A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 255 Ending
Yu Ling frowned slightly, what is this?
Xue Mobai, who was sitting on the ground, endured the severe pain, and stared at Yu Ling obsessively, reluctant to blink, for he was afraid that he would never see her again in the next moment.

"Why are you bothering?" Yu Ling couldn't help but said, she hates to owe favors to others, and it's this kind of favor that can't be repaid. Xue Mobai's life is disappearing, and she can clearly feel that even if there is a Shenqin, There was no way to save him, his heart was already broken.

Xue Mobai looked at Yu Ling, and said a thousand words, but he couldn't say a word, just opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his handsome and majestic body in the past fell heavily on the ground, his breathing gradually stopped, his A pair of eyes, still locked on Song Yuling firmly, seemed to engrave her appearance in his heart, imprinted on his soul.

The advent of what love is?
It seems that the old hatred has completely dissipated at this moment.

When a person dies, the debt is eliminated.

The Supreme Emperor was rescued, even though Xue Mobai forced the palace, forced him to abdicate, forced him to become the Supreme Emperor,

But Xue Mobai was still his favorite son, he never blamed him, let alone hated him, and even felt a little relieved in his heart.

He has always wanted to pass on Xue Mobai, but it is a pity that the officials should not. The only candidate for the monarch in their hearts is the old Liu Xue Moyan. Unable to live up to expectations, for a woman, he seized the throne, for a woman, lost the throne, and even lost his life.

Beauty is trouble, beauty is trouble! ! !

Under the chorus of the ministers, Xue Moyan seemed to be the best candidate for the successor to the throne.

Standing in front of the Nine-Five Supreme Dragon Seat, Xue Moyan had a disdainful smile on his unparalleled handsome face. This place was never the place he wanted to come to.

Resigning from the kindness of the ministers, he waved his sleeves and left the palace gracefully.

What's so good about being an emperor?Without freedom, without self, this kind of life is worse than a birdcage.

His life is in the Zuichun Tower, and in the Zuichun Tower, there is a girl who is quietly waiting for him.

Hand in hand with her, this is what he wants to do most at this moment.

The throne of Snow Country has returned to the hands of the Supreme Emperor. At this time, he felt a trace of regret in his heart. He has many sons, the best and most suitable to be emperor. Except for the old Liu Xue Moyan, he will not be the second choice. But because of his preference, he missed the opportunity to pass the position.

Now, he no longer looks down on the throne, his heart is no longer here.

Looking at the other sons, who among them is a talent for success?
Snow Country, Xue Family Kingdom, is it about to fall in his hands?

On this continent, there is a legend:
An extremely beautiful woman, with a dazzling beauty tear in the corner of her eye, and a little monkey with a golden light all over her shoulder, she carries a magic zither that can benefit mankind, travels across the river, saves countless people, and becomes Admiring and admiring the beloved female Bodhisattva, there are shrines enshrining her statues everywhere.

Beside her, there is a handsome man in fluttering white clothes, sitting on the back of the saddle, silently guarding each other. After many years, they are hidden in the deep mountains and disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

Occasionally a daring hunter enters the deep mountains and encounters a ferocious beast and cannot escape. He can always get the help of a little boy. The little boy has picturesque features. Although he is thin and small, his figure is extremely vigorous. Three or five big men can't get close to him. him.

On the face of the little boy, he seemed to see the double image of the former pair of gods and couples.

Some descendants boldly speculated that that little boy might be their descendant.

deep in the mountains
The melodious music is endless, handsome men dance swords, beautiful women play the piano, spring flowers fall, summer flowers bloom, autumn fruits bear fruit, winter snow covers, the originally peaceful and peaceful mountain has a little more popularity and warmth.

The little boy played with a little golden monkey every day, and his skills became more and more vigorous. There was no need to deliberately teach him anything. ,

Looking at the handsome face of the little boy, the woman couldn't help sighing softly: "In the future, I don't know how many women will fall into his hands." As she spoke, she glanced at the man beside her with great resentment.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, pulled the woman into his arms, stroked the back of her slender hand, and said with a smile: "Who made him have such a handsome father? In your words, it's genetics. Good genetics."

