Chapter 1232 Unswerving Feelings Until Death

Nima~ Who is so bold, dare to steal sister's bank note when sister is sleeping? After the behavior was exposed, you still threw your sister's banknotes on the ground like garbage?

Look, it's all dirty~ (a handful of cat urine flowed out!)

Rats can't bear it, cats can't bear it!

However, looking at the footprints on the bank note, it seemed to belong to a man, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of ambergris in the air?

Papaya shook her head, it vaguely remembered that someone touched her butt just now?

Sitting up, with two hind hooves spread apart, Papaya pawed at the hair on her buttocks, lowered her head and smelled it!

Sure enough, it was the aroma of ambergris!

Fourteen came back~!

When Muguaduo thought that Long Muchen might learn some new martial arts similar to the 'Soul-shifting Dafa' from the old man Tianji, and when he thought that he could finally return to his original body and no longer have a hairy face, he jumped out of the soft couch excitedly. Rolled down, catwalked with hands and feet, and ran out of the bedroom.

——Duoer dividing line——

After Long Muchen walked out of the bedroom, he went to the study alone.

Xin Chang's figure stood lonely and alone in front of the window. In the palace, the candlelight hung high all night, mixed with the faint moonlight, sprinkled on his side face, under the beautiful and unwavering arc, added to the This faint sadness.

In his ears, the persuasion that the master gave him earnestly in the courtyard of Lingyin Temple this afternoon was constantly echoing.

How could he not know that the master is an awe-inspiring existence in the entire continent, a prophet who knows everything, and understands the principles of heaven.

The master didn't say anything, and even desperately prevented him from looking for Duo'er, it must be his reason.

It's just that, for a great reason, when facing Qian Duoduo, Long Muchen couldn't match a word of love.

In this world, there is a kind of flower called poppy, which is the most untouchable. Once you touch it, you will be deeply trapped and unable to extricate yourself. Even if you bleed the last drop of blood, you will never change it until death.

And this flower, to Long Muchen, has another name, which is Qian Duoduo.

But, Long Muchen~

The king with monstrous power and might shake the world.

The seemingly omnipotent existence in his life has always been unable to overcome the helplessness in front of him, which is the fact of losing Qian Duoduo.

Long Muchen's mood at this moment is as if thousands of threads are entangled in it, cutting constantly, and the reason is still chaotic and entangled.

All afternoon, he was thinking, is Duo'er still alive?

If she was still alive, why didn't she come back to him?

Even if it's a letter, a message, even if he used his name to respond to the north and south of the river like when he fell into the Piaoxiang Pavilion last time, he should let him know where she is.

Why let him sit on pins and needles and suffer in pain.

Maybe, all this is really like what the old man Tianji said, Qian Duoduo is dead~

Become a ghost, or exist in this world, wandering around, or have fallen into hell, ready to reincarnate at any time.

Thinking of this, Long Muchen's slashed face was covered with haggard tiredness and deep sadness, and his distracted gaze seemed to be like a fleeting meteor passing by in the dark night.

He promised her, heaven and hell, I will go with you.

Is she waiting for him on the Naihe Bridge, or is she alone on the lonely road of reincarnation, crying, Fourteen, why don't you come to me?