Peak Life [Quick Transmigration]

Xiaoyu, Wu Ming stood barefoot in the garden, which was full of clumps of roses. His tender white feet stepped on the raindrops and petals, and some of the flower juice was stained, and he accidentally stepped on the thorns of the branches. A string of small drops of blood was drawn out, looking charming and languid.

"My lord, why don't you wear shoes again? Don't look, just put down the Pope. Look at your current appearance, why bother." An old butler came by, and the years had left vicissitudes on his face There were no traces of it, those cloudy eyes were full of helplessness and distress.

He was the one who watched the little adult grow up, so innocent and pure, why did he walk on this path?

Wu Ming tilted his head slightly, and then showed a smile, his smile was so bright among the roses, "I'm just bored, so I came out for a walk, don't worry, I've already thought about it a lot."

The old housekeeper seemed to be a little worried, but he retreated slowly while Wu Ming shook his head.

Wu Ming walked towards the depths of the flowers. The touch from his bare feet made him a little uncomfortable. He knew that the system would not arrange a good identity for him. This is still a world with supernatural powers, but everyone's supernatural powers The ability also varies from person to person, and it is also possible that you do not have any special abilities.

Ability is called "soul". Humans compare him to their own soul. As long as they have a soul, they can summon their own soul beasts. Even for the upgrade of soul beasts, people with abilities will hunt and kill powerful monsters. Their bodies take out crystal nuclei for their own absorption.

The highest soul beast is level ten, but it has not appeared for many years. Even the Pope, who is now known as the top of the entire continent, is only at level nine. Correspondingly, the level of the soul beast is the same as the soul beast of its own master. , the stronger you are, the stronger your soul beast will be.

Of course, monsters are also divided into ten levels, and no one has ever seen a tenth level of monsters. It is said that the highest one is the ghost beast that lives in the deep blue sea. It is said that he has reached the end of the eighth level and is about to break through to the ninth level. But this is just a rumor, because the lifespan of monsters is too long compared to humans. The average lifespan of a low-level monster is five hundred years old, and humans are only two or three hundred years old. Of course, it's another matter if you can break through to the god level.

After the tenth level, it is a god.

Wu Ming let out a breath, the air in the morning was moist, and the scent of flowers made him feel at ease. He couldn't help but reached out and touched the flowers next to them. They were delicate and vulnerable, covered with dew on the petals. The water dripped onto his hands, Wu Ming's hands were very delicate and white, and the crystal water droplets slid across his hands, leaving a faint water mark.

'System, you did it on purpose, you have this identity again. '

[Don't you want to live in a mediocre way? Isn't this world bad? Besides, I can't arrange my identity at all now. 】Picked off a rose, the pink is so cute, Wu Ming twisted a petal, and then chewed it gently in his mouth, the taste in his mouth was not unacceptable, he swallowed it, licked the corner of his mouth, the whole People seem so sentimental.

' Neither the world nor time matter to me. '

He dropped the rose in Wu Ming's hand and lightly hit the vine, knocking off a few drops of dew.

"My path is full of thorns

bloom roses in your blood

you tell me

i don't mind thorns

Because you are Rose"

Wu Ming read the lyrics while walking, his voice was slow but full of charm, his long black hair was wet with dew, the robe under his feet was covered with dust, and his pale face It showed his frail body, but those eyes were still so bright, as if a black flame was burning inside.

If there is no more coincidence in this world, then Wu Ming really can't believe anyone, even if he is a lover, he doesn't dare to look for it again.

Entering the deserted palace, Wu Ming walked towards the bathtub at the back, and then slowly took off his robe, a slender body of a young man appeared in the air, and his delicate ankles slowly stepped into the already cold bath. in the water.

Wu Ming only raised his head and let out a breath when he was fully inside the bath. He is still a sad cannon fodder in this world.

His identity is very embarrassing, he is the illegitimate son of the king outside, but the real power in this country is indeed the Pope, and the king already has three princes and two princesses, and the existence of Wu Ming seems so insignificant, because this originally Just a false start.

At the beginning, the king just went out to practice unintentionally, but he met an oriental beauty. After a night of lingering, the king brought the oriental beauty to the capital city 'Yu Chenbai', and placed him in an independent courtyard, which is Wu Ming now. of this yard.

Later, the oriental beauty became pregnant and passed away after giving birth to a child. The king could not recognize the identity of the child, so he could only send him to the temple to become a believer, but the child fell in love with the pope.