Hearing this, the little boy ran to his parents, raised his head and asked, "What is genetic? What is delicious?"

The man and the woman looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The little boy also laughed, and even the little golden monkey squeaked and jumped around.

As twilight fell, there was a place deep in the dark mountains in the past, but it was bright and unusual, and laughter came from time to time.

This seemingly simple thatched hut has an endless stream of aura emanating from it. Those ferocious beasts only dared to look at it from a distance, then turned and left helplessly.

A few years later, a boy from the depths of the mountain came out. He had an unparalleled handsome face, and he possessed incomparable stunts. With a smile, many hearts secretly promised, and with a snap of his fingers, the gangster died, and the world seemed to become his world.

When a young man grows up, a calf is not afraid of a tiger.

In a small town full of fallen flowers, there are fallen flower trees everywhere in the town, and the breeze caresses gently, and the flowers fall one after another.

This year, he was 17 years old. On the first day he came to Luohua Town, under the Luohua tree beside the street, there was a girl who seemed to be about the same age. She stood quietly under the Luohua tree.

The wind gently caressed the petals, and the girl's black hair was covered with falling flowers. Her beautiful and refined face was full of intoxication.

She took a deep breath: it smells so good!

She turned and left without noticing the young man beside her.

The boy stared blankly at her until her figure gradually disappeared.

The boy lived in Luohua Town since then, and he came under the Luohua tree every day to watch the girl from a distance.

The girl never seemed to notice his existence, perhaps, she didn't care at all.

It was raining, but the girl didn't come, but the boy still stood blankly in the rain, looking at the empty flower tree.

In the distance, a girl pursed her mouth and yelled at the gray-haired woman beside her, "This man is always peeking at me practicing incense inhalation. It's really annoying."

The woman looked at the girl with a slight smile on her face, this girl, does she even know how to blush?

A man with the same gray hair and holding an umbrella came over, he shook the woman's hand affectionately, and said, "Hands are so cold, let's go back, what's so interesting about this rain."

The woman handed the umbrella to the girl, and she walked under the man's umbrella and said with a smile, "It's your daughter Xiaofang who wants to watch the rain, not me."

After speaking, the two left quietly, and the woman whispered in the man's ear: "Your daughter seems to have a new heart."

The man stopped, looked at the young man standing in the rain from afar, raised his brows, and said: "It looks really good, the more you look at it, the more familiar it looks, it seems like I've seen it somewhere before."

The woman gave him a white look, and said, "We haven't been out of Luohua Town for many years. This boy just came here not long ago. Where have you seen him? Nonsense."

The man shook his head, and said: "Look at the beauty tear in the corner of his eye, maybe it's because the beauty tear is too similar to Miss Song, so I have the illusion that I have seen it before."

The woman turned her head and looked at the young man with a strange look in her eyes. The young man's face not only looked like Miss Song, but also looked like a person.

Perhaps, this is fate.

Xiaofang hesitated for a long time, but finally came to the boy with an umbrella.

The young man smiled brilliantly.

Xiaofang said: I am over 30 years old this year.

The boy said: You are lying.

Xiaofang said: I will still be like this in 20 years.

The boy said: I don't believe it.

Xiaofang said: You look a lot like my sister.

The boy said: You are joking.

Xiaofang said: Do you like me?

The boy said: You are smart.

Xiaofang said: If I was really in my 30s, would you still like me?
The boy said: Of course.

. . . . . .

Life goes on and stories are always being written.

Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the falling flowers in reincarnation season after season.Soft whispers, rustling sighs, gurgling lovesickness, charming the rouge and coquettish youth.Listen, who is playing a melancholy string lightly among the three thousand worlds of mortals.Who is it again, intoxicated in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink, a Tang poem, a Song song, and a flute sound, rippling the nostalgia of the past and the present.

(End of this chapter)