised. His spiritual world still buried the past about that person. The vague childhood brought him back into the memory in a clear way, accompanied by hidden fear and numb pain.

The most embarrassing past was presented to Little Bao one by one.

But I don't regret it, even if I can see Lingjiu again, what are these thorns and blood?
Just why is my heart so sad and painful?
Luoluo's words not long ago played in Bai Siheng's mind, which was an overwhelming shock to him.

This kind of unfamiliar emotion that no one knows is so complicated that people can't distinguish it. It's like a fog lingering in front of my eyes. No matter how much I wave my palm, it can't dispel even a little bit.

"Rolo..."

What should I do with you?
Will you look down on me?
He personally killed the snow wolves that raised him.

Later, a catastrophic disaster occurred, and Lingjiu had to die.

Bai Siheng's eyes were condensed with scarlet, as if he had fallen into some kind of demonic obstacle that he couldn't extricate himself from.

He suddenly stopped, and when he looked carefully, he could find ice floes floating in the sea water soaked through his ankles.

After the man left, the sea receded and left only a piece of frozen ice.

……

"Good morning, uncle."

Xiaotuanzi rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, with a thin quilt wrapped around her waist, she was as cute as a chubby silkworm baby.

[Baby, good morning, did you sleep well last night? 】

"Yeah, I dreamed that my third brother seemed to be beaten."

049: This is not a dream. Bai Siheng was indeed taught a lesson yesterday.

Looking back on it now, it wants to laugh out loud, and at the same time, it feels a little inexplicably angry.

Maybe it's the same psychology as Zai Zai.

Bai Siheng, a bastard, dared to make such a tragic self-sacrifice.

He's not the kind of guy with heroic feelings.

"Uncle, can you help me find that little brother named Lingjiu?"

Lingluo stepped on a small bench, holding a toothbrush and brushing her small white teeth, gurgling white bubbles from her mouth.

049 didn't know how to respond, only knew that Lingjiu was probably dead.

How could it not understand the mind of its own host?

Bai Siheng's sudden suicide act still scared Luoluo.

He is obviously a little cub, but there are many things in his heart, and those pure and innocent eyes can always see through the fog to see what is hidden behind.

This is her gift, but also her bondage.

There are too many things to care about, and weaknesses can be seen everywhere.

If the area you want to protect is too large, there will always be a day when you can't bear it.

049 I don't know how to tell about Lingjiu, stop it?
What qualifications does it have?

How could I have the heart to let Zai Zai's bamboo basket fetch water in vain.

Tell her the truth directly, that would be cruel.

say what?Said that Lingjiu, who once made an appointment with your third brother to meet again in the future, is dead now, and he doesn't even know where his body is?
It all started five years ago...

It's a pity that all the clues have been destroyed.

Xiaotuanzi's character is extremely stubborn, as long as he promises, he will try his best to do it.

She silently squeezed her toothbrush tightly, making the best decision in her heart.

Make sure to let the little brother Lingjiu meet the third brother.

This is Luoluo's repayment to the third brother.

If you protect the nest, Luoluo will fulfill all the wishes of the third brother, even if it costs everything.

This is not just a simple promise, but the principles and beliefs that Zai Zai has always adhered to in his heart.

Tit for Tat is the principle of knowing kindness and reciprocating.

Two-way silent giving is the invincible belief of each other.

Luoluo firmly believes that her brother will hold Wo's little hand tightly, and Wo will always hold her brother tightly, and that Wo's family will stay together through thick and thin, and go on forever.

Xiaotuanzi spat out the foam in his mouth, drank water from a cup and rinsed his mouth.

She sniffed it, and there was a scent of milk wafting from the tip of her nose, and quickly and skillfully finished the rest of the basic washing.

"Sister Ah Jing!"

When Lingluo came out, she hugged her special baby bottle and began to tremble without hesitation.

Ah Jing silently combed the little guy's messy long hair.

The vanity mirror clearly reflected a cluster of silver-white long hair on the little guy's hair.

The hair was smooth and shiny, extending to Xiaotuanzi's waist.

That baby-fat little face is cute and cute, and you can clearly see the delicate and fair features, the small bridge of the nose, and the cherry-like pink mouth.

The most special thing is that pair of ruby-colored eyes filled with sparkling light, like talking stars.

Vaguely, 049 seemed to see that the hair of the cute little people in the mirror had all turned silvery white.

That touch of noble and elegant temperament blows across the face.

After careful observation, it found that the scene just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Are you too tired recently?
Can still see hallucinations.