There is no crime in love, but if you fall in love with the Pope, it is the original sin. He was destroyed by the soul beast and became an ordinary person without supernatural powers. He was imprisoned in this courtyard by the old king, and he was never allowed to come out of it. .

This is also the only way to preserve Wu Ming.

According to the development of the plot, Wu Ming's love for the Pope will become deeper and deeper, and eventually he can't stand the tormenting thoughts and runs into the temple just to see the Pope for the last time, but he was executed without seeing the Pope.

On the day of his death, a snow fell on the long-lost Yuchenbai, and it was white with its name.

Of course, this is just the surface, he is not the protagonist, it doesn't matter if he died naturally or disappeared.

The protagonist of this world is called Tang Hua. He has a very powerful identity. He is the child of monsters and humans. Of course, this is still a world of sensual beauty, so Tang Hua fell in love with the Holy Son, who is the next Pope. And the Son loves him very much.

At the beginning, Shengzi ran away secretly and met Tang Hua. Although the two young boys did not understand what a relationship is, they fell in love with each other at first sight. For Tang Hua, Shengzi was even willing to fight against the Pope for this, because The pope killed Tang Hua's father, and Tang Hua's father was a tenth-level monster.

After that, it’s the drama of upgrading and fighting monsters to deepen the relationship, until Shengzi decided to take Tang Hua into Yuchenbai, that is, on the day Tang Hua entered Yuchenbai, it was snowing here, and the day it snowed happened to be The day Wu Ming died, so what is the meaning of his existence?

Wu Ming complained for a long time, although he hadn't played this kind of sad and pitiful role for a long time, but it didn't mean he could accept this role, what made Wu Ming even more awesome was that two teenagers who were in love with each other Also successfully killed the pope and together.

These days, as long as the protagonist is cheating, it seems like they don't need money.

Closing his eyes with some annoyance, Wu Ming felt the gradual coldness of his body, frowned and got up from the water, then put on the robe next to him, and walked towards the inner room.

He was destroyed by the soul beast, so now he is no different from a useless person, but before his soul beast was very beautiful, an angel with six wings, very few soul beasts can have an anthropomorphic image, even Wu Ming can Swear, if his soul beast is not destroyed, he may even become a more powerful person than the Pope.

So, is this why the pope deliberately lured the original body and destroyed the original body's soul beast?

Wu Ming propped up his chin and slept on the bed. Uncertainly, he didn't dry his hair, and he didn't even care about the water droplets on his body. He turned over and lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a blank expression. pretty.

After a long time, the circles of his eyes began to get wet, and a crystal tear flowed from the corner of his eye, hitting the blanket, making a slight soft noise, but even so, he remained expressionless, as if all emotions were Not his.

Oops, it's residual resentment.

Wu Ming looked at the ceiling silently without moving. Those remaining resentments were not strong, but they could slightly affect his emotions. Wu Ming's emotions were already unstable. If those resentments were not resolved, it would be It might be a bit of a hassle for him.

[I'm looking at you, what a sad emotion, it's moving. 】

'So what's the matter, it's your fault again, you deliberately strengthened those residual thoughts, just to interfere with my emotions. '

【I said, if you let me go, I will let you go too. 】

'It's ridiculous to try to shake my emotions just because of some remnants. '

[Just try, accidents always come by surprise, don't they. 】

Wu Ming closed his eyes, but the tears in the corners of his eyes began to surge, one drop after another hit the blanket like pearls, and he was calming down those residual thoughts.

It took a long time for those remnants to be suppressed by Wu Ming, and the slightest remnants tried to control me, which is really ridiculous.

But Wu Ming has to start thinking of a way, if he is locked in this yard all the time, it is not a solution, he has to escape, no, it should be a perfect counterattack.

three days later

Once again, the Holy Son was going to sneak out from the temple to meet Tang Hua. He cared so much about that person. He felt that Tang Hua had a special charm that attracted him. He didn't quite understand what it was, but Willing to go through fire and water for him.

"My child, where are you going?" It was an extremely deep and pleasant voice.

The Holy Son turned his head to look, and it was the Pope.

It is undeniable that the pope is the most beautiful person he has ever seen, always wearing a jeweled crown, and wearing complicated and expensive robes, but only when he judges people will he hold a scepter that symbolizes his power.

The pope has long hair that is more dazzling than the sun, and even wearing a crown still cannot cover his light.

