Chapter 932: 932
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Suburban, old house.
A black Bentley, a beautiful elegant, stable stop in front of the gate, across the gate, directly blocked the gate.
Besides their boss, Yun Weiyang is the only one who dares to park here.
After the heavy snow, this desolate and uninhabited place in the suburb looks very bleak. At a glance, it is the endless white snow.
It's said that snow is a good year. Next year will be a good time.
"Squeak -"
the cold and heavy door was opened with a slit, and then there was a shriek in the old house: "Damn it
After a long time, the owl didn't dare to say what he said. The coffin seemed to be pestling there. After a long time, he shivered and rubbed his hands with sincerity: "sister-in-law, you're here. What's the matter? The boss just fell asleep What can I do for you
Since he came back last night, the eldest of the family, who was not sure what was wrong, suddenly went to build a snowman in the yard in the middle of the night. He was uglier and uglier. After soaking in the snow for a long time, his weak body had already been unable to carry it. At this moment, the man had just been covered up and warmed up. Unexpectedly, yunweiyang came.
Boss, it's really not the right time
Yun Weiyang stood at the door and glanced at him: "it's OK. I'll wait for him to wake up."
The owl swallowed his saliva. He couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse, so he had to face the people with a stiff head. Yun Weiyang didn't speak, but just buried his head, walked through several long corridors and walked straight to the courtyard where mushen lived.
The night owl wanted to stop it, but he felt that it was too obvious to stop it.
As soon as Yun Weiyang entered the yard, she saw the snowman in the yard. At that moment, she seemed to step on the air from a high place, with a stirring spirit on her back and fingers hanging in her long sleeves.
These snowmen
"Well, this Sister in law, are you a little scared? Last night, the boss didn't know what to smoke. We all thought that he was lowered his head when he made so many snowmen here. "
The night owl's words, with a cold wind, hit Yun Weiyang's heart, shaking her body slightly, almost fell.
In my mind, suddenly flashed a lot of memories, scene by scene, are some very long memory, thought that has been forgotten in the mottled years, but now when I see these accumulation of snowman, but once again clear uprooted.
"Do you like snow so much?"
"More beautiful than I am?"
Memory seems to be reopened. The young man with cold frost on his brow piled up more than ten snowmen in the snow with his bare hands. He asked her to say that his snowman was better than someone else.
Memory can be forgotten, but those who have experienced life and death together in the lonely years seem to be carved into the blood and become the maggot of tarsal bone, which can never be forgotten.
Perhaps, she was born to be a person who grew up in the dark.
Looking at her like this, the owl retreated half a step, almost bumped into a little snowman behind her. The name on the ground had been covered with snow for a long time.
"You go out. I'll just go in myself." Yunweiyang suddenly said.
Owl immediately nodded, such as pound garlic, under the foot of the wind rolling.
Yun Weiyang stood in the yard for a while, and suddenly a voice with a bit of sarcasm sounded in his ear, just like that year: "do you think the snowman made by me is more beautiful than that wild man?"
Memory overlaps with reality, and her ears are scared. But as soon as she raises her eyes, she sees Mu Shen standing at the door, with slender fingers supporting the door frame, pale lips holding a bit of ridicule. Her face, like a demon, seems to be a little far away, but it's close at hand.
Cloud not center canthus slowly float a smile lines, "is, seven ye a pair of skillful hands......"
She said only half, but suddenly stopped, as if she had no strength to continue to finish what she said later.
Mu Shen's back was slightly stiff. He thought that the girl had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that he could hear her repeat that sentence now. Although, it was only half said.
Mu Shen's hand holding the door frame unconsciously increased his strength, as if he wanted to cut the door frame out of the hole.
Evil fate
Yunweiyang has already stepped towards him. The girl's feet are covered with snow, step by step. It's like a traveler wading through thousands of mountains and rivers in Weiyang's long night, and finally comes to her destination.
It's just, no one knows where they're going to end up.
"Why are your hands so cold?" Yun Weiyang went to the door and quietly helped Mu Shen.
Mu Shen is very cheeky. Even if he is dead, he has to hold on to a romantic and unconventional style. But at the moment, he is helped by Yun Weiyang. Suddenly, he feels that it's not bad for him to be weak.
