[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

□□, what a beautiful and mysterious word.

Desire arises from emotion, and emotion arises from desire.

I want to get someone, I want to gently kiss his forehead, eyebrows, and corners of his eyes, I want to bite his lips fiercely, lick his lips and teeth, I want to make every inch of his skin full of myself. imprinted.

Occupy his body, his soul, his smile, his cry, all one by one.

rub him into your body.

Let yourself be part of his body.

The most stingy miser engraves his name on jewelry, and the fierce and aggressive dog repeatedly marks his territory.

In the face of love and desire, the most confident person in the world will also feel unconfident, the most taciturn person will quack like a duck, and the person who has never been alone will be crushed by the sudden emptiness and loneliness.

If there is a person in the world who is not moved by emotion and desire, then he must not be human anymore.

Of course Gong Jiu is still human.

He looked at the thin young man quietly and firmly, as if he was looking at a prey already caught in a cage.

"The building is full of flowers, Qitong."

"You're here, you can't go anywhere."

He said softly but firmly.

Hua Manlou listened silently.

A gentle and shallow smile slowly bloomed on the young and handsome face.

He stared at Gong Jiu with empty eyes, as if he was looking at a young and frivolous boy, with a touch of tenderness and pampering, he had unquestionable confidence in himself and a quiet and gentle indifference to the other party.

In the boundless cycle of reincarnation, after countless times of digging open one's heart and heart bit by bit with one's own hands and watching one's inner emotions with cold eyes, the matter of love is nothing more than a speck of dust on the avenue, a beautiful and humble flower , can't fascinate his eyes, can't enter his heart.

The word Zhuang Zhou is no longer a taboo name for human beings.

But still looking forward to being human.

"In this world, there are always some things that are out of your control."

Hua Manlou said with a peaceful expression.

Every afternoon, every conversation, was no different.

It seems that the expressionless face at that moment just now is just the flowers in the moon mirror in the water that accidentally entered Gong Jiu's eyes.

Gong Jiu's fingers trembled silently for a moment, she closed her eyes slightly, and said nothing more.

He turned away.

All that needs to be said has been said.

Everything that needs to be understood is clear.

What are you doing here?

There is a lot of time, and he has a lot to do.

Today, it's just more.

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Lu Xiaofeng and Shaman's escape quietly caused an uproar on the island, but Gong Jiu had been investigating for two days and two nights, and after finding a house full of flowers, he gave up completely.

No clues have been found, and the order to hunt and search has been silent.

The Ninth Young Master seemed to be bewitched by an unknown force once to become a bodhisattva, but he only taught everyone on the island to silently wait for his thunderbolt method.

This is ten days and ten nights.

They waited for three people.

Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng.

This unprecedented luxury lineup did not make the people on the island feel the slightest fear and panic.

The confidence in Wuming and Gongjiu has already been implanted in the bone marrow and has become a belief.

No one can shake it.

They just feel.

The word benevolence.

Putting it on Jiu Gongzi, it really is just a joke.

When Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng found the unnamed island, Gong Jiuzheng was in the same place.

There was no surprise on the cold face.

Everything seemed to be within his grasp.

Except for some strange moments, he is perfect and calm everywhere.

It has always been so.

Gong Jiu glanced at the young man who was sitting quietly in front of the window, reading books quietly.

"Seven children."

He said.

"They are here."

His tone was cold and hard, like a lifeless stone, but there was an unbelievably hot magma flowing inside, and it seemed that if he was not careful, it would burst out from the thin skin, leaving nothing left of his life. Swallow all the flowers.

Hua Manlou looked up, with a smile on his lips.

Gentle as the pear blossoms and snow in a midnight dream.

The gentleness is like a blue sky in the late spring sun.

Anyone who sees him will see the beauty of life.

"Thank you for your promise."

Hua Manlou said.

"I told you to let your little phoenix go, so naturally I won't break my promise."

"That's fine."

"Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng."

"Your little phoenix, Wanmei Villa, Baiyun City."

"This is also my goal."

"Now, it's just ahead of time."

Gong Jiu said in a calm tone, he said the name of the visitor, as if he was talking about someone who was irrelevant and not worth mentioning.

His expression was grim, determined, and conceited.

It seems that everything in the world can't trouble him.

It seems that in this world, no one can be placed in his eyes.

"Ninth Young Master."

Huamanlou suddenly sighed.

"If I could, I would really like to have a word with you."

"What?"

Gong Jiu's gaze was firmly fixed on Hua Manlou's face.

There was some anticipation and joy quietly in my heart.

"do not die."

Hua Manlou said with a soft sigh.

The author has something to say:

Thank you baby mine, ╭(╯3╰)╮, it hurts me so much.I pushed the beginning of the new article to the rewrite yesterday, and I always felt that it was not enough (you are enough!). Hereby, I would like to announce that the next chapter is over, and I will enter Xiaoli Feidao.If you have an idea, say it quickly, it's too late for me to open it. !