As night falls, the forest becomes darker than the wind, and the big leaves are blown by the wind and make a loud noise, just like the devil whispering.

The two men clung to each other tightly and couldn’t help but say, "We have known each other for nearly 400 years in a blink of an eye."
"Yeah, it passed so fast."
Snow letter sighed and said while he came to this world has been three hundred and ninety years.
Maohua sighed and said, "There are less than six hundred years left."
Hearing this, Xuexin’s body froze and he naturally knew what Maohua said.
There are still 590 years before they divide up.
Xuexin didn’t know what to say. She hung her head and didn’t talk, but at this time, Maohua swam to Xuexin’s body and slowly pressed it.
The fullness of the chest feels wonderful, and there is a touch of flattery in her eyes. She said softly, "It seems that there is no water yet …"
Hearing her words, Xuexin hugged her and kissed her again.
Chapter two hundred and eleven When the river
"Born"
Snow letter heard that loud crying outside the house, and his face was full of complicated expressions.
The fifth bee, Shiro Bee, was born.
"That’s my father and mother."
Snow letter looked at the woman lying in bed not far away and forced to stay in the room with her child in her arms.
Feng Shilang’s parents are still both
When I crossed into this world, my parents died, which was ambiguous.
But back in the past, I also met the parents of Bee Shilang.
Feng Shilang’s father is not tall, a little over 1.7 meters tall, with a cold face and a gloomy body, which doesn’t look pleasant.
But when he hugged Bee Shilang, his face showed a happy look, which was true and not false.
Bee Shilang’s mother is a capable woman. She was a member of the police logic team of the secret mobile force before Xue Xin, but she retired from the army after she married into the bee house and gave birth to two children.
Two people looked at the bee poem lang eyes with tenderness that emotion is snow.
See two baby named bee poem Lang Xuexin smiled and turned away.
Xuexin has been secretly observing the hive just to see that she was born and crossed into this body.
In fifty-five years, I will enter this body, and then I can discover all the secrets.
"Born?"
Four times the team maohua looked at the snow letter and asked
Snow letter nodded and said, "Well, I was born."
Maohua smiled and suddenly asked, "What would happen if I contacted you before you grew up and asked you to love me?"
"Then I will disappear now."
Snow letter scratched his head and said
Maohua looked at Xuexin with obscure eyes and said, "But I can own you."
"no"
Xue Xin shook his head and said, "You want another me to love you because you love this me, but if another me loves you, I will disappear and you won’t love this, so I won’t have the idea of making another me love you."
Mao Hua sighed when he heard this, and said, "It seems that fate has doomed us to be together forever."
"Yes."
Snow letter looks a little low, and in 145, they will share with each other when they arrive at the agreement.
However, Xuexin and Maohua have been together for nearly a hundred and twenty years. When Xuexin and Maohua communicate with each other, Xuexin has been accompanied by each other for a long time. This is no longer an emotional and physical sustenance, even if both of them have been completely integrated in the soul.
When Yu Changze and his wife get along, they can meet once a month for 70 years or 60 years.
As a result, the weight of snow confidence has far exceeded that of Changze City.
I have a longing, a good memory and an agreement for my feelings for Changze.
Xue Xin has some ways to accept breaking up with Mao Hua.
"I …"
Xuexin opened her mouth, but a moment later, Hua Yin sounded, "We have an appointment. This is not only an agreement between you and her, but also an agreement between you and me."
With Mao Hua Yin snow letter nodded and never had a second thought.
Maohua sat near the corridor door with a teacup and looked at the quiet courtyard in front of him, listening to the rustling of bamboo forests blown by the night wind.
In the quiet night, the silvery white light projected by the moon has fallen off, which makes her more holy and serene.