In the past 20 years, he has already been trained in the wind, frost, snow and rain. He can turn clouds and rain when he raises his hand. He never frowns when he waves his hand to kill.But at the moment, he seems to feel at ease when he is supported by yunweiyang.
The heating in the room is on very well. After two steps, Yun Weiyang finds that he is barefoot. Yun Weiyang frowns and still quietly supports him to sit down on the sofa in the room.
On the tea table, there is a pile of medicine and a cup of ginseng tea which is still steaming.
Yun Weiyang wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, so they sat in silence.
Mu Shen had some energy problems. Last night, there was a cold wind. He was still feverish, but he had strong willpower. He didn't pay attention to this kind of feverish cold.
"Don't you come to me just to sit here?" Mu Shen leaned on the sofa, his eyes closed slightly, and his voice was not light or heavy.
Yun Weiyang raised his head, "you know why I'm here."
Mu deep side brow tip slightly picked to pick, "know, can this Zun why want to tell you?"
I don't know if it's because he is too weak now. This tone is less provocative and more elusive.
Yun Weiyang looks calm: "you already know."
Maybe not only mu Shen, but also Huo tingxiao knew it for a long time. But these two people chose to keep a secret at the same time. Are they afraid that she will know the truth, or do they have another deep meaning?
She doesn't want to guess anyone with malice all the time. It doesn't mean that she doesn't have a brain if she doesn't tell the truth about many things.
In fact, many things can be traced, but she does not want to go into too much.
But now, she has to investigate, and she even thinks, what kind of mood are these two people holding when they conceal her.
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Suburban, old house.
A black Bentley, a beautiful elegant, stable stop in front of the gate, across the gate, directly blocked the gate.
Besides their boss, Yun Weiyang is the only one who dares to park here.
After the heavy snow, this desolate and uninhabited place in the suburb looks very bleak. At a glance, it is the endless white snow.
It's said that snow is a good year. Next year will be a good time.
"Squeak -"
the cold and heavy door was opened with a slit, and then there was a shriek in the old house: "Damn it
After a long time, the owl didn't dare to say what he said. The coffin seemed to be pestling there. After a long time, he shivered and rubbed his hands with sincerity: "sister-in-law, you're here. What's the matter? The boss just fell asleep What can I do for you
Since he came back last night, the eldest of the family, who was not sure what was wrong, suddenly went to build a snowman in the yard in the middle of the night. He was uglier and uglier. After soaking in the snow for a long time, his weak body had already been unable to carry it. At this moment, the man had just been covered up and warmed up. Unexpectedly, yunweiyang came.
Boss, it's really not the right time
Yun Weiyang stood at the door and glanced at him: "it's OK. I'll wait for him to wake up."
The owl swallowed his saliva. He couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse, so he had to face the people with a stiff head. Yun Weiyang didn't speak, but just buried his head, walked through several long corridors and walked straight to the courtyard where mushen lived.
The night owl wanted to stop it, but he felt that it was too obvious to stop it.
As soon as Yun Weiyang entered the yard, she saw the snowman in the yard. At that moment, she seemed to step on the air from a high place, with a stirring spirit on her back and fingers hanging in her long sleeves.
These snowmen
"Well, this Sister in law, are you a little scared? Last night, the boss didn't know what to smoke. We all thought that he was lowered his head when he made so many snowmen here. "
The night owl's words, with a cold wind, hit Yun Weiyang's heart, shaking her body slightly, almost fell.
In my mind, suddenly flashed a lot of memories, scene by scene, are some very long memory, thought that has been forgotten in the mottled years, but now when I see these accumulation of snowman, but once again clear uprooted.
"Do you like snow so much?"
"More beautiful than I am?"
Memory seems to be reopened. The young man with cold frost on his brow piled up more than ten snowmen in the snow with his bare hands. He asked her to say that his snowman was better than someone else.
Memory can be forgotten, but those who have experienced life and death together in the lonely years seem to be carved into the blood and become the maggot of tarsal bone, which can never be forgotten.
Perhaps, she was born to be a person who grew up in the dark.
Looking at her like this, the owl retreated half a step, almost bumped into a little snowman behind her. The name on the ground had been covered with snow for a long time.
"You go out. I'll just go in myself." Yunweiyang suddenly said.
Owl immediately nodded, such as pound garlic, under the foot of the wind rolling.
