Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1222 You are really not a fucking thing!

Hiroshi Fujiwara, who was ruthless and ruthless, lived alone in this world. He was a person who walked on the road of blood. This half of his life is already lonely enough. He is in a high position, has no relatives, no friends, and no love.

Fu Yuejun didn't believe that Fujiwara Hiroshi would not regret it after obtaining immortality.

Because, only when you really stand on this high mountain and river, can you truly experience the desolation of the unbearably cold high place, where no one rejoices together, and no one cares about the warmth.

Hiroshi Fujiwara is such a person.

"What do you know?"

Gu Qingmiao's tone was a bit more serious, but her voice was ethereal: "Few people can live a hundred years. As for longevity, this is the dream that everyone dreams of. There are no emperors, ministers or even ordinary people who are not afraid of death."

As a human being, he will die sooner or later, but if he lives for a day, shouldn't he live a good life?
How terrible death is. In addition to the physical pain, there are many unknown pains in the heart.

In the pain, it is the suffering for the children when they were young, the regret of not being able to accompany the other half to the last journey, and the weakness of the body that wants to watch the sunrise a few more times, but cannot.

When they were young, they built a castle in their hearts, in which lived a happy and happy family. Later, when they got old, the castle in their hearts gradually became weaker, the city walls slowly collapsed, and illnesses gradually captured the city. castle.

In the end they couldn't escape.

"Indeed, people are afraid of death." Fu Yuejun nodded with a smile, he couldn't deny this, and turned his head to ask her: "But don't you know that loneliness is more terrifying than death?"

In any case, emotions are always flowing in the blood of a person, and in the empty and lonely heart, there is always a need for sustenance, whether it is another person or an animal.

And loneliness, endless waiting, no human hands, not even one, no mercy from God, no even a look in the eyes.

so terrible!
"Hmph!" Gu Qingmiao snorted coldly, sat down on a chair beside her, played with her slender fingertips and smiled coquettishly: "This is just your point of view, we are not the same way."

"Yes, of course we are not the same way, you should be a traitor!"

Fu Yuejun smiled evilly, closed his eyes and dragged his body back, chatting with Gu Qingmiao calmly, not caring about his situation at all.

She sighed softly: "It is said to follow father and son, your father is from Kyushu, so you should be from Kyushu, but you have been harming this country, it is really shameful."

The night was long, but she felt the desire to chat with Gu Qingmiao.

Gu Qingmiao said flatly: "Even though I have the blood of Kyushu in my body, I am a Fusang person. I have been a Fusang nationality since I was born!"

That has nothing to do with Kyushu.

Hearing what Gu Qingmiao said, Fu Ziyuan immediately lost his temper, and cursed angrily: "You shameless woman, you should not be a good Kyushu person, you should be a Fusang person, you are really nothing!"

It was the first time he heard him scold a woman so rudely, Fu Yuejun was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his lips, but he didn't speak.

This is what a young man in his prime of life should look like, scolding as he pleases, not being tucked away.

Although these words sounded fascinating, but to Gu Qingmiao's ears, they were extremely rude, which disgusted her, and she immediately scolded back with a dark face: "Your family is not a good thing!"

When her eyes touched Fu Yuejun, Gu Qingmiao smiled, lowered her head and said half-truthfully, "Oh, I forgot, your nine girls are an exception."

(End of this chapter)