One hundred years, so long and so long.
Every day we spend together seems endless.
There is no fighting, no treasure hunting, and no advancement.
There are little bits and pieces all day long.
Either quarrel with him, or get angry with him.
The days are so boring.
But it is a hundred years in the blink of an eye.
A hundred years passed by in a flash, and it was too late to recollect.
The days with him were so boring, the most boring days in her thousand years of life.
But looking back, the hundred years are full of honey-like time.
In such a short and short hundred years, every day is sweet.
Just thinking about it is like being soaked in a honeypot.
But now, even such a time, he wants to seize it.
Was he afraid that she would fall into the honeypot and get lost
But she would rather get lost than lose this honey pot.
The evil flood dragon kneeling on the ground lowered its head.
Although she didn't cry anymore, Ke Yange could see clearly that her tears fell on those little clothes like broken threads.
Yan Ge didn't know what happened to him.
She seemed to be moved by the sorrow of the evil dragon, and her own tears couldn't stop flowing.
Her chest was obviously almost healed.
But it still seemed to be stirred by the hand of the evil dragon, the pain was so painful that it was difficult to even breathe out.
"Boom..."
Shocking thunder exploded in the ears of the three.
The thunder was so loud that Yange's mind went blank for an instant.
She was held tightly in Saburo's arms.
Saburo's aura also enveloped her body in the next moment.
The body is filled with aura, and finally the mind will not be stunned by the thunder.
When the thunder disappeared, all the heavy dark clouds in the sky also dispersed.
Those clouds come and go quickly.
The sky is still blue and sunny.
If it weren't for the deafening thunder that made the forehead still tingling, Yan Ge would have thought that the black clouds covering the sun and the lightning and thunder just now were an illusion.
She raised her eyes again to look at the evil dragon.
The evil dragon knelt on the ground, folding the little clothes on the ground.
She stopped crying, because with her head down, Yan Ge couldn't see the expression on her face.
But it can be clearly felt that the sadness around Evil Jiaolong just now has disappeared.
Dispersed with those dark clouds.
After the clothes were folded, Ejiaolong got up with his hands in his hands, straightened the table, and put the clothes basket on the table.
She lowered her head to straighten the needlework in the basket.
She had never pinched the needle, and blood came out from the fingertips pricked by the needle point.
Biting his fingertips and raising his eyes, the evil Jiaolong noticed Sanlang and Yange who were still standing there like logs in the corner of the room.
She raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Yange and Saburo with a cold face: "If you don't leave, you want to fight?"
His expression was fierce and indifferent.
While speaking, a long tail flicked out, and the bamboo leaves outside the window roared towards Yange and Saburo like a small sword.
Seeing that Sanlang was about to draw his sword to meet him, Yan Ge quickly reached out and pressed his arm: "Let's go."
Her voice was low and choked with sobs.
Saburo lowered his head, looking at Yange with teary eyes.
He wrapped his arms around Yange's waist and held him tightly in his arms.
Although there was no response, she hugged Yange and flashed towards a window.
The evil flood dragon did not chase it out.
Yan Ge put his head on Saburo's shoulder and looked at the bamboo house from afar.
From the wide open window, one can see the evil dragon standing in front of the table.
She stood there, looking down slightly at the fingertips that had been pierced by needles.
The wind picked up slightly, and her long skirt fluttered.
His figure was bleak and his expression was blank.
Has she already forgotten Lie
(end of this chapter)