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The exquisite crown fell to the ground and broke the gem on it, as if it should have been a good night and had been broken by Sheng Sheng.

"I'm sleepy. Go next door." The monsoon smoke turns its head and tries to control its mood.

Liu Huo's eyes were lowered, and he watched the broken gem roll down at his feet. His heart was like a huge stone weighing a thousand kilograms. He bent down silently, picked up the broken crown and the broken pieces carefully, and retreated silently from the monsoon smoke house.

Until heard behind the sound of closing the door, the monsoon smoke completely gone.

"Son of a bitch! Don't count on the wedding in your life! " The monsoon smoke really blew up. She had no reservation for Liuhuo and would never ask Liuhuo about his identity.

But now

They have been married and become partners for the rest of their lives. Although they sometimes bully and bully each other, they are reliable most of the time.

However, it is clear that Liuhuo does not intend to open up to her.

Such a result, let monsoon smoke very chagrin, the beauty youth that oneself single-minded raises big, how so stubborn?

On the other side, Liuhuo went back to the room he had been arranged by monsoon smoke, which he didn't have to step into.

In the dark, he didn't light up the candle, but sat at the bedside silently holding the broken head cap. The long and beautiful hands carefully stroked every detail of the head cap from the dark, and every appearance touched by the fingertips came up with a picture in his mind. He seemed to see that the monsoon smoke was wearing this gorgeous head cap, Step by step toward their own appearance.

The eyes in the dark are closed painfully, the flowing fire is holding the broken gem, letting the corner of the gem embed in his palm.

Blood dripped from his hands, but he did not feel the slightest pain, but his heart was like being held in the palm of his hand, tearing his heart and lungs.

"I hope so."

This night, the Chinese nation celebrated, but this is the night the two happiest people, but doomed to no sleep.

After experiencing yesterday's "shame", Linghe couldn't wait to accept the fruits of his sacrifice the next day. But when he was carrying his breakfast, he stood in front of the monsoon smoke door and knocked for half a day.

A gloomy face of monsoon smoke silently opened the door.

That face is absolutely the most ugly one Ling he saw.

Subconsciously, Ling he widened his eyes.

Ho!

Don't you think it's useless to watch that kid?

In Ling He's mind, he thinks that some of these things are not available, but the monsoon smoke subconsciously looks at the next room.

The door of the next room was locked and there was no movement.

"Take it to him, and I'll eat it myself." The monsoon smoke sipped the lips, slightly awkward.

Then, without waiting for Linghe to respond, she would leap out.

Linghe is Zhang Er's monk, who can't touch his head. He is confused about who to take the monsoon smoke to, but the door next door suddenly opens.