Yun Weiyang stood in the yard for a while, and suddenly a voice with a bit of sarcasm sounded in his ear, just like that year: "do you think the snowman made by me is more beautiful than that wild man?"
Memory overlaps with reality, and her ears are scared. But as soon as she raises her eyes, she sees Mu Shen standing at the door, with slender fingers supporting the door frame, pale lips holding a bit of ridicule. Her face, like a demon, seems to be a little far away, but it's close at hand.
Cloud not center canthus slowly float a smile lines, "is, seven ye a pair of skillful hands......"
She said only half, but suddenly stopped, as if she had no strength to continue to finish what she said later.
Mu Shen's back was slightly stiff. He thought that the girl had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that he could hear her repeat that sentence now. Although, it was only half said.
Mu Shen's hand holding the door frame unconsciously increased his strength, as if he wanted to cut the door frame out of the hole.
Evil fate
Yunweiyang has already stepped towards him. The girl's feet are covered with snow, step by step. It's like a traveler wading through thousands of mountains and rivers in Weiyang's long night, and finally comes to her destination.
It's just, no one knows where they're going to end up.
"Why are your hands so cold?" Yun Weiyang went to the door and quietly helped Mu Shen.
Mu Shen is very cheeky. Even if he is dead, he has to hold on to a romantic and unconventional style. But at the moment, he is helped by Yun Weiyang. Suddenly, he feels that it's not bad for him to be weak.
In the past 20 years, he has already been trained in the wind, frost, snow and rain. He can turn clouds and rain when he raises his hand. He never frowns when he waves his hand to kill.But at the moment, he seems to feel at ease when he is supported by yunweiyang.
The heating in the room is on very well. After two steps, Yun Weiyang finds that he is barefoot. Yun Weiyang frowns and still quietly supports him to sit down on the sofa in the room.
On the tea table, there is a pile of medicine and a cup of ginseng tea which is still steaming.
Yun Weiyang wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, so they sat in silence.
Mu Shen had some energy problems. Last night, there was a cold wind. He was still feverish, but he had strong willpower. He didn't pay attention to this kind of feverish cold.
"Don't you come to me just to sit here?" Mu Shen leaned on the sofa, his eyes closed slightly, and his voice was not light or heavy.
Yun Weiyang raised his head, "you know why I'm here."
Mu deep side brow tip slightly picked to pick, "know, can this Zun why want to tell you?"
I don't know if it's because he is too weak now. This tone is less provocative and more elusive.
Yun Weiyang looks calm: "you already know."
Maybe not only mu Shen, but also Huo tingxiao knew it for a long time. But these two people chose to keep a secret at the same time. Are they afraid that she will know the truth, or do they have another deep meaning?
She doesn't want to guess anyone with malice all the time. It doesn't mean that she doesn't have a brain if she doesn't tell the truth about many things.
In fact, many things can be traced, but she does not want to go into too much.
But now, she has to investigate, and she even thinks, what kind of mood are these two people holding when they conceal her.
Suburban, old house. A black Bentley, a beautiful elegant, stable stop in front of the gate, across the gate, directly blocked the gate. Besides their boss, Yun Weiyang is the only one who dares to park here. After the heavy snow, this desolate and uninhabited place in the suburb looks very bleak. At a glance, it is the endless white snow. It's said that snow is a good year. Next year will be a good time. "Squeak -" the cold and heavy door was opened with a slit, and then there was a shriek in the old house: "Damn it After a long time, the owl didn't dare to say what he said. The coffin seemed to be pestling there. After a long time, he shivered and rubbed his hands with sincerity: "sister-in-law, you're here. What's the matter? The boss just fell asleep What can I do for you Since he came back last night, the eldest of the family, who was not sure what was wrong, suddenly went to build a snowman in the yard in the middle of the night. He was uglier and uglier. After soaking in the snow for a long time, his weak body had already been unable to carry it. At this moment, the man had just been covered up and warmed up. Unexpectedly, yunweiyang came. Boss, it's really not the right time Yun Weiyang stood at the door and glanced at him: "it's OK. I'll wait for him to wake up." The owl swallowed his saliva. He couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse, so he had to face the people with a stiff head. Yun Weiyang didn't speak, but just buried his head, walked through several long corridors and walked straight to the courtyard where mushen lived. The night owl wanted to stop it, but he