Chapter 1757

No longer hold back tears, day and night sweetheart appeared in front of him, White River rushed into Lin Hao's arms, tears, Huarong haggard.

Feeling the sadness of the beauty in his arms, Lin Hao felt endless guilt in his chest. His hands trembled and he just wanted to slap his face.

"Lin Hao I miss you... "

Baihe pear with rain, sobbing and trembling voice into Lin Hao's ears, straight like thousands of swords crisscross the heart, straight make Lin Hao hypoxia.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not good, I ignore your feelings If you don't cry, if you cry again, you won't be cute. Good... "

Lin Hao patted Baihe's back gently, as if to coax a child.

Baihe doesn't care so much. She is greedy for her sweetheart and has never given her comfort. She just wants to stay in her arms forever.

In the distance, an old man with crane hair and childish face clenched his fist and burst into tears in his eyes. He wanted to go up and hold them, but he also forbeared.

At this point, nothing you do will work. How to solve it is just a matter between two people. No one is qualified to separate or dissuade them.

"Well There are 80000 words in the world, only love words kill the most Lin Hao, I hope you don't make a wrong choice. Otherwise, the end will be as miserable as I am. What's the use of this martial art? "

Dark in Wu Yan's eyes, the north wind with fallen leaves blowing, the old man's rickety figure appears more desolate.

after a while, Lin Hao looked up and cried My eyes are swollen, and my hair is not combed. I'm sorry... "

There is a color of regret in Baihe's eyes. She thinks day and night that if she sees Lin Hao again, she must show Lin Hao the best.

But today, when he learned that Lin Hao had come back, Baihe rushed back, but the rouge powder picked up his hand was a little strange. Even his favorite combs had no feeling today, because Baihe was only concerned about Lin Hao's crisis.

She wants to know if Lin Hao is hurt, what Lin Hao needs now, and she wants to know Lin Hao Do you remember yourself

In Baihe's heart, even the Linghua who often takes care of for a long time doesn't care how to dress up. No matter how beautiful they are in this empty clan, who can see them?

Lin Hao lowered his eyes and looked at Baihe tenderly. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Baihe's face. "If you don't cry, you'll be beautiful. Come on, let's go into the room and I'll comb your hair."

Baihe's face turned red, his heart beat faster, and his instant happiness almost choked him. He couldn't even give a complete answer, so he could only say "Hmm!" Let's hear it.

Lin Hao gently vomited breath, holding Baihe's hand and stepping into the boudoir.

As always the fragrance, familiar with the layout of the scene, everything is like yesterday, Lin Hao eyes swept over the White River on the bed of powder tent embroidery, suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar thing.

It's a long sword with exquisite scabbard and small hilt. At first glance, it's tailor-made for women. This sword is Huang Jue's long sword that Lin Hao once made for Baihe.

"White River What are you doing with that sword on the bed? " Lin Hao did not understand.

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