Sikong Ling used all his skills to hide the happiness in the corner of his eyes. As soon as he walked to Murong Bingxue, he was robbed of it: "You are proud!"

Her voice cords were particularly distressing, and Sikongling became even more brilliant, trying to prevent her tone from being out of tune due to her mood: "I'm sorry, I'm not cunning enough, I've seen through it. My dear, I just came over more than ten steps, and I've thought of a poem to inspire you. Listen - the past belongs to death, and the future belongs to myself!"

Murong Bingxue's voice is like ice and snow: "It's over? Is this a poem?"

Sikong Ling: "Of course, this is a famous quote from the great British poet Shelley. I heard that everyone in Chinese knows it. Okay, come again - winter has passed, will spring be far away?"

Murong Bingxue: "Vulgar."

Sikong Ling: "I'm sorry, not only vulgar, but also inauspicious. When winter passes, the ice and snow will disappear! This..."

"Wow——" Murong Bingxue finally lost control and squatted on the spot and covered her head and cried.

The so-called beauty is beautiful, and she smiles and looks beautiful, but she probably won’t look good when she cries. Therefore, girls who love beauty always cover their heads and cry happily.

Comfort the beauty is really a technology-intensive, capital-intensive and labor-intensive industry. Sikong Ling's thoughts are like lightning. When her crying is not so thunderous, she said softly: "Cry slowly, I'll go to the convenience store over there and buy the three treasures of love-breaking love. I must wait for me to come back, otherwise I will be crazy."

Sikong Ling turned around every three steps, afraid that she would really run away and not be familiar with the place. Then, let alone looking for her, she wouldn't know where to stop even if she looked for her S600.

In fact, crying also requires the audience. Sikong Ling was not there, and Murong Bingxue slowly stopped the sound, but was still squatting there, drawing circles three circles on the left and three circles on the right.

Sikong Ling is back, carrying a plastic bag.

I have heard of the Three Treasures of Guilin, the Three Treasures of Northeast China, and the Three Treasures of Auspiciousness. I have never heard of the Three Treasures of Failed Love. Murong Bingxue is a little curious.

Sikong Ling started to play tricks: "The first treasure: tissue. Come, my dear, raising your head and keeping your youthful and beautiful forever is the best weapon to deal with the enemy."

Murong Bingxue raised her head with a magpie on her face, and Sikong Ling almost burst into laughter. There were so many tears, but he had to be gentle and serious. At this time, laughing was a taboo for military strategists.

"I think there are so many tears in my eyes, how can I withstand the flow of autumn until the end of winter and the flow of spring until the summer!" Sikongling's male duck voice was really a harsh comparison compared to the sound of nature when Murong Bingxue sang this song that day.

After cleaning up the tears, Sikong Ling played the second treasure: "Ice cream. Ice cream and snow sauce eat ice cream, and tears are all over my eyes."

Murong Bingxue seemed to have lost all her strength, and even Sikong Ling was gently fed by the ice cream. It was not until she noticed that he had widened his eyes and looked at the ambiguous appearance of holding the ice cream that her face heated up and took control of the ice cream.

Halfway through the ice cream, he was not seen playing the third treasure. Murong Bingxue curiously reached out to take out a box into the plastic bag, with the words Durex on it, and threw it back quickly.

Since it was exposed, Sikong Ling explained: "There are three treasures for love: tissues, ice cream, and condoms. The third treasure is revenge EX and a nuclear weapon."

Murong Bingxue said disgustedly: "No!"

Sikong Ling squatted in front of her and said with great thought: "This willful child will get pregnant if he doesn't want it."

Murong Bingxuemu had no expression and knocked him to the ground with one palm.

Sikong Ling got up in a panic, but sighed softly, no longer making jokes, a little tired, and complained that Wang was not the one who did this.

Murong Bingxue suddenly said: "Is ice cream bitter, is expired?"

Sikong Ling: "It's the smell of tears."

Murong Bingxue finished eating one and stood up to find a trash can. Look, this is the quality of a lady. If he didn't deliberately buy a bunch of banana peels on the sidewalk, he would never love her before.

Murong Bingxue wanted to have another one, but reached out but was caught. Sikong Ling said, "Stop the stomach."

I don’t know if it’s because of the mood or the ice cream, but her little hands are cold, Sikong Ling just led her to continue to visit the night market. At this moment, the tour guide has lost the interest in explaining.

After wandering around for a long time, Sikong Ling suddenly recognized the parking lot and took the girl who lost her soul back to the car.

Sikong Ling: "How to get to the best hotel on Magic Island?"

Murong Bingxue thought for ten seconds and said, "Go to the beach."

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“Girl, single girl,

Why are you in love

This dusk beach?

Girl, go home, girl!"

"Ah no; I won't go back home,

I love the wind blowing this night—”

The girl's voice chanting poetry faces the wind and the songs of the waves. This is a world of forgettableness.

He and her back to each other, and a warm area was maintained in the evening breeze.

Clapping his hands, he asked, "Whose poem is it?"

Girl: "Xu Zhimo."

He: "Good."

He didn't say good, and she didn't ask, as if Xu Zhimo himself was a beautiful poem.

He: "Snow, I often dream about you recently."

She: "…thank you."

He: "You're welcome. I dreamed that the dazzling sun shone through the tall cherry trees from the blue sky. The cherry blossoms flew without hesitation. The light and shadow changed more dreamy than dreams. After walking through this cherry flying forest, we came to the blooming sunflowers with shaded green roads, long green roads, walking and walking until the night, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, like rainstorms, walking and walking, walking and walking to the magical urban overpass, with endless goose-feather snow floating in the sky, ice and snow, so beautiful, a girl who is more beautiful than these, holding my hand, walking and walking, sweet to the end..."

After a while, the girl suddenly said, "I want me."

It took him several seconds to understand the meaning of these two words, and he would inevitably be shocked.

Today, the girl's familiar Chanel N5 breath was washed away by the sea water, and the only faint body fragrance could be smelled at such an endless distance.

He came to the front of the girl, put his hands on her shoulders, soft and tender, and gently pushed the girl, and fell on the cushion and spread her hair.

The long French wet kiss soaked his soul, and her lively lilac tongue was like the most skillful fairy in the world, unparalleled.

The moonlight is faint.

"I can't find your button," he said.

She let out a light "um" and unbuttoned the buttons one by one. The faint fragrance was so rich that his greedy nose hovered through her armpits, passing through the peaks with the little Red Riding Hood, the graceful hills and valleys, and the plains with beautiful navels, and smelling the fairy grass in the mysterious delta.

Her hands caressed the perfect and arrogant work of art, and her breathing began to moan like fairy music.

It’s time to stand up. The golden spear is erected at the waist and begins to bravely break into the dragon’s and tiger’s den.

Her chewed lips and exhaled a string of high-pitched notes. Her slender and straight legs clamped his waist hard, as if she wanted to repel the invader.
Chapter completed!