Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 117 Life is tossing
The little anger in Wu Jiuzi's heart was faintly burning again, and she picked up the two dishes and dumped them into a trash can next to her.He only ate that bowl of rice, and after all, his stomach was full, and he went back to his bedroom...

Not long after her figure disappeared, there was a faint light flashing in the kitchen, and Liu Xiang in the wind appeared.

He walked over slowly, looked at the vegetables in the trash can, and was slightly lost in thought...

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Wu Jiuzi fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed.

Not long after she fell asleep, the light in the room dimmed, and there was one more person.

The man walked slowly to Wu Jiuzi's bed and looked down at her sleeping face. In the dark night, there seemed to be stars floating in his eyes.

After a while, he stretched out his hand to caress her sleeping face, sliding his fingertips over her outline inch by inch: "Ah Zi, no matter how you try to escape, you will never be able to escape from me. In this life, I will definitely make you fall in love with me." ..."

Wu Jiuzi moved uneasily in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttered twice, as if she was about to wake up.

Feng Jian Liu Xiang's eyes flashed, and he brushed her neck calmly, and she fell asleep again.

He took her hand again and looked at it. She had been pruning with scissors for a day today, and the palm had already been blistered. At this moment, there were two big blisters, which looked a little glaring.

He casually took out a silver needle to help her puncture the blood bubble and squeeze out the pus and blood. It probably hurt. Wu Jiuzi shrank her small hands and muttered in her small mouth: "It hurts..."

Does it hurt?Does she know it hurts too?

She is still so intolerant of pain, it's hard to wonder how she could cultivate such a kung fu in the first place?

Then does she know how long he has been in pain?
For thousands of years, her soul has flowed around, living ignorantly and happily.Leaving him alone on the tip of the knife to dance alone, suffering for years.

"Ah Zi, you will fall in love with me, no matter how long it takes, I have plenty of time to spend with you——

He chuckled, his smile was flowing and charming.

Turned around and walked out.After a while, the sound of the piano sounded again,

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Wu Jiuzi felt as if she was dreaming again.

The green bamboos in front of you are rattling in the wind, and the greenery is compelling.

The bamboo forest is huge, covering an area of ​​unknown number of mu, with no end in sight.

There was the sound of felling in the forest, and it was empty.

Her skirt was fluttering, and she followed the sound to find it.Finally, I saw the person who felled the bamboo.

It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with crystal beads of sweat rolling down his face, and carmine red on his originally white jade-like face, his small mouth was tightly pursed, and he held a handle An ax that didn't match his size was cutting down a thick bamboo one after another.

The bamboo looked green, but it was extremely hard. When he chopped it down with an axe, he could only cut a little bit...

And this bamboo has a strange property, it can heal itself like the laurel tree in the Moon Palace!
Of course, its healing speed is not considered fast. If the boy keeps his hands fast enough, it can heal the depth of one ax in the time it takes to chop two axes...

She laughed, the child is still a little too eager for success...

No wonder he didn't go back for so long, it turned out that he had gnawed a hard bone.

She clearly asked him to chop a thin bamboo back, but he picked the thickest one, so he suffered a lot, right?

As a child, you have to suffer a little to get a long memory.

(End of this chapter)