"My respected Father Pope, I want to go out to meet someone." The Holy Son bent down and said, although he is the next Pope, he has always been full of awe, respect, and fear for his Father Pope in his heart.

"As the Holy Son, no one should disturb your mind." The Pope said softly, and slowly passed by the Holy Son. He was so tall, and when he rubbed shoulders with the Holy Son, the Holy Son seemed weak. like a child.

"Father, can't our hearts beat for someone forever?" The Holy Son couldn't help asking.

The Pope stopped and looked at the colorful light coming in from the window, which made him expressionless, "No."

Shengzi froze on the spot, before reaching out to touch his chest for a while, but when he saw that person, his heart beat.

The pope returned to his own hall, which was empty, only the throne and gems, he lowered his eyes tiredly, he seemed to have no interest in everything, even if he became the pope, he still felt that everything was so meaningless, Sometimes he wants to destroy everything, but other times he feels like he can't.

Who are you beating for?

The Pope reached out to touch his heart. After his heart never beat, everything about him was so boring, so boring that he wanted to end the world and let everyone be buried with him.

Heh, he laughed lowly, he was thinking about these meaningless things again, he walked towards the apse, when passing by the garden, he saw a bush of roses in full bloom, pink, fragile, people A little lost.

Rose, lovely flower.

He waved his hand, and immediately there were believers beside him respectfully waiting to be dispatched behind him.

"Plant roses here." He ordered, and then slowly entered his inner hall.

Except for rest, he never took off his crown, nor took off his robe, he was like a cold-blooded emperor, sealed everything.

It was strange that the Pope felt that he should not be like this, but the boring life took away all interest in him.

Perhaps, he should go out to relax.

So he changed into ordinary clothes, changed his appearance, and then quietly left the temple.

But at the other end of the city, Wu Ming became bored.

He lay in the garden and kept counting the time when Shengzi and Tang Hua entered Yuchenbai. It should be about three months. Although he hates the protagonist, sometimes he does not reject using the protagonist's luck to make himself get away.

In this world, he lost his soul beast, and many things became inconvenient.

Today's weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly. He asked the old butler to help him make a rocking chair. The old butler thoughtfully removed the thorns from the rose branches and made a flower rattan rocking chair. Then he spread a thick blanket to prevent him Being scratched, Wu Ming slept lazily on the flower rattan rocking chair, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers around him was very pleasant.

With such a life, even if the protagonist came a little later, he tolerated it.

Wu Ming thought of this, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

Just as he was falling asleep, a gust of wind came over, and those roses fell, or the petals that were about to fall were blown up by the wind, and then they were carried to a distant place, accompanied by a faint fragrance of flowers, and then came to the foot of the Pope.

The Pope looked at the few petals floating from a distance, paused slightly, and then walked in that direction. Anyway, his boring life was uneventful.

Until I came to a courtyard, there was a small palace in the courtyard, which seemed to be full of roses, and those pink flowers looked very comfortable.

But these four weeks, the Pope frowned. He looked at the guards who occasionally patrolled past, and was a little puzzled, who was in there, and who was locked in here.

He entered from the backyard, and the backyard inside was full of roses, and the clumps of them looked so beautiful in the sun.

Then, he found the boy in the garden. The boy didn't wear shoes, and his white and tender feet were placed directly on the ground. He was sleeping on a rocking chair made of twigs, with gorgeous pink roses blooming on it. The blanket is also light pink, as if it blends in here.

This young man is so beautiful that he can do whatever he wants to be unscrupulous.

The pope set up barriers around him, and then slowly approached the boy. He covered the boy's eyes with a cloth strip, and then he stretched out his hand and wandered wantonly on the boy's face. His fingers were slightly cold, making him still asleep. The young man frowned.

Just when the Pope was about to extend his hand back, the boy said, "Who are you?"

Crisp, like the sound of a mountain spring, and like wandering in a deep valley.

The Pope panicked for a moment, and then calmed down again. Damn it, he actually felt a little flustered.

"Who were you imprisoned here, because you are so beautiful?" The Pope didn't answer Wu Ming's question, but instead asked Wu Ming.

Wu Ming felt that he had no ability to resist at all, so he said helplessly: "I am the original sin."

"Why." The Pope reached out and slid his hand over Wu Ming's delicate lips, his eyes became a little darker, strangely, when he saw this elf-like boy, his heart beat a little just now.

"My name is Wu Ming, because I once loved someone." The word Wu Ming used was 'loved', "so I was locked up here. Then, who are you, will you hurt me?"