felt that it was too obvious to stop it. As soon as Yun Weiyang entered the yard, she saw the snowman in the yard. At that moment, she seemed to step on the air from a high place, with a stirring spirit on her back and fingers hanging in her long sleeves. These snowmen "Well, this Sister in law, are you a little scared? Last night, the boss didn't know what to smoke. We all thought that he was lowered his head when he made so many snowmen here. " The night owl's words, with a cold wind, hit Yun Weiyang's heart, shaking her body slightly, almost fell. In my mind, suddenly flashed a lot of memories, scene by scene, are some very long memory, thought that has been forgotten in the mottled years, but now when I see these accumulation of snowman, but once again clear uprooted. "Do you like snow so much?" "More beautiful than I am?" Memory seems to be reopened. The young man with cold frost on his brow piled up more than ten snowmen in the snow with his bare hands. He asked her to say that his snowman was better than someone else. Memory can be forgotten, but those who have experienced life and death together in the lonely years seem to be carved into the blood and become the maggot of tarsal bone, which can never be forgotten. Perhaps, she was born to be a person who grew up in the dark. Looking at her like this, the owl retreated half a step, almost bumped into a little snowman behind her. The name on the ground had been covered with snow for a long time. "You go out. I'll just go in myself." Yunweiyang suddenly said. Owl immediately nodded, such as pound garlic, under the foot of the wind rolling. Yun Weiyang stood in the yard for a while, and suddenly a voice with a bit of sarcasm sounded in his ear, just like that year: "do you think the snowman made by me is more beautiful than that wild man?" Memory overlaps with reality, and her ears are scared. But as soon as she raises her eyes, she sees Mu Shen standing at the door, with slender fingers supporting the door frame, pale lips holding a bit of ridicule. Her face, like a demon, seems to be a little far away, but it's close at hand. Cloud not center canthus slowly float a smile lines, "is, seven ye a pair of skillful hands......" She said only half, but suddenly stopped, as if she had no strength to continue to finish what she said later. Mu Shen's back was slightly stiff. He thought that the girl had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that he could hear her repeat that sentence now. Although, it was only half said. Mu Shen's hand holding the door frame unconsciously increased his strength, as if he wanted to cut the door frame out of the hole. Evil fate Yunweiyang has already stepped towards him. The girl's feet are covered with snow, step by step. It's like a traveler wading through thousands of mountains and rivers in Weiyang's long night, and finally comes to her destination. It's just, no one knows where they're going to end up. "Why are your hands so cold?" Yun Weiyang went to the door and quietly helped Mu Shen. Mu Shen is very cheeky. Even if he is dead, he has to hold on to a romantic and unconventional style. But at the moment, he is helped by Yun Weiyang. Suddenly, he feels that it's not bad for him to be weak. In the past 20 years, he has already been trained in the wind, frost, snow and rain. He can turn clouds and rain when he raises his hand. He never frowns when he waves his hand to kill.But at the moment, he seems to feel at ease when he is supported by yunweiyang. The heating in the room is on very well. After two steps, Yun Weiyang finds that he is barefoot. Yun Weiyang frowns and still quietly supports him to sit down on the sofa in the room. On the tea table, there is a pile of medicine and a cup of ginseng tea which is still steaming. Yun Weiyang wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, so they sat in silence. Mu Shen had some energy problems. Last night, there was a cold wind. He was still feverish, but he had strong willpower. He didn't pay attention to this kind of feverish cold. "Don't you come to me just to sit here?" Mu Shen leaned on the sofa, his eyes closed slightly, and his voice was not light or heavy. Yun Weiyang raised his head, "you know why I'm here." Mu deep side brow tip slightly picked to pick, "know, can this Zun why want to tell you?" I don't know if it's because he is too weak now. This tone is less provocative and more elusive. Yun Weiyang looks calm: "you already know." Maybe not only mu Shen, but also Huo tingxiao knew it for a long time. But these two people chose to keep a secret at the same time. Are they afraid that she will know the truth, or do they have another deep meaning? She doesn't want to guess anyone with malice all the time. It doesn't mean that she doesn't have a brain if she doesn't tell the truth about many things. In fact, many things can be traced, but she does not want to go into too much. But now, she has to investigate, and she even thinks, what kind of mood are these two people holding when they conceal her.
