Lost in search of love

Yan Xia woke up again in Shuo Ge's arms.

Facing Shuo Ge's chest, the cool body temperature, and the unique fragrance of Shuo Ge's body are all in his breath, his own hand is on Shuo Ge's waist, and Shuo Ge is also hugging him - it is completely between lovers intimate gesture.

Yan Xia moved uncomfortably, intending to get out of Shuo Ge's arms quietly, but before she could move too much, the arms around him tightened.A hazy magnetic voice came from above his head, "Don't make trouble, just sleep well."

Yan Xia: "..."

Han Xia: "Aren't you asleep?"

Han Xia raised her head to look at Shuo Ge, only her jaw was visible in a hazy way.Shuo Ge closed her eyes, stretched out her hand and pressed Yan Xia's head into her arms again, not allowing kindness to say, "Sleep."

Yan Xia was speechless for a while, but she didn't say much, she rubbed herself in Shuo Ge's arms, found a comfortable position, and then went to Meng Zhou Gong.

Shuo Ge opened his eyes after Yan Xia fell asleep.

The devil doesn't need to sleep at all, after being woken up by Yan Xia, now he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

He caressed Yan Xia's hair, which felt good to the touch, and then unconsciously lingered on Yan Xia's hair.

Tsk, unlucky kid, I guess I'll have another night of insomnia tonight.

Even so, Shuo Ge still had a slight smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Xia woke up earlier due to sleeping too long.

Opening his eyes hazily, he saw a pair of bewitching red eyes looking at him from a close distance, and he was completely taken aback by surprise.

Yan Xia "escapes" from Shuo Ge's embrace almost immediately.It took a full three seconds for the brain to react, and then, the anger value exploded in an instant. What kind of trouble is going to be scary in the early morning? ! !

Shuo Ge propped his head up and laughed, watching Yan Xia go from sleeping peacefully to almost losing his mind in fright, to now so angry that smoke would come out of his head.For no reason, I feel how cute this child looks now.

Shuo Ge joked, "Are you awake?"

Yan Xia suppressed his anger: "Yeah!"

Shuo Ge approached, staring at Yan Xia's eyes, his voice was full of laughter, "Why, are you scared?"

Han Xia slapped him directly.

It made Shuo Ge laugh loudly.

After breakfast, Yan Xia's face did not ease up.

Although it is a prison here, life is definitely not as bleak as it sounds.Except for the restriction of freedom, there is basically no difference between life in Lost Castle and Lost Castle.What's more, even in Lost Castle, Shuo Ge is not a person who likes to go out.

Therefore, for Shuo Ge, living here is nothing special, and it is also fun and relaxing.

If there is a difference, it is that Shuo Ge's power is completely restricted.

Yan Xia is recuperating quietly, basically only with Shuo Ge here, most of the time is bickering with this person or something.Six seasons seemed to have suddenly opened up and stopped making light bulbs.

Unfortunately, the days of stability will not last long.

On the other side, Hua Zhou reclined in the chair without sitting.The people around him were the ones he told them to put down what they were doing and rushed over to gather.However, they no longer believed in the words that they had come here for so long but had nothing serious to do, and that there was a task sent from above.

So, now they are concentrating on discussing the explanation like a boat.

What you say and what you say are all about what you want to do in Huazhou, who will be responsible if the tasks on our site cannot be completed?

Also, a vague explanation, if you plan to go up and replace him, we won't help, well, of course, we won't stop you either.

Tch, in the final analysis, it means that if you succeed, don't forget our group of subordinates; if you fail, we have not participated in it.

With an unscrupulous smile on Huazhou's face, he watched these clown-like characters jumping around thinking they were smart.After everyone had said almost what they wanted to say, they stood up with a smile on their faces.

A little narcissistic reached out and stroked the blond hair, and said with a smile, "I'm really sorry for making you wait so long, but well," paused, and continued, "It's because I learned that the task of the old man has been handed over to other people. People, think we don’t need to do anything, isn’t this just trying to save everyone trouble.”

"What kind of mission is it?" Someone asked impatiently.

"Heh," Hua Zhou smiled deeply, with a slow and gentle voice, "Slaughter lost, seal lost, never open."

"..."

A brief silence.

Then, driven by someone, the pot exploded all of a sudden.

Some said it was impossible, that the higher-ups would not issue such an order.Some people also said how could it be possible, so many terrible people were sent in by Lost, they were all sent in by themselves, how could it be possible to slaughter them, maybe they were slaughtered themselves.Some also began to question whether this was Hua Zhou's random fabrication based on the fact that he was the only one who could receive orders from above...

In short, opinions vary.

Huazhou waited for them to finish their discussion with a smile on his face, and took advantage of this time to tidy up his clothes, hair and so on.Waited until the voices of the discussion gradually died down, and then continued to speak - the quietness was not because the discussion was over, but because everyone realized that Hua Zhou was standing quietly by the side listening to their discussions, so the voices naturally quieted down.

Huazhou smiled gently, "Then, what you think is your freedom, I won't interfere, but—" Gently prolonging the tone, "Please remember, the time and things you will do next , at my disposal."

It was quiet.

"Then, thank you for your cooperation. Everyone can adjourn the meeting now."

Huazhou turned around to leave, but stopped halfway, turned back and smiled, "By the way, the vanguard has already set off, everyone, don't meddle in my business and miss my business."

stroll slope.

The sound of the wind chimes is still clear and moving, but today's wind chimes are exceptionally clear, no longer misty and distant...

The former small tree has now grown to the point where it almost blocks the sky.

The verdant green everywhere is more luxuriant than the trees in the Lost Forest.

The sand on the ground was black and purple, with a thick layer—that was dried blood, a lot of blood.The sand is almost glued together, and the air smells of decay and death.

The trees are not like other ordinary trees. The branches show patches of white patterns, and they are uneven, like masks with mournful faces.

Big and small, old and young, one next to the other, one on top of the other, it seems that the whole tree is full of human faces, all with mournful faces, it seems that there are endless grievances and sorrows...

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There is a kind of mood called not wanting to code words. Has anyone read it? I’m so desperate for nothing. I’ve been in a bad mood for the past two days, especially at night. ...