The Pope felt that the name sounded familiar, and it took him a while to find out the name from his memory. It was Wu Ming, the king's illegitimate son. Yes, the illegitimate son loved him, but he had only met him twice. Knowing that this child loves him, if it is not because this child's soul beast is too powerful, maybe he will let him go.

After all, he could still take advantage of the child's feelings.

The Pope suddenly felt a little annoyed. Perhaps, he shouldn't have made a decision so early and killed all possibilities in the cradle.

"Your name is very cute. My name is Rose. I am a wanderer. It was the rose that attracted me here." The pope slightly tilted his head, a smile rarely appeared on his usually expressionless face, "I will not hurt you, you are very cute."

"Cute?" Wu Ming said with a puzzled tone, reaching out his hand as if trying to tear off the cloth strips from his eyes, but Rose reached out and held it.

Ross looked at Wu Ming's round fingers, each of which he wanted to lick, and then carefully looked at the radiance on them.

"Don't let go of it, although I know your eyes must be beautiful, but for the time being, I don't want you to know my appearance."

"Are you a prisoner being hunted down, or is your appearance flawed?" Wu Ming wanted to pull his hand back from Ross's hand, but found that he was tightly held by the man, which made Wu Ming raise his voice, " Mr. Rose, I don't think it's a very good thing for you to break in here without authorization, and you are a little rude, if you don't leave, then I will call the guards outside the courtyard to come in and arrest you."

"Arrest?" Rose's voice brought a smile, but then he became a little distressed. Maybe his behavior today was indeed rude, because he met such a beautiful baby, "Don't worry, I'll leave immediately, But I hope I didn't bring you any trouble, it's just that today's rose is too beautiful, I can't help it."

"I hope you won't trespass here again next time." Wu Ming gave up and lifted the cloth in front of his eyes. He leaned back and slept on the rocking chair, his expression still so quiet, as if he didn't care about everything, and he didn't care about everything. There is nothing worth his attention.

Rose suddenly jumped in his chest. He didn't like the boy's appearance. He had a vague impression of the boy, but his intuition told him that the boy in front of him should live as he pleases, as he wanted.

"Good afternoon, beautiful baby." Ross lowered his head and left a light kiss on Wu Ming's palm. After thinking about it, he realized that he didn't have anything to leave behind. Maybe he could bring something useful next time. .

Wu Ming felt the warmth of his palm, moved his little finger slightly, and then ignored the man.

Ross did not stay for too long, he has been out for a while, he is not a person who will indulge himself, maybe Wu Ming made him feel a little fond, but this does not mean that he will forget his identity, he is the Pope , the person who stands at the pinnacle of this continent.

He came without a trace, and also left without a trace.

It was not until a long time after he left that Wu Ming stretched out his hand and tore off the strip of cloth. It was golden and there was nothing on it. It seemed that it was just torn off at will.

'who is he. Wu Ming turned his head sideways, his fingers were wrapped between the cloth strips, and the cloth strips were close to his fingers, and there was some warmth.

【I know, but I don't want to say it. 】

'Son, you are not filial. '

【Dad, each other. 】

Wu Ming looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes uncomfortable. The shadow of his fingers was hit on his face, his fair face looked so petite, but there was nothing in those eyes.

"If there is afternoon tea at this time, it should be a very good afternoon." Wu Ming said softly, he hung the cloth strips on the branches casually, then bent down and continued to take a nap, the rocking chair blocked all the sunlight for him, he He rubbed the soft blanket comfortably, like a lazy kitten.

The next day

Wu Ming still repeated his previous life. When he woke up in the morning, he went to take a bath in the cold bathroom, walked around the garden, and finally slept in the rocking chair all day. Food, even the old housekeeper, can't stay here for a long time, he has always been the only person locked here.

Today is the same bright sunshine as yesterday, and the roses are still blooming so gorgeously. Occasionally, honey will fly to a rose, and then start to take it.

Sleeping on the rocking chair, Wu Ming still didn't wear shoes. Today he was accidentally scratched by a flower thorn on the back of his instep, and a string of blood beads appeared there, which solidified on his foot. Wu Ming could hardly feel the pain.

He was lazily lying on the rocking chair and didn't care about anything. At least it was much more comfortable than the bed in the room. His room was big, but it was also very empty. There was nothing in it. , Yuanzhen's mother died in that room.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ming was awakened by a small sound.

