MTL - The Phoenix Arises-Chapter 547 Best decision

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The soil under the feet rolled down the steep slope, swallowing the swallowing water with fear and fear, and grasping the big hand above.

"Don't be afraid, I will pull you up."

It seems that I feel the fear of worry-free, the above person whispered comfortably, while pulling up the mysteriousness to pull her up.

After stepping on the ground again, I was relieved when I was worried.

"Thank you."

No worries, when I saw the familiar handsome face, I opened my eyes in shock. "Is it you?"

"It's me, you're fine."

Zhong Lijun took the worry and looked up and down nervously.

Worried and sullenly shaking his head, "How come you?"

"I will save you and follow me."

After Zhong Lijun finished speaking, he pulled up the worry-free hand and ran forward.

"Let her go."

The voice of anger slammed, and a figure flew to the front like lightning, blocking the way of the two.

"String brother..."

Seeing the warm string, the worry-free heart shook, and looked subconsciously to the wind.

The wind was red and the eyes were low.

She couldn't help it, she couldn't help but watch her die.

Seeing no worries, except for the point of thinning, there is nothing wrong with it, and the heart of the hanging string is finally halfway down.

Feeling the gaze of concern, no worries, looking at the face of the handsome and innocent, I was full of thoughts.

Why did she not see it for a few days, but she seemed to be so many centuries old.

"Let her go."

Wen Wen stared at the two hands that were held together, one word and one word out of the teeth.

No worries, immediately release the hand of the clock, but for the next second, but was held by the bell.

The temperature string is cold and the red scorpion turns directly to worry-free.

"come."

Deliberately soft sound lines seem to have a special magic, people can't help but want to obey.

Looking at the handsome face of the imaginary thoughts, no worries can not help but go forward.

"Do you want to go back?"

The low voice rang in the ear and returned to God without worry.

Yes, she wants to go back?

"I can lose the world, but I can't lose you."

"Children can't stay."

The boundless bitterness spreads in my heart, and I am worried. "I am sorry, I can't go back with you."

The low apology sound penetrates the warm heart like a magical sound.

"come......"

The warm string reaches out, and the sharp eyes instantly become gentle as water.

The slender shoulders trembled with tension and nervousness, licking his stomach and gently shaking his head.

The string of light is dim, and a blood is spurted out, and it falls backwards.

"String brother..."

No worries, no matter what, no matter what, I immediately opened the hand of the clock and ran towards the temperature string.

"The third child..."

The chill came at the same time and caught the fallen string.

The bell lingered, looking at the empty right hand, and the lips twitched with a bitter smile.

I have known the results long ago. What is he expecting?

"String brother, how are you?"

No worries to help the temperature string rubbing the blood of the lips, the eyes are full of worry.

The string does not speak, only the hand that is holding the worry is not loose.

Looking at the warm-cold lips, the blood is constantly pouring out, and there is no worries and panic. The teardrops hanging in the corners of the eyes can no longer help but slip down.

"String brother, don't scare me."

I squinted at the weak temperature string, and looked at the pear flower with the rain, and the amber scorpion flashed lightly.

"He couldn't die, he was only suffering from a heavy internal injury. It rained all night, and he didn't blink for four days and four nights. He still hasn't retired."

... Feng Yuyou and Zhong Lijun both turned dark eyes.

The second emperor’s use of this bitter meat is really...

"Sorry......"

No worries, tears, rain, a face of self-blame and worry.

Looking at the worry-free snoring, the warmth of the heart and the heart of the heart are breaking, warningly squinting.

Cold and guilty touched the nose.

The boy who has no conscience, who does he say for himself, isn’t he for him?

Warm strings raise your hands, distressed to wipe away the tears on your face.

"Go back with me."

"String brother..."

The worry-free nose was sour, and when I rushed into the warm string, I burst into tears.

Wen string red eyes, tightly holding the worry, and gently caressing her hair.

His worry-free, finally came back...

Looking at the two people embracing each other, everyone was red-eyed.

I cried for a while, and I raised my head without worry. "String brother, wait for me."

No worries, he got up and walked to the wind.

"Sorry."

The wind was red and the lips were apologetic.

No worries, gently hug the wind, "Is it a fool, sorry? I know that you are doing it for me."

The windy eyes are redder, reaching out, and gently holding the worry.

No worries to let go of the wind, very seriously looking at her.

"You are my best friend in my life, and the one who owed the most in my life."

The wind is sloppy and hides the sorrow of the fundus.

She loves worry, she still loves, but she doesn't love her.

"Before you said the doll pro, I can't promise you, my sister's girl..."

No worries, low heads, some are difficult to open.

"I know."

The wind is swaying and lifting your lips easily. "If you are not born, if you are born, regardless of men and women, this doll is settled."