"Creak—" It was like the sound of someone's shoes stepping on those flower vines. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were covered by a pair of slightly cold hands.

"Good afternoon, sweet little sir." It was Rose's voice yesterday.

"Mr. Wu'an, you shouldn't come here again." Wu Ming felt that he was suppressed by the opponent's powerful soul beast without any resistance, and lay down helplessly, "Sir, if you wantonly break into this place again , I will tell the king and have you caught."

"Do you hate me that much?" Ross seemed a little helpless. He took out a cloth strip and wrapped it around Wu Ming's eyes like yesterday, because when he covered Wu Ming's eyes, Wu Ming trembled slightly. The eyelashes scraped against his palm, making him a little flustered.

Wu Ming obediently obeyed Mr. Rose's movements, because he knew that even if he resisted, it would be useless, "I just hate being broken into my life."

"Why." Ross didn't understand. He went back yesterday and looked up all the information about Wu Ming, but there were only a few, and he was imprisoned here with the sentence "the original sinner". He was still young, but he seemed to have begun to grow old. .

Wu Ming turned his head slightly, and found a comfortable position to lie down, "Isn't it good, I was locked up here alone, and then died silently, and no one noticed. Redemption is over."

"You are not guilty." Ross put his hand on Wu Ming's forehead, as if declaring, his voice was slightly deep, but it was beyond doubt.

Wu Ming was silent for a long time before opening his mouth, "But I have."

Ross seemed a little anxious, he still only uttered three words, as if to explain, "You didn't."

"Don't continue this topic, I don't like it." Unexpectedly, Wu Ming changed the subject first.

Ross looked at Wu Ming, the young man was still awake, he didn't dare to caress his face recklessly, he could only outline his face bit by bit through the void, his fingers were nowhere near Wu Ming's cheek Half an inch, but he couldn't go any further with that half inch.

"So, let's talk about you, do you have something you like, maybe I can bring it to you next time." Mr. Ross said softly.

Wu Ming shook his head, "I don't need anything, please don't come again next time, Mr. Ross."

"Why, you don't seem to hate me."

"Because," Wu Ming's voice became softer, and there was a flicker of fragile emotion in his tone, "I'm afraid I will be attached to you."

Mr. Rose's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost touched Wu Ming's face.

Attachment?

This is a beautiful word, he suppressed his emotions and made himself sound calmer, "Why."

"Because you are the only one chatting with me, sir." Wu Ming still had no expression on his face, but what he said made Ross feel a little distressed, "I am the only one here, and I was thinking, maybe this is a dream, in which someone talks to me Chatting, but now the sun is very warm and your voice is very real, I don’t mind you covering my eyes, because I’m also afraid that when I open my eyes, it’s really just a dream.”

Ross was moved, he sighed, and finally couldn't help but put his hand on Wu Ming's face, and he kissed Wu Ming's forehead with some distress.

"It's okay, you can treat it as a dream, and I'm also treating this beautiful encounter as a dream." Mr. Rose's tone became softer. He is the Pope, and he is always strict with everyone, even the saint. My son, I am more in awe of him than I am in admiration.

He even thought that nothing could move him, but this boy did it. He was so lonely that people couldn't help but want to hold him tightly in his arms and drive away all the ice for him. cold.

"If you don't have a dream, you won't wake up." Wu Ming chuckled, his expression was so helpless and even sarcastic, "So, stop before this, please Mr. Ross, don't come near here again."

"Please leave, please." Wu Ming used an almost pleading tone. He had already lost too much, and now even the little self-esteem left was beginning to disintegrate.

"Please, just leave."

After a while, Ross sighed, and he left. When the hands were removed from Wu Ming's face, he saw Wu Ming's expression return to calm again.

He hurt the boy, inadvertently.

After a while, a tear flowed from the corner of Wu Ming's eyes, which wet the golden cloth wrapped around his eyes.

[The man has already left, is it interesting to continue acting? You are flirting with him, and the means are quite high. 】'Do a full set of acting, didn't you tell me. '

[So, what are you going to do next. 】

"Pick him up."

【You don't even know who he is. 】

'Son, I don't need to know who he is. I just need to know that he is very powerful. I originally wanted to use the luck of the protagonist to go out, but I didn't expect that I met him before this, my dear Pope. '

[Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. 】

'I decided to give my dear Pope a lesson in love. Believe me, my father has brilliant emotions. '

[Is it pure yellow? 】

'I guess so. '

Wu Ming also didn't want to chat with the system, he had nothing in common with the system, only sometimes he would chat with the system when he was too lonely or bored, to pull each other's hatred value.

But after Rose went back, he found that he couldn't let go of that boy no matter what.

He called the elders of the temple and asked about everything about Wu Ming. Everyone didn't have much impression of that boy, because Wu Ming's identity was too embarrassing before, and no one in the temple wanted to approach him. No one dared to talk to him. He seemed to be alone forever, cultivating in the temple in silence.

Ross was silent, he was even annoyed, why did he treat that boy like this at the beginning, he was obviously just a child who didn't grow up, he should live happily, instead of being locked up in that yard forever like he is now No day.

What would happen to Wu Ming if he hadn't entered that courtyard that day?As he said, lonely, living alone, even if he dies inside, no one will notice.

The pope's heart twitched slightly, and he seemed to have more love for that boy than he imagined.

That night he had a dream, he dreamed of Wu Ming.

In the dream, Wu Ming admired him, but was exposed. Wu Ming ran under his throne, stretched out his hand as if trying to grab his robe, but was caught by the group of priests in white and brought him down. The hands were then crucified for judgment.

Wu Ming's expression was so dead silent, his gaze was full of despair.

"pope--"

He seemed to hear Wu Ming shouting. He saw someone take out the magic stone scepter and start to knock down Wu Ming's soul beast. Everyone's soul beast has a mark on their body, and Wu Ming's mark is on the back. On the scapula, there is a beautiful mark like white mist.

In the next second, that beautiful mark was destroyed by someone, leaving only a faint scar, as if someone stabbed it.

However, Wu Ming's expression was still so sad and joyless, he just looked at him and spoke softly, as if he was muttering, "Pope, please——"

"……Let me go."

The Pope was awakened by this dream. He opened his eyes and looked around. There was no Wu Ming, no boy, and he was the only one sleeping in the gorgeous bedroom.

After a long time, he took the handkerchief next to him and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. Yes, he remembered that Wu Ming's soul beast was completely destroyed. Now he is just an ordinary person, and even ordinary people want to Comes weak.

The Pope let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little terrified of his strangeness. Why did he care so much about this young man?

This strange feeling made him hesitate, he forced himself not to see the boy, but the time seemed to be getting harder and harder to pass.

One day, two days, three days.

On the fourth day, the Pope felt extremely bored, even more boring than before. He wandered back and forth in his temple, and he didn't even want to see the Holy Son. When he came to the back garden, he found It is full of roses, pink, and only a small part has bloomed.

It is not as beautiful as that boy, so what is that boy doing.

Will he still lie on the rocking chair of the branches, lazily basking in the sun like a cat, are those roses still blooming, withered or blooming, there are some strange emotions in his heart, he wants to ignore them , but more and more clearly.

He shouldn't have paid so much attention to that boy, that's not what a Pope should do.

He thought so, but when he turned around, he still couldn't help but approached the rose. He stretched out his hand as if wanting to pick one off, but the rose withered when he touched it, and the incomplete petals It fell to the ground, looking so bleak.

The Pope closed his eyes, as if he wanted to be patient, but no amount of patience could fill the emptiness in his heart.

He wanted to see that boy, even if he had a look at him from a distance, at least he knew that the boy was still fine, for the last time, for the last time, he should go and see that boy.

Then, he erased all of this, he shouldn't miss a boy so much, be so unscrupulous.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the ham and scrambled eggs baby's grenade, thank you very much baby, love you, and I forgot to mention it before.

"I don't mind the thorns, because you are the rose" comes from the lyrics in a song, the original sentence is: "I don't mind the severe cold

when i have a fire to bring warmth

i don't mind raindrops

it's what makes the flowers full of life

i don't mind setbacks

when you surround me with true love

i don't mind thorns

If you were a rose"

I didn't find the source of the creation, but there is a shop on Taobao called "Guangfuhao" which has a ring called 'I don't mind thorns', really, a super beautiful ring, if the little angel likes it, you can Go buy it, but the shop of Guangfuhao is the genuine one.

ps: I know that there are not many people who read this article, but I am sorry for every baby who reads my article, because I wrote this article word by word. I wrote [-] a day before, just to be able to Write more, write decent novels, if anyone thinks that I have plagiarized, please report and welcome the color palette, the clearer clears itself, no need to say more.

Thank you babies who continue to watch me write such immature stories, love you guys