No worries, he looked up and looked at his face with a serious wind, suddenly red eyes.

Looking at the two people's reluctant appearance, Wen Ling's heart was slightly sour, and when he stepped forward, he looked at the wind and sighed. "Thank you for taking care of our family."

Wen string said, proclaiming the shoulders of peace without fear.

...... Looking at the action of the warm string, the wind rolled his eyes and said nothing.

This person is really annoying, is it necessary to stimulate her like this? Even if she still loves worry, but worry is a woman, what else can she do?

"I am not for you."

The wind is so sullen, a look of disgust.

No worries, smirk, pull the warm string, "Let's go back."

Wen nodded, directly hit the horizontal and lifted without worry, turned and left.

"I can go by myself."

The worry-free face is reddish, and the little mouth is raised with dissatisfaction.

"I like to hug."

Warm-stringed lips and micro-hooks, the homeost printed a kiss on the red lips with no worries.

Just kidding, behind the two rivals, he can't do anything, let them die?

The worry-free face is redder, lifting the powder punch and hammering it down on the warm string chest.

This guy is really...

Looking at the backs of the two, the wind swayed and wiped away the tears in the corners of the eyes.

This feeling of happiness is so good, I hope that God will not torture these two people again.

The clock is separated from the lips, and I am really happy for both.

He thought that he really let go, they couldn't accommodate anyone, and he didn't want to be the one she hated.

No matter what they are for this time, he believes that they can go on happily and happily.

Palace of the Phoenix.

I heard the peace of mind returning, so everyone ran to Bai Xianxuan.

"No worries, you are fine."

The cool squat pulled through the worry-free and up-and-down, and then waited for the worry-free speech and began to take the pulse for her.

"I am fine, my baby is also very good."

No worries and light smiles, reaching out and gently stroking the lower abdomen of his own micro-long.

Looking at the worry-free and gentle expression, the warm strings flashed lightly.

After confirming that there is nothing to worry about, I am finally relieved. "Nothing is fine."

Hail happily ran to the worry-free side, "Worrying sister, you are coming back very well."

"This is the third time I can finally sleep." Warmer also smiled and teased.

The phoenix looked silently, and the joy in his eyes was as obvious.

Looking at the worry-free, surrounded by the crowd, the temperature string is not good.

"Go back, we are going to sleep."

Wenling waved his hand and walked to the room with no worries.

"Eh......"

"boom......"

When everyone wanted to say something, they listened to the door and slammed shut.

The hail turned and looked at the cold with a worried look.

"Four sisters, will the third brother be a baby in the stomach of my sister?"

Everyone heard the words, and their expressions dangled down their eyes.

Although worry-free, but what is the matter of the child?

The cool light flashes lightly, and the hair is gently rubbed.

"Don't worry, your third brother has his own size."

......

In the room, there was no worries, and he subconsciously tightened the neck of the string.

Wen string will be hugged to the bed without worry, and the words will not be directly pressed up.

"String brother?"

Just worrying about a mouth, it was sealed by the warmth of the red lips.

"Ok......"

Feeling the enthusiasm of the string, the worry-free heart swayed, reached out, hooked his neck and responded softly.

The lingering kisses, like the fire on the prairie, are out of control.

The snoring sounds are getting heavier and the temperature in the room is getting hotter and hotter.

At the time of preparation for worry-free, Wen String suddenly turned over.

Looking at the Wenxian string without worry, the Yingying water is full of lust.

Warm string choking lips, lovingly kissing her on the forehead, warming the big hand gently stroking her micro-lower belly.

The worry-free heart shook, subconsciously tightening the body.

Feeling fearless, the stringy heart screamed, and reached out and gently put her into her arms.

"You want to leave him."

The dull and dull voice could not hear the anger.

I am worried and coveted. After a long time, I will be low. "I love you, I love him too. I want to keep him, for you, for me."

The warm chords flashed lightly, and the bottom of the eyes passed a bitter bitterness.

"Do you know what it means to give birth to him?"

Carefree and caressingly caressing his belly, and the lips evoke a gentle smile.

"He is my life, isn't it?"

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid to become a sinner, afraid to become a devil.

Wen string will be into the arms without worry, buried in her hair, after a long time, only sullen, "We leave him."

No worries, squatting, "What are you talking about?"

Looking at the look of worry-free, stupid, gentle string, "I want to be a father."

No worries in the heart, a moment of tears.

"A fool, what are you crying?"

The string is sloping, and the tears of the worry-free eyes are kissed with distress.

"I'm happy."

No worries to the warm string of arms, silent tears.

Wen string one hand holding no worries, one hand caressing the stomach of Weilong.

Feel the wonderful feeling of the blood connected, the warm string lips are light.

Perhaps this is the best decision.